humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Following The Path
There was something about this moment that was unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. It wasn’t her long brown hair, glowing brown eyes, or big beautiful smile. It wasn’t holding her hand while she was driving. It was the feeling. There was an energetic rush of warmth that flowed freely between the two of them. Sam knew that this was the epitome of what he longed for, and he was basking in it. It felt like home. Not a single shred of resistance in either of their beings. No masks, no insecurities, just pure light. No anxiety…not even excitement! A simple…knowing.
By Steve Young5 years ago in Journal
Something Sketchy
23rd January Well, today was the best and weirdest day I’ve ever had at work. I’ve been a gas station cashier for 7 months and I never expected much excitement beyond the one time that guy gave me $20 because he just cashed his tax check and wanted to spread some kindness. It was pretty cool. But, and I can’t believe I’m about to write this, some customer gave me a scratch-off lotto ticket today and it’s a $20,000 winner. I know, that’s a lot of money, and I can’t wrap my head around it. I mean he just walked right up to the counter, asked me if I could figure out how much he won, and I was blown away when I checked the codes on the machine. $20,000 is pretty major for a ticket you spent $5 on. I told him there are instructions on the backs of the tickets and that he should follow them so he could get his money, but he shook his head and just handed it to me. The weirdest part was when he said, “This is going to do exactly what it needs to do for you.” What does that even mean? Anyway, I’m going to start the process of getting the money and see if this is actually a dream come true. There can’t possibly be any catches here...but how weird is it that this would happen to me, of all people?
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Journal
Little Black Book
Imma Poor Kid In A Home Of Hate. Some Nights I Was Allowed In And Some Nights I Was Not. Some Nights I Was Allowed To Eat, And Some Nights I Was Not. I Have Been Trying To Find A Job And Make My Way Out But Nobody Wants A, At The Time, Seventeen Year Old Who Wears Raggedy Clothes And Probably Smells. So I Just Dreamt Of Money And Getting Away From This Monstrous House Of Mines. I Said Dreamt Meaning, In A Past Tense Cause Now I Am Somewhere Better Sitting On Money. And I Am Still Shocked On How It Happened.
By Lucille Blount5 years ago in Journal
Addressing Love and Letters
The truck roared to life again….that is, if you could say life. Tom wasn’t sure how much of a life it was to only stop and start, stop and start all day long. Yet, that’s what this mail truck has been doing...seemingly since before he was born. One day, he thought, he would take this baby out for a long drive, let her see the world beyond her assigned blocks and the post office parking lot.
By Katie Hernon5 years ago in Journal
to dream or not to dream
“College is the key that will open all the doors to success and fulfillment of your dreams.” “Only through a good college education will you be able to land your dream job.” These are the statements that guided me throughout my years of high school. What I should have been told is that the hard part is getting into the right college and declaring the right major, the harder part is getting through college and paying for it, but the hardest part is actually landing your dream job after college, especially when you have no idea what your dream job is or if it even exists. I followed all the steps that I was supposed to. I graduated high school with honors, received multiple scholarships, went to a good university, and graduated only one semester late. I thought to myself “the next step is finding the dream job...or at least a job that I’ll enjoy.” Little did I know that only two months after graduating, a worldwide pandemic would wreak havoc on the world as we knew it. People would begin to lose their jobs, their homes, their lives. We would be quarantined inside our respective spaces for months, anxiety-ridden, fearing what the future would hold. Covid was an unknown, unexpected curveball thrown into the mix and unfortunately, we could not ignore the chaos it entailed and the struggles that would follow even a year later.
By Kimberly O'Brien5 years ago in Journal
Yet another treasure hunt
Having heard so much about "The Bins" from her cohorts and comrades in the creative community, curiousity and a deep-seated frugal nature demanded she explore. Horror stories had filtered down from disgruntled employees she'd met, so the mega-thriftstore had subconsiously slipped to the bottom of her preferred spots to bargain shop. Despite the anti-coporate stance she'd acquired as a 1960s survivor, having survived for years in poverty made such bargain-hunts a sweet indulgence for this grandma of five.
By Lindsey Grant5 years ago in Journal
The Captain's Log
“Drop anchor here,” Eugene barked from the stern of the Mele Kai. I scurried to undo the clove hitch and drop the beat-up anchor off the port side. I had become a quick study in the art of fishing. What had started as an impromptu summer job had quickly morphed into a daily ritual. Each day I would wake with the dawn and meet Eugene down at the boat-slip, his grizzled frownlines growing deeper into his sea-worn face as the sun climbed higher into the sky. His barked orders about the slack mainstay and the state of the tack, which had once been my constant companions, began to quiet as I gained my sea legs.
By Alexandra Olivero5 years ago in Journal
