100 Days of compassion Stories

Find below our collection of stories, one for each day between January 20, 2025 and April 30, 2025. Each is their own special call to celebrate the advocates, activists, artists, and just plain decent folks that stand up for others. Please contribute your story, https://www.storycenter.org/100days-story-submission

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Opening Doors

I am the first girl of my family to get to go to the college. Getting the scholarship was not as hard as convincing my family that I should go. My friend applied for me because I was too scared that my family would be angry, or my brother would never talk with me again, or worse, when I got the call for the interview, I told my mother she was not exactly supportive, but she discussed with my father when the scholarship award letter came, my brother opened it while I was out.

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To Stand Now is To Tell Our Stories

I’ve been so excited about the good work being done through the All Together Now workshops across the country. Thinking back, I can’t really say I’ve had an opportunity ­– or I haven’t seen it ­– to take a stand, and to engage in the necessary civil disobedience required to go against the American grain. Even if it’s “only” telling our stories. If telling our stories is subversive to an ultimately damaging master narrative, then let our voices be like a march, and let them be heard by as many people as possible.

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The More Things Change The More They Stay The Same

Since its inception, the English colony, which later becomes the United States, was a place of the haves and have nots.

Mostly the have nots working for one to 2% of the population that control the majority of the new country's wealth,

very much like it is today at Hampton and places like it during the 1700s European indentured servants and enslaved Africans worked side by side. White and black bodies were whipped, ate the same lousy food, wore the same crappy clothing, some cases even escaping together because it was not about your black I'm white. It was more about we are both being oppressed.

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City of Dolls

City of Dolls is a digital storytelling about women and girls who make handmade dolls in

Tajmir (a small village in Iran). This digital storytelling created by Marjan Foroughi and

"Shahrzad Creative digital storytelling Center. (Shahrzadcdsc).

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Family Gardening Matters

It was February in Wyoming, and the data gathering started early, so the sky was still dark when I pulled on my staff t shirt, then I slipped my medicine bag over my head. Everyone that day needed healing, including me.

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My Food Justice Journey Starts Here

I live out in the country. For the last couple of months, my husband and I have been out in nature, gardening and clearing our woods. The isolation has almost been positive for us.

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Small Town America Has a Heart

I live out in the country. For the last couple of months, my husband and I have been out in nature, gardening and clearing our woods. The isolation has almost been positive for us.

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Communion

I take my mother to church. She is 91. I know how important it is that I go with her-- imperative is a better word. Church has been the comfort of her life, and also her cudgel. My mother doesn’t wash her hands before she eats, but she always prays.

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We Rise By Lifting Others

People around our neighborhood started becoming fussy around the doctor. We were worried not only about him, but about his grandmother. Slowly people started losing their minds. There were threats written on the wall of his house.

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Your Move

I like to challenge myself. I'm a poor chess player, but I appreciate the skills you learn from it. We all know, chess is a game of strategy, of predicting your opponent's next move and planning for the inevitable future. Kevin was about my height, but skinnier.

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On Our Terms

Their voices were indistinct, and my vision collapsed into a tunnel of fuzziness. I became aware only of the heat and overbearing suffocation in the room, and my skin prickled with a noose. My mom was listening, seated alongside me, the MRI is suspicious for cancer.

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Inheritance

I inherited the sork, my grandmother, mother, sister and now me. I avoided the sork. I didn't want it a heavy weight to carry, and I cry far too easily. I inherited this work, love and strength, pain and trauma.

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What’s in the Water

Cars rush past overhead, but as loud as the sounds are above, the flow of water dominates. Water has been an endless source of inspiration and amazement for me, just waiting to be explored downstream, the creek rages with the rise of a heavy spring rainstorm, ash trees and reed canary grass hug the banks.

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Coffee

I like to enjoy a cup of coffee as I read the news in the morning. The only problem is that I need to leave my house and hope it's not raining or snowing. I put on a jacket and shoes, walk five feet to my daughter's house, unlock the door, go into her kitchen, get my coffee and return to my house.

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Seeing Differently

We would beat the sunrise and be at the farm to irrigate, pull weeds and plant seeds in the soil, all before it got too hot. I have grown corn, melons, squash and leafy greens for most of my life.

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Goodbye

Sometimes we don't get the chance to say goodbye. How funny is it that we're usually left with the last memory we have of someone, and it's so insignificant compared to the experience of knowing them, yet it's still the last memory we have.

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A Different Tune

A skirt, a jumper, a pair of pants lay before me alongside my white polo, but I don't feel comfortable in the jumper. I feel even less secure in the skirt. I choose the pants because they fit me best. I grew up going to Baptist church gatherings on the weekends with class and mass on the weekdays.

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The Land that Raised Me

We would beat the sunrise and be at the farm to irrigate, pull weeds and plant seeds in the soil, all before it got too hot. I have grown corn, melons, squash and leafy greens for most of my life.

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Add your story to this Collection

We invite you to be part of this collection of stories responding to the first 100 days of the new administration. Each day we will share a written story or video about someone caring enough to stand up, to care for someone, to be of service. Add your story here, 100 Days Story Submission.