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Weird and Amazing Things, Democratic Republic of the (2025)

25/07/2025

In the middle of the city's hustle and bustle, where people walk past each other without noticing, a man stands out not for what he says, but for what he represents. He has no home, no wealth, and no certainty about what tomorrow will bring, but he possesses something far more valuable than all that: the unconditional love of his dogs. He lives on the streets, facing the unforgiving cold in winter and the scorching heat in summer. Despite the hardships, he never complains. He asks for nothing for himself, only for them. These dogs are his family, his reason to keep going.
Every morning, before the city awakens, he rises and gently strokes the backs of his companions who sleep by his side, trying to share the little warmth he has. He carefully adjusts the makeshift blankets he's created from scraps of fabric, making sure they are comfortable and protected. While he endures hunger and loneliness, his only concern is ensuring his friends don’t feel the same abandonment. He shares with them every crumb he receives, sacrificing his own food so they won't go hungry.
Some passersby look at him with curiosity, others with disdain. "If he can't take care of himself, how can he take care of these dogs?" they wonder. But they don't see what he does when no one is watching: how he checks their paws to make sure they’re not hurt, how he covers them with his body when it rains, how he speaks gently to them when they're scared. To him, these dogs are not a burden, but his reason for being. Each wag of their tails is a silent thank you, each loving gaze a promise they’ll never abandon him.
So, night after night, he keeps going, no matter the cold or the obstacles. Because to him, these dogs are not just animals, they are proof that true love cannot be bought, but is given unconditionally, with the soul, expecting nothing in return.
Credits: Animales asombrosos ( respect )

24/07/2025

"I’m not sure who this man is and I’m sure he just wanted to eat his meal in peace, but Brekken had other plans. We took all six kids to eat at Fernando's and all Brekken wanted was to eat with him. He was continuously crying and as I got up to take him to the car, this man asked to get him. Brekken instantly stopped crying and sat and ate chips and salsa and had conversation with him until he was ready to go.
Brekken was completely content and told him bye like he had known him his whole life. It’s the small things! So, if you know him, please tell him again I said thank you. He didn’t have to do what he did but completely made Brekken’s whole day. ❤️"
*Update: His name is Darius West.
Credit: Amy Wadford

23/07/2025

If you were born between 1930 and 1946, you belong to an incredibly rare group: only 1% of your generation is still alive today. At ages ranging from 77 to 93, your era is a unique time capsule in human history.
Here’s why:
You were born into hardship. Your generation climbed out of the Great Depression and bore witness to a world at war. You lived through ration books, saved tin foil, and reused everything—nothing was wasted.
You remember the milkman. Fresh milk was delivered to your door. Life was simpler and centered around the basics. Discipline came from both parents and teachers, with no room for excuses.
Your imagination was your playground. Without TVs, you played outside and created entire worlds in your mind from what you heard on the radio. The family gathered around the radio for news or entertainment.
Technology was in its infancy. Phones were communal, calculators were hand-cranked, and newspapers were the primary source of information. Typewriters, not computers, recorded thoughts.
Your childhood was secure. Post-WWII brought a bright future—no terrorism, no internet, no global warming debates. It was a golden era of optimism, innovation, and growth.
You are the last generation to live through a time when:
Black-and-white TVs were cutting-edge.
Highways weren’t motorways.
Shopping meant visiting downtown stores.
Polio was a feared disease.
While your parents worked hard to rebuild their lives, you grew up in a world of endless possibilities. You thrived in a time of peace, progress, and security that the world may never see again.
If you’re over 77 years old, take pride in having lived through these extraordinary times. You are one of the lucky 1% who can say, "I lived through the best of times."

19/07/2025

Checking out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman, that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic
bags weren't good for the environment.
The woman apologized and explained, "We didn't have this green thing back in my earlier days." The young clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations."
She was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day.
Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles, and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were truly recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day.
Grocery stores bagged our groceries in brown paper bags, which we reused for numerous things, The most memorable besides household garbage bags, was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our schoolbooks. This was to ensure that public property, (the books provided for our use by the school) was not defaced by our scribbling. Then we were able to personalize our books on the brown paper bags. But too bad we didn't do the green thing back then.
We walked upstairs because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day.
Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throwaway kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that young lady is right; we didn't have the
green thing back in our day.
Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us.
When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used wadded-up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of
buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades with a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest burger joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then?
Please forward this to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart-ass young person.

19/07/2025

A lot of you might remember that I adopted two kids from the foster care system back in 2008. When they first came to live with me, the social workers, doctors, and various special education professionals were pretty convinced that my kids "wouldn't amount to much." One teacher even called the adoption agency to express her concerns, saying that my "hopes and expectations" for them were just too high. Apparently, I was being unrealistic, thinking that these "feral children" could actually thrive.
All I wanted was for them to be the incredible humans I knew they could be and to live life to their fullest potential. I was told they would never speak in full sentences that anyone could understand, that Amber would always have a limp, and that Joe would never have the balance to run properly.
We put in so much effort, and I prayed endlessly. The guardian ad litem told me it was the second worst abuse case she had seen in her 25 years of work, saying they were "without hope." But guess what? My daughter is now in her second year of culinary school!
And Joe? Well, he spent the last month convincing my husband and me that he should join the high school track team, even though I was totally against it because of his challenges. He didn’t want to do the "Special Olympics track"—he wanted to feel "normal," even if just for a moment. So, we decided to let him join.
This is him running home from track practice all by himself, shouting, "Prove them wrong, go faster Joe!" It just goes to show that anything is possible if you believe. There will always be challenges, but each day you get to choose whether you'll let them win or if you'll prove everyone wrong.
Credit to the rightful owner~

18/07/2025

This is my dad setting up for my moms wedding. My parents have been divorced for 16 years and they still constantly help and support each other like this. They’ve done every Christmas morning together, traveled across the country, and attended countless competitions, games, and big life functions and events, for their children and grandchildren, together - talking and laughing the entire time. Just because you’re not happy together doesn’t mean you have to be unhappy apart too. Thanks for being the best example of love. It might not be typical....but it sure is impactful.
Credit goes to the respective owner

17/07/2025

I am at a loss for words. I woke up this morning fully expecting that today would be another busy, but completely normal day. 6 month old baby Charlotte had an appointment with an ophthalmologist this morning to determine what the cause of her crossed eyes is, an appointment that we scheduled two months ago. I got to the appointment with all three of my daughters in tow. After the doctor analyzed her eyes she sent us up to Primary Children’s hospital in Salt Lake City to get an ultrasound on her eyes because she saw some irregularities that she wanted to have checked out. I drove the half hour to get there, and Stuart left work early to meet me at the hospital and walked in right as the ultrasound was underway. I held baby Charlotte to me while turned away from the screen to allow the doctor to get the image. Stuart looked at the screen and said “whoa, that’s big”. And my heart dropped. They discovered a cancerous tumor behind her left eye and partially into her right eye called Retinoblastoma that is causing her not to be able to straighten her eyes out. I didn’t know what to think. A million questions and emotions poured through me as I tried to get a mental handle on the situation. I’m still trying. I’m still in shock. I still don’t know what to do or what to think. They discussed a need for an MRI to confirm the diagnosis and determine the full scope of the cancer and if it has spread to other parts of her little body. They discussed treatment options which include chemotherapy and surgery.
They explained to us that the team of experts for this particular condition is located in Phoenix and we will need to get there as quickly as possible to begin treatment. I still don’t feel like I have a grasp on the situation, and I don’t know what the short term and long term looks like for Charlotte, Stuart, my family or for myself. But I do know that the most important favor that I can ask from any of you is to send a sincere prayer to our Father in Heaven and ask him to

17/07/2025

This is Max, a joyful dog who was always by his family’s side until one morning when he vanished without a trace. Years went by, but his absence left a deep void in the hearts of those who loved him. There was no explanation, only the haunting silence of his disappearance. His owner, Caroline, never lost hope, clinging to the belief that one day, somewhere, Max would return.
The first few months were the most difficult. Every corner of the house carried reminders of Max—his scent, the softness of his ears, the warmth of his presence. Caroline searched tirelessly, distributing flyers, calling shelters, but all her efforts seemed futile. As time passed, hope began to dwindle. Though she had resigned herself to the possibility that he might never return, a small part of her still held onto the dream of reuniting with her beloved companion.
Then, one day, while volunteering at a shelter, Caroline heard about a stray dog found in a remote area. The dog was weak, malnourished, and in terrible condition. Something about the description struck a chord deep within her. A strange yet hopeful intuition took hold. Could it be Max, after all this time?
Without hesitation, she rushed to the shelter. When she arrived, she saw a frail dog with weary eyes and a body scarred by hardship. But there was a spark in his gaze, a look she could never forget. As she approached, the dog turned his head, and in that suspended moment, their eyes met. Caroline knew instantly—it was Max. Despite the years, despite all he had endured, he recognized her.
Max had been found wandering, weak and emaciated, his fur damaged and his spirit marked by fear and neglect. He had been abandoned, left to survive in a harsh world, but he had never given up. He had fought to stay alive, lost and alone, yet determined to keep going.
The moment Caroline held him in her arms again was nothing short of magical. Tears streamed down her face as she gently stroked him, whispering words of comfort. He was finally home. Max was no longer the fragile, lonely dog he had been. He was a survivor, strong and resilient, ready to reclaim the happiness he had lost.
Today, Max is back where he belongs, surrounded by love, care, and the warmth of family. Caroline has her best friend by her side once more, and together, they’ve picked up where they left off. Time has not diminished the bond they share; if anything, it has grown stronger. The pain of loss and the years of loneliness are now distant memories. Max is home, and this time, it’s forever.
Credit - Original owner

16/07/2025

A fisherman spotted her just east of the Faralon Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so badly off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her…. a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.
They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her. When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles. She then came back to each and every diver, one at a time, nudged them, and pushed gently, thanking them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.
The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.
May you be so fortunate to be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the things that are binding you.
And, may you always know the joy of giving and receiving gratitude 🙏

14/07/2025

WARNING FOR ALL MALES FROM ME when buying a security device for a loved one.
Last weekend I saw something at The Gun Show that sparked my interest. I was looking for a little something different for my wife Dana. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer.
The effects of the Taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse effect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs.
AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Dana what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat Leo looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Leo (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. He is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised.
Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a singlet with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Taser in another.
The directions said that:
a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant;
a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and
a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.
All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.
I'm sitting there alone, the cat looking on with his head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it.
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!! I AM CERTAIN I JUST MET JESUS!!!
I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both ni***es on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.
Note:
If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Taser,
one note of caution:
There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor!
A three second burst would be considered conservative!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape.
· My bent reading glasses were on the top of the TV.
· The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was.
· My triceps, right thigh and both ni***es were still twitching.
· My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.
· I had no control over the drooling.
· Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone.
· I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair.
I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!
PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it!

14/07/2025

Last night my son Jordan came into my room and said "Mom, let me tell you what happened to me today! I was at Walmart, went to leave, and my car battery was dead. So, I went back into the store and bought some jumper cables...
A man in a white truck was parked next to me. I asked if he could give me a jump. He said what I needed was a "new battery". I told the man that I can't afford a new battery right now that I have a 400.00 insurance bill due today. The man asked if I was a single parent because I had the baby with me and I told him "no, her mommy was at work"! The man told me to pull around to the auto dept. so I did, I thought he was going to get them to charge my battery. Walmart auto was real busy, so the man said to follow him to auto zone...
I followed him over to the auto zone. The man went inside the store, and talked to someone inside. He came out to my car and said someone would be out in a few minutes. He shook my hand, and drove off. A few minutes later, an employee came out with a brand new battery in his hands to put in my car"!
Jordan had tears in his eyes!
He said "mom, I didn't even know the man's name"!
To the gentleman driving a white truck, in North Augusta yesterday, that helped my son & granddaughter... Thank you!!
Credit: Kori Mills

11/07/2025

“The boy, obviously, being so small, became very upset. He was crying. He was sobbing. I asked the hospital staff if I can hold him to comfort him and soothe him a little bit to try to calm him down, to continue getting medical care, and they said that was fine.
So I picked him up. Minutes later, I was standing and he was asleep on my chest, and with all my body armor and my gun belt, became very heavy holding this small child. So that’s when I decided to sit down on the bed and make it easier for him and me.
I just knew this child needed somebody to be there for him,” the officer said. “It was just human instinct; humanity. The hospital staff was taking great care of him [but] he was sobbing and crying. I picked him up and within minutes, he was asleep on my chest.”

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