humanity
The real lives of businessmen, professionals, the everyday man, stay at home parent, healthy lifestyle influencers, and general feel good human stories.
Detroit’s First Black Godfather “Eddie Wingate Sr.”
Eddie Wingate Jr. was born November 13, 1919 in Moultrie, Georgia. He’s the eldest brother of James, Sonny, Lawrence, Corrine, and Johnny Wingate. Early on in his life things were tough growing up in the Jim Crow Georgia where black people were killed at will. They were by no means rich but they were a strong family. Eddie didn’t speak of his parents much he only spoke of them with his family. During his teenage years there was a rich white man that owned the farm ranch he on Eddie saw him working and he approached him for a job on his farm and it was just Eddie’s luck he ironically needed a field hand to pick cotton and to chop hickory wood all afternoon until night time for $2 per day. The white farmer was rich he could have paid much more. But in the early 1930s went a long way just not long enough. Eddie had quit school to work so the house would have another revenue stream coming in constantly. He worked and worked for little to nothing until he heard about how all these black people were moving to Detroit to work in the plant. The people made it a legend in Moultrie they said “Detroit is where black folks go to get rich or at least come close to it.” Eddie’s ears burned listening to the old timers talk then he decided that he had to go and see about all this black prosperity for himself. So in the late 1930s he took every dime that he had drove his rundown Ford to Detroit.
By Curtis Greene5 years ago in Journal
A NEW IDEA FOR A SUFFERING WORLD
With all of the depressing things going on in the world, the Crazee Chixz have found a way to uplift those around them. Christy F. Smith and 0..000000.0Daphne M. Matthews, yes the author of this, created a business that began its journey in September of 2020. That year was bad for everyone. Small businesses were closing their doors -- some after serving their community for decades. It was a tough time to depend on the public to spend a little extra money on items that were not necessities. So, Christy and Daphne decided to start a podcast to help promote small businesses, entrepreneurs, band and all musicians, artists, authors, chefs, crafters, hobbyist, and more and more. They started with their area, Tri-Cities, Tennessee, which is accepted to be in the general area of Roan Mountain on the south, Bulls Gap to the west, Wise County, VA, to the North and Abingdon, VA a little Northeast, and Mountain City, TN on the east. That's a large area of land! But, the reason they began their focus here is this: People of this area are often criticized for being "Hillbillies", or "Backward Country Folks", "uneducated", "unhealthy", "no shoes", and "unclean". The Crazee Chixz will tell you loud and proud that this idea of the area just isn't true.
By Daphne Matthews5 years ago in Journal
Reasons Why Steve Jobs Was Richer Than Steve Wozniak.
Apple was founded by two college dropouts Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak in 1976. The Steve males brought the new company to a brain wave of changing the way people viewed computers and less privacy-restricted androids.
By Noorain Hassan5 years ago in Journal
On Writing: Come, Let's Make Sense Of The World
I wrote my first poem when I was 10 at the back of a 2-year old unused dated diary my father got as a gift from work. I remember using red pens and decorative headings to scribble “beautifully,” not a care in the world if what I am writing makes any sense.
By Rochi Zalani5 years ago in Journal
The letter
Dear, reader Whoever is the one unlucky one to have opened this letter I am sorry. I did not want it to end like this, But it is the only way it could have ended. You see I had no other choice. I knew nothing would help end the pain and I could not go on like this anymore. No one cared enough, no one tried to help me. The demons got to be much. The woman I loved left me and took the only piece of hope, the only ray of light out of my dark world in this never ending hell. As I sit here writing this to you even though I do not know who will be reading this or if anyone cares enough to read this and know why I did what I did.
By Skippie Petrova5 years ago in Journal
Your Cashier's Not Being An Asshole
Nothing is more cringe worthy than walking into your favorite place or having shopped a little too hard only to find that the checkout line is snaking through the whole store. The agonizing wait. The person behind you that stands just a little too close and every time you take one step forward they take two.
By L. M. Williams5 years ago in Journal
The Reason I Like Chocolate
I never planned on becoming a writer. Like most things in my life, it found me. When I was a sophomore in high school I went away to an all girls boarding school in Middleburg Virginia, Foxcroft. I was given a full ride scholarship. I came from a lower middle class existence from a filthy little steel town just outside of Pittsburgh. One could create and entire universe from what I didn’t know when I left Pittsburgh. Foxcroft opened so many doors to me. I learned who I was, what I was, where I came from. Foxcroft taught me of what titanium fabric that it is I am made.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux5 years ago in Journal
