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Posted 8/18/14

Smeelia wrote:


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It was "Honey" right?


Well... not quite... but close enough.
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Posted 8/18/14

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I love that page, I follow them on Facebook and I can say it helps restore my faith in humanity a little.

I too love their page! Haha and like you said helps me restore my faith in humanity just a little too



yep it also makes you really sad along the way.
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Posted 8/18/14
I've been following them for a few months. It gives a face to the people that we would never bother talking too,
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Posted 8/18/14 , edited 8/18/14

cuppycakeox wrote:


BigChocolate wrote:


cuppycakeox wrote:

I love that page, I follow them on Facebook and I can say it helps restore my faith in humanity a little.

I too love their page! Haha and like you said helps me restore my faith in humanity just a little too



yep it also makes you really sad along the way.


Why does it help restore faith in humanity?

It looks like a bunch of sad stories put together for the sake of dramatic effect. wait scratch that, it's just a bunch of everything people in New York do or are.
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HONY is why I still go on my Facebook.
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HONY is amazing!
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HONY 2012!!

Wait...
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Posted 8/26/14
This one was really sad. @_@

"I was seven years old when it happened. It was about 9 pm at night. We heard the neighbors screaming so we knew that the rebels were in the village. There were many people visiting in my house at the time, so all the men gathered in the main room. We had no guns, only knives. Soon the dog started barking, then we heard footsteps, and then we heard a knock on the door. They started calling for my father to come out. We didn't answer, so they started shooting into the house. Everyone pushed against the door to try to keep it closed, but they knocked it down. My father saw that he couldn't run, so he gave himself up. They took him away. Then they gathered all the men and boys, and marched us out of the back of the house. My brother tried to jump and climb up on the roof, but they saw him and shot him. I knew I had to try something different, so I waited until we were rounding a corner, and I jumped into a bush, and I kept crawling until I reached the other side, then I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the neighbor's house, but they turned me away and locked the door. So I hid all night in the graveyard. The next day I returned to my house. They'd taken everything. They dumped my sick mother onto the floor and took her mattress. I found my father's body in the barn. They'd cut off his arms and his legs."

(Kampala, Uganda)

Humans of New York: Unfortunate side story to this. While this man was sharing his story with me, a young, well-dressed man walked up to the bar, cut him off mid-sentence, and said: "Get me a coffee. And hurry up."


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Posted 8/26/14 , edited 8/26/14
should be called "humans of real new york"


im sorry...i know thats its good work and everything but i couldnt help myself. i hope im not the only one who thought of it
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cuppycakeox wrote:

This one was really sad. @_@

"I was seven years old when it happened. It was about 9 pm at night. We heard the neighbors screaming so we knew that the rebels were in the village. There were many people visiting in my house at the time, so all the men gathered in the main room. We had no guns, only knives. Soon the dog started barking, then we heard footsteps, and then we heard a knock on the door. They started calling for my father to come out. We didn't answer, so they started shooting into the house. Everyone pushed against the door to try to keep it closed, but they knocked it down. My father saw that he couldn't run, so he gave himself up. They took him away. Then they gathered all the men and boys, and marched us out of the back of the house. My brother tried to jump and climb up on the roof, but they saw him and shot him. I knew I had to try something different, so I waited until we were rounding a corner, and I jumped into a bush, and I kept crawling until I reached the other side, then I got up and ran. I ran all the way to the neighbor's house, but they turned me away and locked the door. So I hid all night in the graveyard. The next day I returned to my house. They'd taken everything. They dumped my sick mother onto the floor and took her mattress. I found my father's body in the barn. They'd cut off his arms and his legs."

(Kampala, Uganda)

Humans of New York: Unfortunate side story to this. While this man was sharing his story with me, a young, well-dressed man walked up to the bar, cut him off mid-sentence, and said: "Get me a coffee. And hurry up."



Yes thanks for sharing I just saw this myself!

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