Helping others Stories

The piercing sound of my alarm jolted me awake, and I groggily reached over to silence it. As I slowly emerged from the hazy realm of sleep, the weight of the previous day's events settled upon me. I turned to Jess, her peaceful form still cocooned in the warmth of the blankets, and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead, silently wishing her a day filled with tranquility. Making my way to the kitchen, I dressed for the da...

He hadn't planned this. No one ever planned to be homeless. A few more conscious passersby noticed the tragic irony of where he slept. Directly above him was a store window showcasing a fanciful adorned bed, complete with fluffed pillows, fur blankets, and satin sheets. His bed for the night – a bitter-cold, unforgiving pavement. Those who dared soil their perfect lives by glancing his way either thought him asleep or pas...

In the frugality of my soul, the self exerts and manifests. Spawning a million 'me', in the quietness it harvests. Still I long for that to which I want to surrender, and wait under 'his' sky and wonder How long do I wait and help paper boats sail by and watch from the edge the distance and the 'purple' sky The sun sets yet another day again turning everything an orange aglow and the ripples in the water help my paper boa...