Manhood
The Guiding Hand
Introduction My father's influence, a magnificent man who has had a profound impact on how I identify, stands out amid the other threads in the fabric of my life. My father has made an imprint on my journey with his unshakable love, unfailing support, and priceless life teachings. One particular lesson he taught me has profoundly impacted me and changed how I see the world and myself. Thanks to his coaching, I've learned the value of resiliency and the importance of having a firm belief in my own skills.
By Nnadozie Benedictaabout a year ago in Men
"Nothing But Fear..." - A Mechanic's Misguided Design. Content Warning.
The way I see my family now is very different from how I viewed them all just a few years ago, before my identity crisis began. Perhaps the one that hurts the most to realize didn't have my best interests at heart is my dad. It was somewhat expected with my mother, and my relationship with my (half-)sister has always been a detached, one-and-done type of failure, so those are easier to accept.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)about a year ago in Men
Message to the Monster. Content Warning.
Dear Headless man, How long had you been hiding beneath my bed? Didn’t you know that I was already afraid to fall asleep in the dark? Couldn’t you hear me crying out to my daddy almost every night that I couldn’t sleep. He would come to my room and give me half a baby aspirin and tell me it was a ‘sleeping pill’, smooth my ringlets and say, ‘It’s all right, Dolly, go to sleep.’
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Men
The Last Minute, Late Night Ramblings of a Loving Son
Let me preface this by saying: I love my dad. Anything I write here is merely meant as critique. Not criticism. He’s always been there for my sisters and me. He’s been steady and dependable. He’s always had a great job and been able to provide his share for us.
By Kevin Barkmanabout a year ago in Men
The Constellation of a Father’s Love: A Guiding Light in Shaping Identity
From the moment of our birth, our identity starts to take shape, nurtured by the individuals and the world around us. Throughout the labyrinth of my life, a dominant force that has ceaselessly guided and shaped my identity is my father. His strength of character, relentless pursuit of knowledge, and stoic disposition have all left an indelible impact on me. The lessons imparted by him have not only fostered my personal growth but have also ingrained a compass of values that help me navigate the turbulent waters of life.
By Stevie Johnsonabout a year ago in Men
The Magic of Absence
Wherever there is light, we can see. It is the light that enables us to interact in the world we live in. Building relationships and forming a society has been possible because the world is filled with light. The concept of what we see has always been easy to assimilate. We understand the world through everything our senses perceive. We see the Sun, pouring its immense power onto our world, and we comprehend how tiny we are beneath it. We feel the rain falling incessantly, and we hear its tireless rumbling on the many surfaces that dare to challenge it, thus understanding the true value of patience. We don't merely nourish ourselves to satisfy hunger; we seek to please our taste buds in every meal, and even before that, our sense of smell, which skillfully describes the future that awaits our taste buds.
By Victor Chavarriaabout a year ago in Men
the teacher took out
This morning, we had a very rich and interesting observation lesson. A class, the teacher took out a mysterious envelope, let everyone guess what is inside? Some students say tea, some students say beans. The teacher handed out the envelope for us to touch again. I felt the inside was stiff, with many small folds of oval balls on it. The students said it was a peach pit. The teacher said you could come here. We couldn't wait to take a look. These two sharp things, bulging in the middle, its color is brown, the surface is rough, such as bark, can also be used as the grandfather of the head line. As the students carefully observed, a student suddenly shouted: "Fat sea it is!" The teacher can let us soak the fat sea in water and then observe its changes. We put the fat sea in a cup that a classmate had not prepared and poured boiling water on it. As soon as the water was injected, the skin on both ends of the fat sea slowly cracked. After a while, the color of the water turned yellow, and the volume of the fat sea had a noticeable effect on it. After a few minutes the water in the cup became more yellow, and the fat sea became like a ball of cellular brown 'cotton'. Now the fat sea feels soft. I put my nose particularly close to the mouth of the cup to smell, a light fragrance is coming to the nose. I picked up the cup and tasted myself, the taste is not necessarily as sweet as I imagined, but the society is struggling, but it is very refreshing. I picked up the fat sea bite a bit, chewing to feel like wood ear. The bell rang and the lesson was over. This class is not only interesting, but also gives me a lot of harvest. I really enjoyed the viewing class!Missed the morning dew, and looking at the hot sun. Missed the twilight twilight, and the charming moonlight. I missed the excitement of spring and summer. Back to the original memory, there is a picture in the memory, the picture that can not be erased. When I was in elementary school, I had a good friend who was inseparable. Just because of a year, those two hands were thrown away. From that day on, she never spoke to me again. Birthday parties without me, movies without me, as if I had been erased from her life, leaving no trace. In class, the teacher's lesson was very vivid, but I didn't listen to it at all. Looking out the window at the sapphire sky, the hot wind blew from the window, blowing my bangs gently to one side, and the note that said "sorry" was blown to the ground. I was about to pick it up with my hand when the bell rang. A big shoe stepped on the paper, his hand as if touched the tip of a needle, and left the note. There's a footprint on it. The wind seemed to blow away my heart, empty, as if something was missing. I wrote another note and was about to give it to her when she was surrounded by a group of girls. She brushed past me as if she hadn't seen me. I did not exert any force, as if I had lost my center of gravity, and was knocked out and sat in a chair. Looking at her distant back, I wanted to stop her, but I was afraid and gave up... That's when I knew we were never going back. Once friendship, like sand in hands, gone with the wind. Looking at the sky, the heart drifted to the distance. "I'm fine without you." I said. But that doesn't mean you're not important - the second half, I didn't say to her. The next day, looking at her empty position, my heart seemed to be taken away by her, and it was empty. The teacher came in and said, "She switched schools today and won't come." It was like my brain exploded and I just stopped. She's gone! Why is she gone? I haven't said I'm sorry yet! I admit, this time, I really missed her. I called her after school and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." All she said was, "It's too late. Goodbye." Then there's a busy signal. One summer day in sixth grade, I was walking in the pouring rain. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder, I looked, it was her! I tried to catch her, but she disappeared, just like she passed me by. I missed it again. I was thinking back then, if I stopped her, would it still be like this? At that moment, I grew up and understood that missing once may be missing a lifetime. My missing with you is the biggest regret in the long road of my life. When you stand at a fork in the road, remember to choose bravely.
By Keith Crawfordabout a year ago in Men
From Struggle to Success: A Father’s Unyielding Love
In a small town nestled amidst a world of dreams and aspirations, a joint family existed—a microcosm of diverse personalities and financial circumstances. At the center of this family stood my father, a man of humble means but boundless determination, and alongside him, my uncle and elder brother of my father, who was blessed with affluence.
By zain Ul Abedeenabout a year ago in Men
Which is the best hair transplant method? Why?
Two main techniques are used to obtain follicles for transplantation : 1. follicular unit transplantation (FUT) - The surgeon will use a scalpel to cut out a strip of scalp skin from the back of the head. The incision is typically several inches long. This is then closed with stitches.
By Dr. Ankit Guptaabout a year ago in Men
A Father's Legacy : Father's Footprint challenge
"On this special day, I honor the father figure who has nurtured my dreams, cheered for my successes, and offered guidance during challenging times. You are my champion, and I'm so blessed to have you in my life. Happy Father's Day!"
By kulandaivelabout a year ago in Men