Humanity
Why I Risked My Life to Drive Burning Tanker off the Road - Hero Ejiro Otarigho
Everyday I scour through a ton of news stories to bring you fresh stories especially in entertainment that nobody has brought you yet, stories that touch, and stories that spark conversation. Today's story is especially about the latter two. It is a story of a real life hero and the amazing deed he did to protect the members of the Agbarho community in Delta State.
By Jide Okonjo4 years ago in Confessions
My Backstory
Devourer of books, that was my title. I read every book which interested me in our small-town public library. From third grade onward, I read everything from classic novels to fantasy and anything in between. Finally, when I felt I had read every book I wanted to read, I decided to write one myself. It was 2005, while I was in High School, and I wrote just as voraciously as I read. Much to the chagrin of my poor mother.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Confessions
Scared of Pride
What is it that makes you tick? So true to who you are that it makes us feel unworthy. I’m scared. Scared of what I may become. Scared of who I will be. Scared to find my truth, scared of me, and even you. Scared to be happy, scared to not know when we’re happy. Scared to know what’s true.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
April showers
Looking in the mirror in a euphemistically way . Knowing who I am inside versus how I look on the outside . Internally the proper prima ballerina princess with the personality differing each day . Some days I’m logical and some days I’m very light hearted. Some days I want to wear a cute beanie and some doc martins . Most days I want espadrilles and the ballerina flats that tie all the way up . Some days I wear purple lipstick and rock rob zombie and want to live inside of Taylor momsens old wardrobe. That’s my different personality’s one logical dark and serious. Then goofy peppy cheerleader whose light hearted and wants to hug everyone .
By April Liao4 years ago in Confessions
You are Valuable
So many times in life we face trials or issues that causes us to re-evaluate ourselves. If you are like me where you give so much of yourself to love and help others, then you wonder does anyone care that I am drained? Where are those individuals that says, "I love you and whatever you need, I got you!"
By Pamela Teague4 years ago in Confessions
Home. Top Story - June 2022.
I've been slowly reintegrating back into reality. I landed a week ago. Stood, squinting in the California sun, puffy-eyed from 27 hours of sleepy suitcase dragging, waiting for Shane's white SUV to peel around the corner at Burbank airport. I wondered if this was the last time I'd pull something like this--stuff three bags full of clothes and books and disappear from my life for five months. With me, it's impossible to know for sure.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Confessions
10 things you will regret later in life
1. Neglecting Passion photo by Ian Schneider on unsplash In ten or twenty years, when you reflect on the life you’ve lived, will you regret the career you chose? Many people experience professional regret because they spent their lives chasing dollar signs instead of pursuing their passions. They chose professions that could afford them a more luxurious lifestyle. Day in and day out, they earned a hefty salary, but as you look back at your life, you won’t think about how much money you made. You’ll think about the meaningful things you accomplished. If your professional life revolved around your paycheck, you may not have something meaningful to reflect on.
By lupu alexandra4 years ago in Confessions
So it continues
As I returned to my moms , it was a new house , new boyfriend, a new school , new place and farther from my family . There was no place to sleep so my mom got me a little folding couch the ones they made for kids to sleep on , she had me read a child called it . Her words are “ your life could be worse “ and she was right my life wasn’t as hard as that boys . Then the fighting started between my mom and this guy , fist fights , screaming hiding . I wanted my life to go back to normal . I wanted it to end . So I went to the bathroom and knew if I took a bunch of random medicine in the cabinet maybe it would end finally . Maybe the nightmares would finally stop . Maybe I wouldn’t remember his name or his smell or how his breathing tremored , the way his voice echoed in my ears when is slept . So I took snuck to the bathroom and took 20 Tylenol for the pain and half a bottle of allergy medicine. Before I knew it I was in the back of the ambulance with IVs . I remember the taste of the charcoal when they pumped my stomach . I remember my favorite uncle sitting at my bedside telling me he’s supposed to die before me , he can’t live life without me. He helped raise me . He wasn’t just my uncle he was the only father I had , the big brother who would have protected me . Those words to this day still keep me fighting , they keep me strong they sting every time I feel like life’s ending . I don’t remember the ride to the psychiatric hospital. I remember sleeping on cold floor with just a mat , some girl screaming in a straight jacket and then they gave her a shot in the arm . All I could think was what the hell is this place ? I am not like that I don’t belong here ! As the days passed I can still remember visits with my grandma , I can remember she brought me a carebear to sleep with but I wasn’t allowed to have it . I can remember the smell of my teen spurt deodorant and how everything I did was monitored . I remember counseling and going to school in the hospital with other kids . I remember calling my mom before lights out and yelling her to take me home . She would tell me it wasn’t her choice anymore . I was a danger to myself and to everyone else . I was blacking out and getting into fights with my mom so bad all I could remember was laying in her lap afterwards and having apple juice . I remember my very last therapy session in the hospital and promised not to try that again . I would have said anything just to go home . With medication that was fit for an adult that made me a zombie , I took it and went home . I didn’t know what home was . I had no clue my mom put alarms on my doors , I had no clue she got engaged or moved in with a new guy . All I knew was I was tired and had to keep my cool . So once again , a new guy , new house , new neighborhood , new school . The new school wasn’t terrible . I made friends pretty easy . But I always had to hide who I really was … or the version of me I was supposed to hide . I hardly remember my teachers I went through so many , I recall my mom telling us that we were moving AGAIN ! This time it was out of state . This time it was Virginia.
By KelseaMarie Hamilton4 years ago in Confessions
Daily Reflections
01/04/2022 Food for Thought I was never much of a scientist. In much the same manner as I am still not much of a baker. Often these two things find themselves conflated by simile in kitchens: and rightly so. While there is most definitely artistry in baking, its first principles are far more immutable than those found in other culinary disciplines. After over 30 years as a cook, I have acquired a passable knowledge of baking and a deep appreciation for its exactitude.
By Andrew Rockman4 years ago in Confessions
