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Socially Connected Story Sharing
Personal stories about tragedy and loss.
Violence without intelligence, is survival. With intelligence, we are able to delineate what violence is needed, productive violence from senseless, unproductive, unethical violence. The dividing line for violence is debated, but evolving. The more emotionally and logically intelligent we become, the less we value violence as an effective tool. This [...]
Alright then, I don't know how to start this, but here is my story, First it was Monday, the 30th of October, I worked in the second shift that day, until 11 pm and at that time it was just snowing so badly that I could barely see anything from [...]
In August of 1979 while I stroked Amber’s hair and lulled her to sleep, I discovered a small tumor that would transform our world. Since then, I have come to understand her “Life Task” on this earth: To live with cancer and through this journey, teach the world about love, [...]
The following excerpt from "How much is a life worth in RVA today?" by Sheila E. Battle is posted with permission from the Richmond Times-Dispatch (richmond.com). On June 15, 1995, my sister Sharon Yvonne Jackson was murdered in the 1000 block of East Marshall Street. She was robbed at gunpoint [...]
I was a girl who was filled with depression, anxiety, post traumatic disorder and a misdiagnosis of bipolar. I was studying in a college 450km far away from my home. I met a guy online and we started chatting and connecting really well. Then one day, my concussion headaches kicked [...]
Monday, January 4th, 2002 Cranston, Rhode Island I was four the first time I experienced racism. It was a cloudy Monday afternoon. My mom and I stood in a graveyard. I was standing in front of the crowd of my family that surrounded me, clutching my mother’s hand tightly as [...]
I have a Female co-worker (let's call her Aria; Not her real name of course) and I are both Temps. (Temporary Employees via Agency). So we share stories about each other's life, past experiences etc. (she mostly do, because I don't talk much that much; btw she's already married so [...]
… I was 14 years old. It had been 10 long years of abuse from my untreated mentally ill mother and 6 long years of sexual abuse from my mother’s third husband. One morning as my mother physically and mentally abused me, a week after returning from the abortion clinic [...]
I sit here going through my life in the world of social media on all platforms. I see myself.. A different me.. The inevitable arrogance of young age luring one undeniably into a facade of perceived indestructibility. Feeding my ego constantly and what is the by-product you want to know? [...]
Julia tapped her pencil against the dark oak table. The divider to her left and right were fixed and dark so no one could cheat. This test was the foundation of this planet, you pass you live, and have a place. You fail, your eliminated. It's how we kept our [...]