BUILDING EMPATHY
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Hum of Humanity is a platform to share real-life anecdotes in hopes of building empathy and humility through the power of the narrative.

Every person has a library of stories that are unique to them. They connect us, create understanding, and exhibit personhood. Hum of Humanity is a medium for experiences to be shared so that they can shape, challenge or strengthen our beliefs.

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When I was nine years old, I was convinced that there were radio-active fish swimming in my stomach because I would experience such severe stomach pain that my young and ...
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I’ve always struggled with my health. I’ve come to realize it’s very mental. I didn’t understand that as a child. I didn’t know how to make that separation, and it ...
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I was born in the Free State, on a hippie commune called Rustlers Valley, just outside Fricksburg on the border of Lesotho. We lived on the top of the valley ...
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I lived in Italy for three years. Initially, it was very challenging, nobody spoke English, and I didn’t speak Italian. I felt very stuck with my mom – who I ...
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I’m struggling with being fine. I have to be extraordinary. There’s no other way. If I’m not being extraordinary for myself, I am for my family, for my dad, for ...
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Seeing a new cloud, you never see the same clouds. If I see a new cloud and smell a new fresh day, watch the trees move differently. Then I can ...
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Since finding out about this surgery, I feel like I can breathe. When I found out about this condition, I was incredibly depressive and felt dark and hopeless because it’s ...
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My condition is called Chiari 1 malformation of the brain and syringomyelia of the spinal cord. It is a chronic pain condition that is either caused by birth or by ...
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It’s so different today, there was a particular atmosphere in SA in those days that involved underground work because of the restrictions the government imposed. There were many trials involving ...
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It was 1962, we had just returned from England, where we were for a year. I was friendly with people like Joe Slovo and Arthur Chaskalson, who later became Chief ...