humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
Thoughts Of Contempt
Thoughts Of Contempt Get not wrong what I am. There is nothing special about me. I am but a poor man in a poor situation. And I have always been poor. Living a sad life as a sadder subject of disappointment and rejection. I don’t know if I will never get to anywhere worthwhile no matter how hard I fight. I feel like my life is an uphill battle as I try crawling out of a pit of quick sand. And every time I reach the edge of the pit to crawl out of it, God is there to kick me back into it, while the devil drags me down with his tail. Everyone else is pointing, laughing, and mocking me as they set obstacles for me. I never win.
By Benjamin Adam Altiery6 years ago in Humans
Before Our Color, Creed, & Gender We Are The Human Race
The last couple of months have been particularly trying for all of us. A sense of division has dominated the scene, right at the time when perhaps it would have been nice to just hold on to one another through the pandemic.
By Antonia Lyons6 years ago in Humans
The Time My Lock Screen Saved My Life.
So, I’d just turned 19 years old a few months ago and my parents decided I needed a job or I was going in the military. I am VERY afraid of going into military duty because of Donald Trump, not being able to lose 20 pounds to get down to the mandatory weight of 130 Lb, and the horror stories I’ve heard from women. (Some of which included harassment, or never being heard from again, but that’s for another story of course.) Getting a job was the only way I could “fix” my life as well, so I took the first one that came to me at a KFC up the street. My sister had been working at the other one across the street from the Air Force Base and I was advised to work at another location because they don’t hire family members. After working there a few days, I’d been quite “popular” with the customers. Both men and women would leave their numbers at the counter for me everyday in hopes of a call from me, but I never called them because I’m not interested in women, and I wasn’t interested in any of the men I came across,being that they were up to 25 years older than me, didn’t own a job or ambition, and not to mention that my preference for asian men there’s little to none around where I live) But anyways, I was at the counter taking orders and feeling as tired and beaten down as usual while contemplating quitting right then and there, when an older black man came up to the counter. Now, I have had my share of older black men coming to my job. But this one was different. I only knew he was older because I could visibly see grey hair. Not because he looked old. If he’d gotten rid of it, I’d believed he was in his early 30’s. He was truly handsome. I spoke with him like I speak with all the other customers, and he seemed no different so I’d taken it that he wasn’t interested, because of this. But he was. He came back often, and eventually he just came to pick up one of the cooks from the back because they were friends. And that’s when he came to me, and told me to take his number. I’d taken it, but never called or texted him because of the fact that my iPhone has had an issue where it just simply will not text a phone that isn’t an iPhone. Maybe this was a sign. But days went on and close to the end of my stay at KFC before I quit weeks after, I came into work. This day, I had on my normal KFC uniform (which was ridiculous looking on me might I add) and my hat was off. My hair was side parted and flowy. It looked quite nice that day. I knew I was gonna hate working that day (clearly, because I hated all of the days I was there) but I thought I owed it to myself to feel good that day. I walked in, and there the man was. He was standing there looking at me as well as the other customers. I went straight to the back because I didn’t know what would follow if I didn’t get straight to work. But then I remembered I had to use the restroom. I tried to ignore it, but I went anyways. I finished up and walked out of the door. THERE WAS THE MAN. He was standing in the corner waiting for me. I thought no one had seen me, but apparently he had. He’d asked me why I never called him, and confronted me about “giving him the wrong number” when I most definitely did not. He got into the way of the door, and I couldn’t run into the kitchen to get away from him. But this next part saved me. I was holding my phone in my hands, and my lock screen went on because I was pressing on the button on the side that turns it on. I’d had a picture of Bts’ “Suga” or Yoongi (which ever you call him) on my phone as my lock screen. He’d looked down, and said “Is that your boyfriend?” I had no clue what he was talking about, but I said yes because I felt like he’d go away. He then, backed up and walked off. I discovered that Yoongi had saved me from this man. I felt so saddened that he would never know what he’d done for me, but I felt better because I knew that this wasn’t just something that happened for no reason. Everything happens for a reason. Although, I do wonder what would’ve happened if I’d left my phone in the breakroom that day. Or if I’d forgotten it inside my pocket. Thanks for reading! And be sure to stream Yoongi’s “D-2”. I feel like the least I can do, is say that.
By Tracey Williams6 years ago in Humans
Me and all of me
Deeply feeling into the supposed natural sense of things that my nine year marriage was ending. I started having this feeling more than two or three years ago, free the birth of my second child, I fell into a deep postnatal depression. I realised, as I woke at 3.13am to this tiny human and placard him on the change table for a new, clean nappy, and then sat down in bed with my dear one on my breast, and stayed present here in the silence - that I needed a new miracle. One small miracle I asked for, through the skylight window into the night sky. Just one. That he settle back to sleep. And he did. And my trust in the universe was renewed.
By Erin Levee (Ma Jivan Karima)6 years ago in Humans
Cancel Culture......
So I have a great job, like a really great job. I get paid honestly too much money. I get paid weekly....which is nearly impossible to find. I work in customer service but have limited contact with customers....kinda the dream. I have a job during a pandemic and it’s an amazing company to work for. I absolutely love it.
By Heather Clark6 years ago in Humans
Why We Must Care
It may be your family, your mother, your father, your friend, your brother, or your sister. Anyone can be affected by poverty and poverty has no respect for anyone. We can all be victims of its grip. Economies can be built up and they can fall. Poverty knows no boundary and poverty has no race, no color, no creed, and no sex. No one is immune to poverty, it can take anyone by storm and devour their livelihood. Poverty is a victimize and strike the very young of our world and people. Every day young children are born into poverty and even when they are educated they are still victims of its grip on their life. Young children die daily due to a lack of food, clothing, medicine, housing, and shelter. Every day children waste away and parents have to see their children starving and dying in front of them. And some children lose their parents and caretakers becoming orphans at a young age. Where is the compassion for humanity? Where is the love for life and respect for life? We all must take responsibility for not caring enough to give and share our wealth, what we take for granted. Many may be asked why should they care because we benefited from cheap labor and we benefited from cheap wages and our livelihood may have to answer to the crimes of poverty that built our economy. It will behoove us to care and amend what we have done and the lack of care we have shown. We can change the world with one act of kindness. We can shed light on the darkness of poverty. Its culture must be brought to justice. And we cannot lose this fight for the children's lives are at stake and the future of the world depends on them. We must band together and reach for those whose lives are burden with impossibilities. What kind of legacy is passing down to your children? If you want them to care about the world then you must show them how to care. You must take the time to pass down charity. Who knows if that child you save may become a doctor who eradicates cancer? Who knows if that child you save becomes an educator and lift a generation out of poverty? We must understand that this battle is real and happening every day. We cannot become complacent with our care and neglect the need of the impoverished. Every day is a day of change, change those impoverished lives by helping them out of poverty that has been generational and lifting. Who knows if we have much so we can build up others? Who knows if we might have so we can change the world? The legacy of the world is at stake, those who are in need happens to be in dire situations. Even babies are dying because their mothers lacked the necessary nutrition. If we don't take up this fight then we will regret it. Isolating ourselves from the problem only makes the problem worse and it refuses to disappear. Do riches matter when most of the world is poor? Do riches matter when poverty could come at any time? A man is measure by his greatness and not by what he owns. A woman is seen by her charity and not by what she possesses. We can no longer hide the light of doing good. It is time to reach further and dig deeper. You can change eternity for those impoverished, do so today.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous6 years ago in Humans
Quarantine Confession (Part 1/3)
Strange, strange indeed. That's the word I would use to describe how it feels to suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere cut yourself off from regular habits and routines that used to make up your normal day to day life. Shoot, quitting any habit cold turkey can lead to some pretty intense responses as a result of such immediate change. So I believe it's safe to say confining oneself to their home for an undetermined amount of time, able only to leave for "the essentials" would start to make anyone a bit stir crazy. Some might say they went a bit "cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs", they might say "Things got weeeeird really fast man!" and others may have started to question their sanity just a teeny tiny bit, I know I did. This kind of forced isolation can do (and there's that word again) strange things to people and have them reacting in ways they never thought themselves capable of. What I'm about to share with you are some of my reactions that I encountered personally during my time in self quarantine and maybe you can relate.
By Michelle Chaparro6 years ago in Humans
COLOURED SKIN
Skin colour has been at the forefront of most peoples minds, even if not by choice. The press, social media, the internet and television have all made that possible. The ‘ Black life matters’ slogan has and still is splashed across every medium that’s in the public sphere; when will it end? Probably not, or
By Albert Andre6 years ago in Humans
