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I adopted this cat from another man. He called her “Puss-Puss". She's a miserable old thing. Couldnt hold her, or pet he...
10/06/2025

I adopted this cat from another man. He called her “Puss-Puss". She's a miserable old thing. Couldnt hold her, or pet her with out a painful scratch, a bit or hissing and growling. I felt that “puss-puss” isnt an appropriate name for her so i changed it to MaMa.
I began to buy the miserable old feline a better quality cat food. He was buying the cheapest dry food available her entire life. About six months after changing her diet. She waits for me at the door when I come home from work. She knows her name is Mama, she comes when called, she jumps in my lap and purrs looking for scratches.
Credit goes to Laura Karen_🥰🥰

"Over Xmas I went to Dough to meet up with some friends I've not seen for years, Pixie in tow. I'd told her already that...
10/06/2025

"Over Xmas I went to Dough to meet up with some friends I've not seen for years, Pixie in tow. I'd told her already that they do pizza in a Mickey Mouse shape so she was SUPER excited. As we sat down she asked our waiter (in the pics) for a Mickey Mouse pizza and some spicy juice (fizzy water) and some crayons please please please! I'm gossiping away with my buds and Pixie says, 'mummy, where's that beautiful man gone?' Her words not mine!
We all laughed and I told her he would be back soon with her pizza.
This dude walks to our table with Pixies pizza, crayons and spicy juice, her face lights up as he puts the pizza in front of her, until she realizes it needs to be cut up. 'Can you cut it up please?' She says, so I start cutting up her pizza...
'Mummy no! I want the beautiful man to do it!' So he does it even though I apologize and say he absolutely doesn't need to, he cuts up Pixies pizza into tiny pieces. He even cuts up the bigger bits when Pixie points out that they are not "pixie sized" enough, and checks with her that they are all ok before he goes. This guy came back to check on Pixie every 10 minutes. By this point he's not even our waiter anymore. The place is getting busy, yet he comes back just to tell her how brilliant her colouring is - perfect timing! (she's about to have a meltdown because she went over the lines...)
All this time my food is going cold, I've barely spoken to my friends whilst I've been picking up crayons and making sure she's eating all her perfectly sized pizza, low and behold over comes this hero who seemed to sense my hunger (perfect timing again!) and asks Pixie if she would like to eat with him at the next table. If she didn't already think he was wonderful enough, he then produces a bowl of ice cream and sits with her talking about her day while she gets ice cream EVERYWHERE. He laughs at her silly faces and doesn't once complain at the mess.
It might not seem like a lot, but that 10 minutes with my friends was heavenly. My food was still hot (ish!), no drinks got spilt which is a record, all toddler meltdowns were avoided, and most of all my little girl had the biggest smile on her face all night. So Thank you to the waiter at dough, for taking my 2 year old on her first date,
Thank you for letting a busy mum have her dinner in peace. Thank you for making sure my little one felt like a Princess, and Thank you for going above and beyond your job for a little girl who you've never met before. In this miserable time there are still people who make the world a better place, even if it's just for 10 minutes at a time."
Credit Katie Dee🥰🥰

"While driving down Spring Street in East Bridgewater, I noticed 12-15 full white trash bags lined up along both sides o...
10/06/2025

"While driving down Spring Street in East Bridgewater, I noticed 12-15 full white trash bags lined up along both sides of the road.
Eventually I noticed a young man, probably in his mid twenties, with his bucket in hand, picking up trash.
I slowly drove past him, but only for a half mile, as I was eventually compelled to turn my car around and ask him, 'Whatcha doing?' He smiled at me with kind eyes and said, 'picking up the trash.'
'Just because you want to?' I said.
'Well I live right around the corner, I like to fish in this area and there's trash everywhere. There are no houses on this section of the road, so nobody cleans it up.'
I told him how great I thought he was for spending his own money on trash bags and his entire Saturday afternoon cleaning up our neighborhood, as I only live about a mile away.
I told him I couldnt wait to tell my Daisy girl scout troop about him and the good work he was doing. I thanked him again, asked for his name and for permission to take his picture, and then said goodbye.
His name is Scott Quimby, and he lives in East Bridgewater. He was not doing community service, he simply cared enough to do something about the litter that lines our streets and neighborhoods. With Earth Day right aound the corner, let's keep Scott's story with us.
Next time you see a peice of trash on the road, pick it up. Let the last cigarette butt you threw out the car window, be the last. If you don't take the time to recycle, reconsider. Encourage the company you work for to do the same."
Credit Kathleen Lynch

CARROTS, EGGS, AND COFFEE.A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee. You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way aga...
09/06/2025

CARROTS, EGGS, AND COFFEE.
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee. You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each pot on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil.
In the first she placed some carrots, in the second she placed some eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked,
"Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked,
"What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity. Boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?"
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you when the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level?
How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
May we all be COFFEE!
Credit - original owner ( respect 🫡)

A COUPLE went to breakfast at a restaurant where the “seniors' special” was two Eggs, Bacon, Hash Browns, and Toast for ...
09/06/2025

A COUPLE went to breakfast at a restaurant where the “seniors' special” was two Eggs, Bacon, Hash Browns, and Toast for $2.99.
“Sounds good,” the wife said…“but I don't want the eggs..”
“Then, I'll have to charge you $3.49 because you're ordering a la carte,”…the waiter warned her.
“You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?”…the wife asked incredulously.
“YES!”… stated the waiter.
“I'll take the special then,”…the wife said..
“Great…how do you want your eggs?“…the waiter asked.
“Raw and in the shell,”…the wife replied.
She took the two eggs home and baked a cake.
DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!!
WE'VE been around the block more than once!…
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**Two Mothers Remembered**I had two mothers – two mothers I claim,  Two different people, yet with the same name.  Two s...
09/06/2025

**Two Mothers Remembered**
I had two mothers – two mothers I claim,
Two different people, yet with the same name.
Two separate women, diverse by design,
But I loved them both because they were mine.
The first was the mother who carried me here,
Gave birth, nurtured me, and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear,
Complete with the facial expressions I wear.
She gave her love, which follows me yet,
Along with examples in life that she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew,
And we’d laugh as just mothers and daughters do.
But then came the time that her mind clouded so,
And I sensed that the mother I knew would soon go.
So quickly she changed and turned into the other,
A stranger dressed in the clothes of my mother.
Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm's length,
But now she was the child, and I was her strength.
We’d come full circle, we women three,
My mother the first, the second, and me.
And if my own children should come to a day
When a new mother comes and the old goes away,
I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do.
Love both of your mothers as both have loved you. ❤
**Author: Joann Snow Duncanson**

My  dad gave me this advice a long time ago when I moved into my first  apartment. He even came out and changed the scre...
08/06/2025

My dad gave me this advice a long time ago when I moved into my first apartment. He even came out and changed the screws for me as soon as I moved in. Someone else recently posted about it and I thought I would share!
A good home security tip that you may have never thought about.... Most contractors install the plates with the supplied screws which are only a half inch long and come out with one kick by a burglar. He installed 4 inch screws in their place that go through the door frame and into the framing of the house. They can kick for a long time before they get tired! You can see in the picture the screw in his hand is the screw supplied with the door hardware. Making a burglar make a bunch of noise and be foiled in their initial plan can not only give you time to arm yourself but they will most likely move on to an easier target.
Mariana Harrison
DFW, TX REALTOR

"To the usher at the Cardinals game who spent two innings finding my son a bottle of milk:When I asked you if you knew w...
08/06/2025

"To the usher at the Cardinals game who spent two innings finding my son a bottle of milk:
When I asked you if you knew where I could find milk for my son, at Busch Stadium on a sweltering summer evening, I expected you to tell me I was out of luck, or at best offer a vague suggestion.
Instead, you took us several sections over into the Redbird Club even though our tickets didn’t grant us access, because you knew it housed a bakery – but they were out of milk. Instead of giving up, you took us three levels down to a store on the main concourse, where we once again struck out – which you know, because you stayed and helped us look. So you led us halfway around the stadium to a donut stand, where we at last found what we were looking for. While I paid for it you grabbed us the straw my son was asking for, along with some napkins for good measure. And then you went back with us, halfway around the stadium and up three levels and back through the Redbird Club and over several sections, to make sure we didn’t get lost on our way back, because we’d had to travel so very far to find that bottle of milk. It took two innings, but you made sure my son was happy.
You did all this not knowing why that milk was important to us. You may have thought my son was spoiled, or that I was a pushover unwilling to say no to her three year old. If you thought that, you didn’t show it. You were wonderful.
What you didn’t know is that beneath my son’s Yadi t-shirt there’s a central line and a feeding tube. You didn’t know that the unusual form and function of his little body mean that he dehydrates easily, but also that drinking too much water could ultimately land us in the hospital, and for whatever reason, against most logic, right now milk is the thing he tolerates best.
You didn’t know that for the better part of the last three years it’s been incredibly hard for us to go places on a whim, or that in recent months we’ve vowed not to let his medical needs stop us from doing things, and so taking up our friends on these last-minute Cardinals tickets was a small triumph for us. You didn’t know that we might be facing another big surgery soon that could keep us mostly quarantined to our own house for weeks or months; or that I’d forgotten to grab his milk because I’d received an unexpected and lengthy phone call from his doctor as we were packing up our ballgame bag and had been distracted by talking through the laundry list of changes she wanted us to make in a last-ditch effort to avoid that surgery.
You didn’t know those things. You just saw a boy who wanted some milk, and you were kind to him. And I can’t thank you enough."
Credit This Gutsy Life

As I was pulling into work, I was following this car. The sign in the back window says, “Learning stick sorry for any de...
08/06/2025

As I was pulling into work, I was following this car. The sign in the back window says, “Learning stick sorry for any delay.”
Knowing this information, I was very patient with their slow shifting, and honestly they were doing pretty well for still learning. Then I asked myself a tough question: Would I have been just as patient if the sign hadn’t been there? I can almost definitely say no.
We don’t know what someone is going through. We don’t wear signs that illustrate our personal struggles. You don’t see signs taped to people’s shirts that say, “Going through a divorce”, or “Lost a child”, or “Feeling depressed”, or “Diagnosed with cancer”.
If we could read visually what those around us are going through we would definitely be nicer. But we shouldn’t have to see signs and have reasons to treat strangers with kindness. We should do it anyway, whether we know what is going on or not. Whether they deserve it or not.
Let’s give everyone an extra dose of patience, kindness, and love. And have a Happy and Healthy New Year.
Credit - Carri solomon ( respect 🫡)🥰🥰

The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number. Why...
08/06/2025

The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That's an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Well, because that's the way they built them in England, and English engineers designed the first US railroads. Why did the English build them like that? Because the first rail lines were built by the same people who built the wagon tramways, and that's the gauge they used. So, why did 'they' use that gauge then? Because the people who built the tramways used the same jigs and tools that they had used for building wagons, which used that same wheel spacing. Why did the wagons have that particular odd wheel spacing? Well, if they tried to use any other spacing, the wagon wheels would break more often on some of the old, long distance roads in England . You see, that's the spacing of the wheel ruts. So who built those old rutted roads? Imperial Rome built the first long distance roads in Europe (including England ) for their legions. Those roads have been used ever since. And what about the ruts in the roads? Roman war chariots formed the initial ruts, which everyone else had to match or run the risk of destroying their wagon wheels. Since the chariots were made for Imperial Rome , they were all alike in the matter of wheel spacing. Therefore the United States standard railroad gauge of 4 feet, 8.5 inches is derived from the original specifications for an Imperial Roman war chariot. Bureaucracies live forever. So the next time you are handed a specification/procedure/process and wonder 'What horse's a*s came up with this?', you may be exactly right. Imperial Roman army chariots were made just wide enough to accommodate the rear ends of two war horses. (Two horses' as*es.)  Now, the twist to the story: When you see a Space Shuttle sitting on its launch pad, there are two big booster rockets attached to the sides of the main fuel tank. These are solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. The SRBs are made by Thiokol at their factory in Utah . The engineers who designed the SRBs would have preferred to make them a bit fatter, but the SRBs had to be shipped by train from the factory to the launch site. The railroad line from the factory happens to run through a tunnel in the mountains, and the SRBs had to fit through that tunnel. The tunnel is slightly wider than the railroad track, and the railroad track, as you now know, is about as wide as two horses' behinds. So, a major Space Shuttle design feature, of what is arguably the world's most advanced transportation system, was determined over two thousand years ago by the width of a horse's a*s. And you thought being a horse's a*s wasn't important? Ancient horse's as*es control almost everything.
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He didn’t just study the science. He became the experiment. When Australian pathologist Professor Richard Scolyer was di...
08/06/2025

He didn’t just study the science. He became the experiment.
When Australian pathologist Professor Richard Scolyer was diagnosed with glioblastoma one of the deadliest brain cancers the prognosis was grim. But instead of giving up, he did something extraordinary.
He turned to his life’s work for help.
Using the very immunotherapy research he’d pioneered for melanoma, Richard became the first person to apply it to his own brain cancer. It was a bold, untested move one rooted in hope, science, and courage.
And it worked.
For nearly two years, his cancer stayed in remission a near-miracle for such an aggressive disease.
Though the cancer has now returned, Richard’s story is far from over. His breakthrough has already sparked new clinical trials, new possibilities, and new hope for patients facing the same diagnosis.
Sometimes, the greatest progress begins with the most personal fight.
Let’s honor the heroes who don’t just study medicine they live it.
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners🥰🥰

Tonight, we went out to eat at Cracker Barrel.As we were almost finished, we noticed an elderly woman sitting all alone,...
08/06/2025

Tonight, we went out to eat at Cracker Barrel.
As we were almost finished, we noticed an elderly woman sitting all alone, drinking a milk and waiting for her meal. A million thoughts went through my mind. She looked so very lonely…Is she widowed? Where is her family? Why is she at a restaurant at almost 8 p.m. (which is stereotypically like midnight in old people time).
Also seated next to us were three big, burly, middle-aged, blue collar, hardworking, hungry men. I asked Tom if we should buy her dinner or if we should go sit with her...then one of our boys did/said something which momentarily distracted us but when we looked back up, these big burly guys were moving the frail elderly woman to their table. We continued to watch them interact. The woman was smiling from ear to ear, her face all lit up and she was just a-talking like she hadn’t talked to another human in a very long time. I seriously was choked up, as was Tom. As we left, we left them some money for their meal and Tom thanked them for restoring our faith in humanity...I snapped a picture but really, I will forever remember this moment.”
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