It’s no secret that I love New York. It’s my favorite place. I don’t know what it is about that city but it draws me in like a moth to a flame…. So you can only imagine how obsessed I am with Humans of New York. This guy spends his days walking the streets of New York photographing strangers. After taking their photo he has a conversation with them and somehow manages to get them to open up about the most intimate details. He then shares the photos and their confessions on his blog.
I’ve been following Humans of New York for several months and it’s still as interesting to me today as it was the day I first saw it.
I wish I could say that I am open-minded, that I view the people around me as equals, that I don’t judge or stereotype strangers…but the truth is: I do.
We are all human. Everyone has a story. Everyone has shame. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone deserves forgiveness. Everyone wants to be loved. Everyone deserves to be loved. The homeless man in front of Quail Springs is a human being, just like the man sitting in a high rise office at Devin Tower. Basically, HONY has opened my heart and allowed me to feel so deeply for complete strangers.
Just because someone is different than you, doesn’t make them less than you. –this is something I try hard to remember, but easily forget.
Feeling empathetic for others doesn’t come naturally to me. Humans of New York has helped with that.
So if you’re having a bad day or feeling a little down, check out HONY. I promise it will bring a smile to your face.
I thought it might be fun to share a portrait and answer one of the questions asked on HONY.
What is your happiest moment?
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I know this probably isn’t my most happy moment but it’s the first that comes to mind: My junior year of high school I auditioned for the varsity show choir. It was very competitive and I was convinced that I wasn’t going to make it (actually I didn’t even believe I deserved to make it, I doubted my talent and really truly thought it was a long shot). But I wanted it so bad. I worked so hard on my audition song and (I’m sure the other kids laughed at me) I even wore an elaborate costume that my grandmother made. The director waited until Friday to announce the team. He passed out envelopes after school, inside containing a list of students who made the cut. I was supposed to wait until I got home to open it but I couldn’t wait. I had been sick to my stomach all day, dreading the disappointment. Anyway, I opened the envelope in the parking lot at school. When I saw my name on the list I danced and screamed and threw my hands in the air. I remember other students walking to their car, looking at me like I was crazy but I didn’t care. It was such an amazing feeling. I was shocked that I made the team; I mean I couldn’t believe it. I called my dad first and that night my stepmom surprised me with a cookie cake that said “Congratulations Trojanaire!” It was pretty awesome. I think this moment sticks out because it was completely unexpected. I was blown away when I saw my name on that list.
I’d love to hear what your happiest moment was! Please tell me I’m not the only one who answers with the cliché: “making the varsity team in high school!” haha!
Happy Hump Day!