Humanity

To The One Who Saved Me
Hometown hero's is a tough subject for me. My village didn't raise me up, fact is a whole other community saved me. And that's why I am joining on this challenge. It don't have to be your hometown who raised you and encouraged you it can be a whole other community. Because I had no one to turn to, or trust. I ended up shutting down. Not know where my life would end up. I felt like an outcast. So not all Hometowns are mentors to children some hometowns can destroy a persons confidence and trust. At a young age I was searching for my hero Deep and wide. I did look up to a few people but then they let me down and destroyed my trust again. I was lost into the deep pit of despair. It's sad really, how not all children get to experience the comfort of their own hometown or even their community.
By Kristina Steffy4 years ago in Confessions
Simple Thanks
This challenge simply states to write an open letter to our hometown heroes, or people who have helped us become who we are today. Many of us probably write down a story for these contests, then change them, rearrange sentences, add or take away certain aspects. However, for this challenge, I am simply going to write out my letter. One copy, one draft, one submission.
By Mariam Michalak4 years ago in Confessions
Please ask me to wait
(A little context to begin. The unitalicized parts were written back in January of 2007 and the italicized parts - like this - are my additions and reflections now. Using the insight and knowledge I have gained since the initial writing to offer notes to my past. Here we go...)
By Forbsie4 years ago in Confessions
Losing myself in societal relationship expectations
Her eyes were nothing except a flickering blur. Again the dim light outside penetrated her own perception and extended to the digits connecting with this tiny little device. She bought the phone three years ago because of its size and usability. Women’s pockets being almost non existent. Perhaps some deal the the handbag market had brokered to the clothing manufacturers. Of course women’s items must be kept external to her person as not to ruin their beautiful shapes. As an object to be stared at, as an object to be adored. Without identity without opinion, without threat to undermining judgment against the misogynistic cowardice and insecurities… Her mind wondered to just how many patriarchal conventions we acquiesce ourselves to? Even the term “the fairer sex” numbs behaviour with expectations and politely asks up to “please put that placard down and return to raising your children” “return to demurely pleasing your husband” Her mind wandered further to the eight years she had lived with a man and raised two children with. She felt like she had finally been accepted into the world into “normal society” a man who loved her! A good looking man at that! Wow!
By Pixie Willo4 years ago in Confessions
A radio
My patient was trying to commit suicide by refusing to treat a bladder infection. I looked down at him, our first meeting. His aura was black, indicating the premeditated murder of a human. Guess they hadn’t caught him for that one. His gang tats were Latin American and his eyes were psi-black, indicating he didn’t like me at all.
By Drea Burbank, MD4 years ago in Confessions
Open Letter to My Heroes
Much gratitude to you. That seems, by all accounts, to be so little to tell someone so generally compelling in my life. I need to say more, but I understand you wouldn't see any issues if I didn't say that. You are an unassuming person with the world's most prominent heart and certain mental strength. You have turned into an inspiration to me, yet actually my legend.
By Mandeep Singh4 years ago in Confessions
Everyone is Struggling
The first attempt that I had at this post was far too negative... Truthfully, I had a really awful time during the year 2021. It was a truly terrible year to put it lightly. I had promised myself that the second attempt at this post would be better.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
A Rare, Inherited Condition Was Causing Me to Go Deaf
Television had sounded muffled for about a month, and I began to wonder why everybody was mumbling. Like an elderly person without a hearing aid, I urged people to speak up. But I was only 38. I didn't attribute these problems to hearing loss.
By Bebe King Nicholson4 years ago in Confessions
The Journey to Write
As a young child who could not put a book down, I knew then that words were my friends. They literally transformed a shy, extremely backward child into faraway lands, or crazy places such as Roald Dahl's Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, or in later years, Are You there God It's Me Margaret. Letters, words, reading simply calmed my soul, and enlightened my spirit. To this day-give me a book to read that I can hold, smell, and flip through the pages to divert attention from a weary day, a snowy day, or pretty much any day.
By Valerie Gerke4 years ago in Confessions
I Have a Dream
As a 90’s baby, I have always never understood why people could hate someone just because they are different than them. That’s what is beautiful about people is the differences. After all this time since Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s I Have a Dream speech, you would think that discrimination and exclusivity would be nonexistent. Unfortunately, recent elections and events even last year have proven that naive thought false. This is why I have prioritized in 2022 to use my time, my voice, & my funds when able.
By Dee Dove4 years ago in Confessions
To our truckers : THANK YOU
We thought we knew what your work was like, we thought we knew the non-difficulties involved with driving – you just sit there and press on a pedal. We forgot the lack of sleep, the intense and unwavering attention needed to get things where they need to be, and the help you bring to motorists on all roads, in all weather conditions. Not to mention being far from your families.
By Whimsical Wanderer 4 years ago in Confessions
How To Get The Love You Deserve
Love is an effective emotion; it is able to nourish, invigorate, inspire, validate and heal. Love is the essence of who we're and the middle of our life. Where there is love, there may be no worry, anger, or hatred. We yearn for love as it's miles our birthright and whether or not or now not we obtained it unconditionally as an infant, our heart aches for it.
By Arun Chaudhary4 years ago in Confessions