Soulfeedzz, Melbourne (2025)

18/09/2025

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided.
Returning each deed! Oh, they'll be so excited!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
I'll write on the walls with reds, whites and blues,
And I'll bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, how they'll shout!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their head,
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat,
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry I'll run if I'm able!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click,
I'll cross both eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud 'til the end of the day!
When I'm an old lady and live with my kids.
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, "She's so sweet when she's sleeping!"
Credit Goes To : Joanne Bailey Baxter✍️
Credit: Heartfelt Creations

18/09/2025

In 1933, a beautiful young Austrian woman stripped off her clothes for a movie director. She ran naked through the woods and swam naked in a lake. While King Kong was the most popular movie that year, everyone in Hollywood was talking about that scandalous film starring the gorgeous Austrian woman.
Louis B. Mayer, from the giant studio MGM, declared her the most beautiful woman in the world. The film, called "Ecstasy," was banned almost everywhere, which only made it more popular and valuable. Mussolini reportedly refused to sell his copy at any price.
The star of the film was Hedwig Kiesler. She claimed the secret of her beauty was "to stand there and look stupid." In truth, Kiesler was anything but stupid.
When she made Ecstasy, Kiesler was married to one of the richest men in Austria, Friedrich Mandl, the country’s leading arms manufacturer. His firm would become a key supplier to the N***s. Mandl used his beautiful young wife as a showpiece at important business dinners with representatives from the Austrian, Italian, and German fascist forces. One of Mandl's favorite topics at these gatherings—which included meals with Hi**er and Mussolini—was the technology behind radio-controlled missiles and torpedoes.
As a Jew, Kiesler despised the N***s and loathed her husband’s business ambitions. Mandl reacted to his willful wife by imprisoning her in his castle, Schloss Schwarzenau. In 1937, she managed to escape by drugging her maid, sneaking out dressed in the maid's clothes, and selling her jewelry to finance a trip to London. She got out just in time: in 1938, Germany annexed Austria, the N***s seized Mandl’s factory, and he, being half Jewish, fled to Brazil. Later, Mandl became an adviser to Argentina’s iconic populist president, Juan Peron.
In London, Kiesler arranged a meeting with Louis B. Mayer and signed a long-term contract with him, becoming one of MGM’s biggest stars. She appeared in over 20 films, co-starring with Clark Gable, Judy Garland, and even Bob Hope. Each of her first seven MGM movies was a blockbuster. Still, Kiesler cared far more about fighting the N***s than making movies.
At the height of her fame, in 1942, she developed a new kind of communications system optimized for sending coded messages that couldn’t be “jammed.” She was building a system that would allow torpedoes and guided bombs to always hit their targets—a system designed to kill N***s. By the 1940s, both the N***s and the Allied forces were using the kind of single-frequency radio-controlled technology that Kiesler’s ex-husband had been promoting.
Most people won’t recognize the name Hedwig Kiesler or Hedy Markey. But it’s a safe bet that anyone of a certain age will remember one of Hollywood’s greatest beauties from the golden age—Hedy Lamarr. That was the name Louis B. Mayer gave his prize actress.

17/09/2025

History remembers Leo Tolstoy. But behind his masterpieces stood Sofia Tolstaya — a woman whose brilliance, endurance, and labor made his work possible.
She was more than a wife. She was his copyist, editor, typist, publisher, financial manager, and the mother of thirteen children. When Tolstoy handed her War and Peace, it was a pile of scribbled drafts and scattered thoughts. She turned chaos into literature, copying the manuscript by hand seven times.
She balanced accounts, defended his work, and negotiated with publishers — all while he wrestled with crises of faith and preached detachment from material things. Her diaries reveal her wit, exhaustion, and honesty, painting the portrait of a woman carrying the family while shaping one of the greatest literary legacies.
When Tolstoy died in 1910, Sofia was kept outside his room at a cold railway station — just as history has too often kept her outside his story.
She was not a footnote. She was a pillar, the invisible ink behind masterpieces.

~Old Photo Club

16/09/2025

In 1914, a Spanish woman conceived a daughter as part of a strict social experiment. The girl, named Hildegart Rodríguez Carballeira, was born to a mother who was a feminist, socialist, and eugenicist, and to a father chosen for being, in her mother’s words, “intellectually and physically superior.” From birth, Hildegart was carefully raised to become “the perfect woman of the future,” with her mother controlling every detail of her upbringing.

By the age of four, Hildegart spoke four languages fluently. As a teenager, she had already graduated from university, and by eighteen, she was teaching as a professor. Despite her mother’s intense guidance, Hildegart grew increasingly independent, following her own path and ambitions. Recognizing her brilliance, writer H.G. Wells offered her a position in England as his personal secretary—an opportunity that might have helped her break free from her mother’s radical control.

Tragically, in June 1933, Hildegart was shot and killed by her own mother while she slept, in an effort to stop her escape. Aurora, her mother, later said, “The sculptor, upon discovering the slightest imperfection in her work, destroys it.” Aurora was then institutionalized for life. Hildegart’s story is a haunting reminder of obsession, control, and the dark consequences of trying to mold “perfection” in another human being.

13/09/2025

When U.S. troops liberated Dachau in April 1945, they entered a world of suffering and starvation so severe that words could hardly capture its depth. Among the survivors was a man so weak he couldn’t lift a spoon to his mouth.

One American soldier knelt beside him, gently lifting broth to his lips. “Don’t give up,” he said softly, “I’ll help you eat.” For the prisoner, that moment was more than just nourishment. It was the first time in years someone treated him not as a number, but as a human being—a brother.

Survivors of Dachau carried memories like this with them for the rest of their lives. They spoke often of how a simple act of compassion—food given slowly, words spoken gently—meant just as much as the liberation itself.

This moment reminds us: history is not only written in great speeches or battles but also in the quiet acts of humanity where one person chooses compassion in the face of cruelty.

12/09/2025

A few years ago, I found myself on the streets, homeless, with nothing but my guitar and my dreams. But life had something in store for me that day—I crossed paths with a cat. He wasn’t like the others; he had this soft, deep gaze, almost human. At first, he followed me timidly, but little by little, he became my faithful companion. From that day on, he never left my side, and I’m sure he felt the same connection I did.

We lived together on the streets, sharing our meals, our moments of solitude, and our hopes.

Over time, music became our common language. When I played the guitar, he was there, sitting at my feet, listening as if he understood every note. Sometimes, he would start meowing, as if he were singing along with me. It was a silent communion between us. Passersby often looked at us with a smile, as if, together, we brought a little light to this gray world.

One day, someone approached me with a kind smile and said they had noticed my cat and me on the streets for a few days. They offered to help us. From that moment on, we had a roof over our heads, warmth, and, most importantly, the certainty that we would never be alone again. My cat and I found a family, a place where we could finally be ourselves without fear.

Every day, I look at him and think that without him, I might not be here anymore. He saved me in ways I never imagined. He is my friend, my support, my brother. And I know that wherever I go, he will always be there, by my side, accompanying me through every step of my life

11/09/2025

"Remember this Kenyan runner Abel Mutai who was just a few feet from the finish line, but became confused with the signage and stopped, thinking he had completed the race. A Spanish runner, Ivan Fernandez, was right behind him and, realizing what was happening, started shouting at the Kenyan to continue running. Mutai didn't know Spanish and didn't understand. Realizing what was taking place, Fernandez pushed Mutai to victory.
A journalist asked Ivan, "Why did you do that?" Ivan replied, "My dream is that someday we can have a kind of community life where we push and help each other to win."
The journalist insisted, "But why did you let the Kenyan win?" Ivan replied, "I didn't let him win, he was going to win. The race was his." The journalist insisted again, "But you could have won!" Ivan looked at him and replied, "But what would be the merit of my victory? What would be the honor in that medal? What would my mother think of that?"
Values are passed on from generation to generation. What values are we teaching our children? Let us not teach our kids the wrong ways and means to win. Instead, let us pass on the beauty and humanity of a helping hand. Because honesty and ethics are winning!"
Credit Goes To The Respective Owner

11/09/2025

Great advice from Liam Neeson!
"They say the hardest thing in the world is losing someone you love. Someone you grew old with and watched grow everyday. Someone who showed you how to love. It's the worst thing to ever happen to anyone. My wife died unexpectedly. She brought me so much joy. She was my everything. Those 16 years of being her husband taught me how to love unconditionally. We have to stop and be thankful for our spouses. Because, life is very short. Spend time with your spouses. Treat them well. Because, one day, when you look up from your phone, they won't be there anymore. What I truly learned most of all is, live and love everyday like it's your last. Because, one day, it will be. Take chances and go live life. Tell the ones you love, that you love them everyday. Don't take any moment for granted. Life is worth living.

10/09/2025

It’s a story that feels both astonishing and deeply relatable. In 1959, a woman named Arlene Pieper Stine did something extraordinary, almost on a whim. She was a 29-year-old mother living in Colorado, and she’d taken up running to get in shape. Not for glory, not to break barriers, but for herself. That simple, personal motivation led her to the starting line of what was then, and still is now, one of the most grueling races imaginable: the Pikes Peak Marathon.

The course goes from the streets of Manitou Springs straight up to the 14,115-foot summit of Pikes Peak, and then all the way back down. The air gets thin, the terrain is brutal, and it’s a test of sheer will for anyone who attempts it. And there was Arlene, running alongside the men, with no real precedent for what she was about to do. There was no fanfare, no special category for her. She was just a woman, running.

And she finished. She crossed that finish line, her daughter waiting for her, having accomplished this incredible physical feat. Then, she simply went home. She went back to her life, to raising her family, to her work as a physical therapist. The race became a wonderful memory, a story to tell now and then about that time she ran up a mountain. But what she never knew, for over fifty years, was that she had quietly, and without any intention, made history. She was the first woman ever officially recorded as finishing a marathon in the United States.

Can you even imagine? To hold a piece of history within you, a secret even to yourself, for half a century? It’s a thought that’s both thrilling and humbling. She wasn’t running for a place in the record books; she was running for the pure, personal challenge of it. There’s a profound beauty in that. Her achievement wasn’t about beating others; it was about answering a call to see what her own body and spirit could do.

It wasn’t until 2009 that a historian, digging through old race results, discovered the truth and tracked her down. After fifty years, Arlene learned that her personal triumph was also a landmark moment for women in sports.

09/09/2025

In the 1850s, a young Black woman named Mary Ellen Pleasant swept floors and poured tea in the grand mansions of San Francisco. To her employers, she was invisible. But she was listening.

As wealthy men whispered about stocks, banks, and property deals, Pleasant quietly absorbed every detail. Then she started investing for herself.

She bought laundries, boarding houses, restaurants, dairies—even shares in banks. When laws or prejudice tried to block her way, she worked through her white business partner, Thomas Bell, who held many investments in his name.

By the end of the Gold Rush, Mary Ellen Pleasant had turned overheard secrets into impressive wealth. In today’s money, her fortune would be worth over $30 million.

But she wasn’t just building wealth. She was building change.

She secretly funded the Underground Railroad. She supported John Brown’s raid on Harpers Ferry. She fought—and won—a lawsuit to desegregate San Francisco’s streetcars.

Her power made people uneasy. Newspapers smeared her. Rumors labeled her a “voodoo queen” or “dangerous radical.” But Pleasant never wavered.

“I’d rather be a co**se than a coward,” she declared. And she lived by those words.

Mary Ellen Pleasant turned silence into strategy—and used her fortune to fight for freedom. A woman erased from textbooks, but etched forever in history.

09/09/2025

When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school with no food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches—apples, cookies, sandwiches—I sat pretending I wasn’t hungry. I buried my face in a book, hiding the sound of my empty stomach. Inside, it hurt more than I can explain.
Then, one day, a girl noticed. Quietly, without making a fuss, she offered me half her lunch. I was embarrassed, but I accepted. The next day, she did it again. And again. Sometimes it was a roll, sometimes an apple, sometimes a piece of cake her mother baked. To me, it was a miracle. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen.
Then one day, she was gone. Her family moved, and she never came back. Every day at recess, I’d glance at the door, hoping she would walk in and sit beside me with her smile and her sandwich. But she never did.
Still, I carried her kindness with me. It became part of who I was.
Years passed. I grew up. I thought of her often, but life went on.
Then, just yesterday, something happened that froze me in place. My young daughter came home from school and said:
“Dad, can you pack me two snacks tomorrow?”
“Two?” I asked. “You never finish one.”
She looked at me with the seriousness only a child can have:
“It’s for a boy in my class. He didn’t eat today. I gave him half of mine.”
I just stood there, goosebumps rising, time standing still. In her small act, I saw that girl from my childhood. The one who fed me when no one else noticed. Her kindness hadn’t disappeared—it had traveled through me, and now, through my daughter.
I stepped onto the balcony and looked at the sky, my eyes full of tears. All at once I felt my hunger, my shame, my gratitude, and my joy.
That girl may never remember me. She may not even know the difference she made. But I will never forget her. Because she taught me that even the smallest act of kindness can change a life.
And now, I know: as long as my daughter shares her bread with another child, kindness will live on.

09/09/2025

🐀LESSON FOR MANY🐀
A mouse, looking through a hole in the wall, sees the farmer and his wife open a package. He was terrified to see that it was a mousetrap. He ran to the patio to warn everyone.
-"There is a mousetrap at home!".
The chicken that was cackling and digging says: "excuse me, Mr. Mouse, I understand that it is a big problem for you, but it does not hurt me at all."
So, the rodent went to the lamb and he says the same thing: "Excuse me Mr. Mouse, but I don't think I can do more than ask for you in my prayers."
The mouse went to the cow and she said: "But am I in danger? I think not!" said the cow.
The mouse returned to the house, worried and dejected to face the farmer's mousetrap.
That night a great noise was heard like that of the mousetrap catching its victim, the woman ran to see what she had caught.
In the dark she did not see that the mousetrap caught the tail of a poisonous snake.
The speedy snake bit the woman, the farmer immediately took her to the hospital, she came back with a high fever.
The farmer to comfort her prepared a nutritious soup, grabbed the knife and went to find the main ingredient: the chicken; Since the woman did not get better, friends and neighbors went to visit them, the farmer killed the lamb to feed them, the woman did not get better and died.
And in the end, the husband sold the cow to the slaughterhouse to cover the funeral expenses.
The next time someone tells you about their problem and you think that it doesn't affect you because it's not yours and you don't pay attention to it, think twice, “he who doesn't live to serve, doesn't serve to live”.
The world is not going badly because of the wickedness of the bad, but because of the apathy of the good.
So when someone needs you for their problems, give them your hand or give them a word of encouragement.
May you never lack empathy!
Remember it very well, EMPATHY.
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