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Titanic and The Asian Hate That Plagued Six Chinese Survivors
First of all, I would like to say that there WAS room for Jack on that door in the movie Titanic. Rose was just selfish. With that off my chest, let's move on to the real story behind that well-known movie scene and the man who inspired it, as well as the five men who came with him to America after the sinking of the Titanic. This is a story of survival, but it is also a story of unwarranted hatred.
By A.W. Naves4 years ago in Humans
Memory Snaps
Growing old in body, the years slipping by as quickly as I let them. The older I get the quicker they seem to speed by. Memories pop up and I sometimes look at them with different eyes, thinking, "That is really me?" Some of the things I have done have been pretty great. Others just lessons to get through. Get through I do.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Humans
Seen Her Face Before!
We could make fire in the middle of summer, just to see the flames and talk the night away. Now the hopeless romantic side of me could get lost into your eyes for days, weeks, even months at a time. Yeah, people say there's no one that can meet the standard of perfect. However, I can argue the fact that you should be the standard that perfection is measured. Soft-spoken, yet strong and commanding to every sense of being. Skin resembles smooth coco-chocolate from the manicure of your hands to the seductive tone and sensual attraction of your wonderful legs. You are the definition of a beautiful woman.
By Jay LeTron Dobbins4 years ago in Humans
Cumbia, Hippies and Disco
Some of my best memories are probably in the 70s into the early 80s. I was at the age where it was not unusual to see hippies around. We had some living next door to us at one time in the late 60s or early 70s. My dad being the kind of guy he was - clean cut, go to work every day kind of a guy - at first cast a suspicious eye on them and told us to keep our distance. It did not take long before he came to another conclusion. They had invited him in once as they were having a party. I can't remember why they invited him in, but he decided to go for whatever reason. (Maybe as undercover intel or some other reason we didn't know.) After that visit which wasn't long probably less than an hour, he came back and said, "They're alright. They're good people," so I guess our orders were rescinded, and we could talk to them.
By Yvette McDermott4 years ago in Humans
The Game
THE GAME The silence was so loud. You could hear a sweat drop onto the cold concrete of the floor that day. 72 heartbeats almost in sync with one another, but 72 minds each in its own place of solitude. Focused and consumed by a drive to be the best. It was intoxicating, it was like everything else had vanished and there was only one thing to worry about. Without this we had nothing else. Moments passed as we got closer to our destiny, but it felt like eternity.
By Kenneth Betts4 years ago in Humans
The Captain Beneath the Waves
You can hardly see the sunlight down here. Up above, distant rays danced across the rippling surface of the ocean like polar lights. It's quiet, this place, always quiet. The long silence is only broken by the cracking groan of the ship shifting in its grave. Her name was Aurora. A twin-screw steamer, all 296 feet of her has been encrusted in a skin of algae and coral. Her belly is full of sharks, huge lingcod and snappers. Schools of herring swarm around her deck, some dashing in out of windows and cracks in the hull. In this way it seems to me she is, perhaps, more alive in this death below than she had ever been above the surface of the sea.
By James Butterbaugh4 years ago in Humans
Who said?
Every gem is rough before it is polished, but it is not worthless because it is unpolished. Likewise, Silver retains value even under its tarnish and so does the silver-haired rancher who can truly say, "I'm not dead yet!" Somewhere in America the elderly are aging with questions of ‘what happened to my worth, my value. I’ve done so much for you, my state and the world just by doing my job of caring for animals that depended on me to fatten them up for the harvest.’ Who can imagine the long days, the heartbroken nights of losing stock for the cold or the storm or the stillborn?
By Verna K Gunderson4 years ago in Humans
Carolina
It was the last weekend of August, and we were camping with some friends on the shore of Lake Hartwell, South Carolina. I was were flipping some steaks on the grill while the children were playing around us. It was really hot, and the vicinity of the grill didn’t help at all. I reached for a beer in the cooler nearby when I saw a giant butterfly with an intricate red and black design flying around. I called my son to have a look at it, and, to my infinite surprise, the butterfly came straight to him and sat on his outstretched finger.
By Cristian Carstoiu4 years ago in Humans
