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Last Rites
In March’20 when the whole world went into lockdown to save itself from the deadly Coronavirus, some people decided to give back to society and one of them was Yash. He was a 30 year old man residing in India who decided to start a Non Profit organisation(Last rites) to give a proper funeral for people who died due to Covid-19 virus. The pandemic victims could not get a proper funeral because their families were too scared to catch the super spreading Virus. Due to this mentality amongst people, the number of unclaimed dead bodies piled up at multiple hospitals all over India and sometimes hospital staff had to do the last rites of many victims. The NPO called Last rites came in and helped to reduce the burden of already burdened medical staff.
By Dipra Jain5 years ago in Motivation
Love Wins In The End
No one ever expected much from him upon his return to this small town. To say that his life was only going to continue to circle the drain was evident. Homeless and losing his mind, who walks away from a successful career as a chef? The poor guy, the one feeling I had left sparked for him, it really did.
By ThyLittleBirdy5 years ago in Motivation
Mystery of The Giver
The streets of Philadelphia are cold in January. The holidays are long over and on certain days like today, the morning after a heavy snow, they are empty. I used to think this was beautiful. Fresh snow, a quiet city. But these days I’m sick of the streets. I can’t believe I’ve been living on them for almost 7 years. It was only supposed to be temporary. I’d get back on my feet in no time.
By MP Tarantino5 years ago in Motivation
Black Book
Paradise Falls When I first saw the black book in the mail, I didn’t know what I was getting. All I saw was the twenty thousand dollars buried in the coffin. I thought about the dollars pouring over me, but I didn’t know what it would cost. That it would cost me everything. I frantically flipped through the black book pages and I read the rules. Their were Eight rules I had to fallow to keep the money or id lose my life. The first rule is to quit your job. The second rule was to give up your dreams. The third rule was to make new ones for a year. The fourth was to find happiness every day. The fifth was to not tell anyone about the book as it was being written. The sixth rules was to save six people. Seven was to touch a cloud. Eighth was the hardest, I had to make a masterpiece. I thought deeply on this, how I could make a masterpiece. The premise felt impossible and I felt the gravity of the situation immediately like a fissure pulling me in. I knew there was only one thing I could possibly could do to make a masterpiece. I looked over to my laptop in the left corner of the room. As I walked over and grabbed it, it felt heavier like Mjolnir. It was like God putting his hand on my shoulder and showing him the way. I felt stupid trying to win anything. I had never won anything before. I couldn’t help but to at least put my fears and anxiety aside and try to fix my life. By typing this story I would slowly becoming who I wanted to be. Someone I thought I could never be. If I completed this list I could keep all of the money but if I didn’t I could lose it all. I frantically started to work on this Black Book. I already had so many projects so many things I needed to do. My life was a dumpster on fire and it felt that way constantly. I hoped that this would be the end of that. I put my fingers to the keys and I began to play my symphony.
By Rodney Thomasearl5 years ago in Motivation
The Beginning...
Sylvia walked to the edge of the reservoir spillway. The snows were beginning to melt and the first of the Spring rains had started to fall. The water was rushing out of the wide opening into the river so quickly she could have been standing at the edge of a waterfall. She let the sound of the rushing waters wash over her and the cool night seep into her veins, letting it wash away the pain that brought her to this place. She had come here so often over the years; sometimes to gaze at the dark sky dusted so beautifully with stars, or just to cry into the darkness and sometimes to question whether the world would be better off without her in it. Tonight was one of those nights.
By Brittany Swenk5 years ago in Motivation
Success is demanding
Success demands 5 things: Passion, Faith, Hard Work, Patience, Sacrifice To be successful You need to feel, believing and positively and successfully, start reading books about positive thinking and being successful. Every day you need to think and act successful, by doing this you will feel and become successful.
By Daniel Goldraij5 years ago in Motivation
Wishful Thinking
I lost my job about a month ago. I should’ve known it was coming because my ideas were better than my supervisors, so he felt I was trying to take his job. It also didn’t help that I stood up to my coworkers when they would try to take advantage of me. Call me a perfectionist, I loved the details in my work, but being fired should’ve been a relief for me since I hated my job. There was a calling on my heart, a yearning in my soul to not be sucked into the rat race of life that was completely unfulfilling for me. All the previous generations in my family worked day in and day out and had nothing to show for it. I refused to live like that, but here I was settling into dead end jobs where ego was always at play.
By Devin Reed5 years ago in Motivation
The Power of the Written Word
It was golden hour and Nora was getting restless. She blew a strand of her not quite straight, not quite curly honey colored hair out of her eyes as she sunk into the plushy love seat in the guest room at her grandmother’s house. The shadows of the paned windows made squares of orange light on her white hoodie. At least it was white at some point, now it was dull grey with faded doodles Nora had drawn with various types of pens when she was bored. It was her favorite. She wore blue jeans with one knee poking out with a sharpie drawn smiley face. She looked over at Lilly, who was perfectly content sitting on the four poster bed with a book.
By Brianne Bohman5 years ago in Motivation
To All The Dreamers In The World
Thomas Maxwell was not a rich man. In fact, he was quite the opposite. After moving out of his parents’ home, Thomas has been on and off various different jobs and occupations, living pay check to pay check to get by. Often, he would spend long periods of time out of a job.
By Haaken Bailey5 years ago in Motivation
