Facebook gives a platform for everyone to post whatever they want to share with the World, some just want to seek attention and get famous, and some just want to add something to the online content and the World, including our friend, Brandon Stanton.
Nowadays, people do whatever they can to be online public figures, we see examples like religion- based photos, fake news, cliche' posts, whatever they could post to move people's feelings toward their page traffic they would post, and among all of this mess, we still find some individuals who truly knew the importance to be given a platform and how to use it properly.
Brandon, a Photographer, Blogger and page admin of "Humans of New York", set a great example for everyone about the importance of social media and how we can direct it toward the good of our communities. no wonder why TIME Magazine placed him in its list of "30 Under 30 World Changers" back in 2013.
Humans of New York is capable of bringing people to a one common ground, of which no religion or political views ever did, you just have to read the comments on any post and you'd immediately notice that people's feelings are directed into the story shared and you'd read beautiful supporting messages and cheering.
Brandon is no attention seeker, he just wants people to always remember that we're one nation, our stories differ, but we still feel the same kind of feelings, he brings us all together with no borderlines or limits.
Here are 3 stories you have to check out:
3. A Human from Egypt.
“The birth went fine. Teela was born early so they took her and put her behind glass under a blue light. For the next few days, I went back and forth between Marwa’s room and the room where Teela was under the blue light. Eventually Marwa got better to the point where she could sit in a wheelchair, so I pushed her down the hall so she could meet our daughter. We all took a picture together. Later that afternoon we were preparing Marwa for a CT scan, and her sister was helping to take out her hair extensions. Suddenly Marwa sat up really fast, and she looked so scared, like she’d seen a ghost. She fell toward me and I took her in my arms and she started having a seizure. The doctors pulled me away and I started fighting with them, but they wheeled Marwa away to the ICU. They told me it would be fine, and I could go home, but I slept in the waiting room, and that night the doctor called my cellphone and said ‘Come now.’ When I got to the ICU, they told me, ‘We lost her for a bit, and if she comes back now, we don’t know how much of her will come back.” It didn’t feel real. It was like the movies. I was standing right over her and her heart rate monitor would go flat, and these two huge men would start hammering her in the chest, and she was so tiny, and her heart would beat for a couple more minutes and then it would go flat again. And then I heard the doctor say ‘Let’s give it one last try.’ And then I heard the doctor say ‘Time of death.’ And then he turned to me and said, ‘We’ll leave you here. Take all the time you need.’ And when they left me alone, I was like a madman. I didn’t know what to do. I started taking photos of her hands, and her feet, and I cut off bits of her hair. And when I walked out of the room I felt so empty. Like I was nothing.”
"I'm homosexual and I'm afraid about what my future will be and that people won't like me."
“My husband and I sold everything we had to afford the journey. We worked 15 hours a day in Turkey until we had enough money to leave. The smuggler put 152 of us on a boat. Once we saw the boat, many of us wanted to go back, but he told us that anyone who turned back would not get a refund. We had no choice. Both the lower compartment and the deck were filled with people. Waves began to come into the boat so the captain told everyone to throw their baggage into the sea. In the ocean we hit a rock, but the captain told us not to worry. Water began to come into the boat, but again he told us not to worry. We were in the lower compartment and it began to fill with water. It was too tight to move. Everyone began to scream. We were the last ones to get out alive. My husband pulled me out of the window. In the ocean, he took off his life jacket and gave it to a woman. We swam for as long as possible. After several hours he told me he that he was too tired to swim and that he was going to float on his back and rest. It was so dark we could not see. The waves were high. I could hear him calling me but he got further and further away. Eventually a boat found me. They never found my husband.”