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We each spent over 10 years trapped in addiction. Our drugs of choice were different. Our worlds were different—Kyra fro...
09/17/2025

We each spent over 10 years trapped in addiction. Our drugs of choice were different. Our worlds were different—Kyra from England, me from America. Different cultures, different upbringings. But when it came to addiction, our bottoms looked the same—depressed, lonely, and hopeless. Addiction broke us both.
The choices we made in active addiction hurt not only us but everyone around us. Today, in recovery, we make sure the opposite is true. We live in a way that brings hope, healing, and love to those we meet.
Now, we are healthy. We are happy. We are married. We are parents. We treat each other with love and respect. And all of this is possible because we are sober.
Recovery is beautiful. Connection is beautiful. Love is beautiful.
Credit goes to respective owner✍️

At Aldi today, a little girl walked up to me and handed me a small fuzzy ball. I asked her if she found it on the floor ...
09/17/2025

At Aldi today, a little girl walked up to me and handed me a small fuzzy ball. I asked her if she found it on the floor or if it was hers. She shook her head and said, “No, it’s yours!”
I told her, “Oh, I didn’t drop it.” She smiled and said, “I’m giving out warm fuzzies to everyone today to make their day better!”
Around the corner, her mom stood watching, smiling proudly.
I told the little girl, “Thank you—you made my heart feel warm.” She grinned from ear to ear.
Later, when I passed by her mom, I said, “You must be so proud.” ♥️
Credit: Josh Yurman

“My sister cooked an entire Thanksgiving dinner and packaged individual meals to share with people in need in our commun...
09/17/2025

“My sister cooked an entire Thanksgiving dinner and packaged individual meals to share with people in need in our community. I’m so proud of her kindness and heart. 🥰”
Source: Reddit/spacenerd-roadkill

His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt full of holes, old jeans, and no shoes. That was his look all throug...
09/16/2025

His name was Bill. He had wild hair, wore a T-shirt full of holes, old jeans, and no shoes. That was his look all through college. Brilliant and a little eccentric, Bill was also deeply thoughtful.
During his years at school, Bill became a Christian.
Across from the campus stood a very traditional, conservative church. The congregation wanted to reach out to students, but they weren’t sure how.
One Sunday, Bill decided to visit. He walked in just as the service was starting—barefoot, in his T-shirt and jeans, hair as wild as ever. He started down the crowded aisle, looking for a seat. There wasn’t one.
People shifted uncomfortably but said nothing. When Bill finally reached the front, he simply sat down cross-legged on the carpet. At a college fellowship, no one would have thought twice about it. But in that church, it had never happened before. The tension in the room grew heavy.
From the back, an elderly deacon began making his way toward Bill. He was in his eighties, dignified in his three-piece suit, walking carefully with a cane. The church grew silent except for the slow clicking of his steps. Everyone wondered how he would handle this. Surely, they thought, you couldn’t expect a man of his age and background to understand a barefoot college kid sitting on the floor.
It seemed to take forever for him to reach the front. When he finally did, he dropped his cane to the ground. With great effort, he lowered himself and sat down beside Bill, worshiping right there on the carpet so the young man wouldn’t be alone.
The church was overcome with emotion.
When the minister finally spoke, his voice was steady but full of meaning:
"What I’m about to preach, you may not remember. But what you’ve just seen—you will never forget."
Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read.
~Jude Seddon~

I am at a complete loss for words. I woke up this morning expecting a busy but ordinary day. Our 6-month-old baby, Charl...
09/16/2025

I am at a complete loss for words. I woke up this morning expecting a busy but ordinary day. Our 6-month-old baby, Charlotte, had an appointment with the ophthalmologist to check on her crossed eyes—an appointment we’d scheduled two months ago.
I took all three of my girls with me. After examining Charlotte, the doctor noticed some irregularities and sent us to Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake City for an eye ultrasound. I drove the half hour there, and Stuart left work early to meet us—he walked in just as the ultrasound began.
I held Charlotte close, facing away from the screen to give the doctor space. Stuart, watching, suddenly said, “Whoa, that’s big.” My heart sank.
The doctors discovered a cancerous tumor called Retinoblastoma behind her left eye, reaching partially into her right. It’s what has been causing her crossed eyes. Hearing this felt unreal. My mind raced with a million questions, emotions, and fears I still haven’t sorted through. I’m in shock.
The doctors explained the next steps: an MRI to confirm the diagnosis, check how far the cancer has spread, and then treatments—likely chemotherapy and surgery. They also told us that the team of specialists for this condition is located in Phoenix, and we’ll need to get there as quickly as possible.
Right now, I don’t know what the immediate or long-term future looks like—for Charlotte, for Stuart, for my family, or for me. What I do know is that I need help. The most important thing I can ask is this: please send a sincere prayer to our Father in Heaven for our sweet baby Charlotte.
Credit goes to respective owners

Be kind to the teenager behind the counter.The one ringing up your groceries, handing you your coffee, bagging your meal...
09/15/2025

Be kind to the teenager behind the counter.
The one ringing up your groceries, handing you your coffee, bagging your meal, or wiping down a table.
She might be sixteen. He might be seventeen. It could be their very first job—or maybe just their second week. They’re learning how to show up on time, greet people with respect, take responsibility, and handle tough moments with a smile.
They’re on their feet for hours, juggling customers, coworkers, and all the pressure that comes with being “at work.” They’re figuring out how to listen, how to work hard, and how to deal with the world as it is—all while still discovering who they are.
So please—be kind to the teen behind the counter.
You don’t know whose child that is.
You don’t know how proud someone feels of them.
You don’t know what kind of courage it took just to walk in and clock on today.
The truth is, they’re doing better than we often give them credit for.
Credit- Leslie Means

A mother’s touching note to the teenage boy who taught her daughter to skateboard has gone viral:“Dear teenage boy at th...
09/15/2025

A mother’s touching note to the teenage boy who taught her daughter to skateboard has gone viral:
“Dear teenage boy at the skate park,
You’re probably about 15 years old. I didn’t expect you to be very mature, and I certainly didn’t expect you to welcome a little girl onto your ramp.
What you didn’t know is that my daughter has been begging to skateboard for months. I even had to convince her it wasn’t just for boys. So when we walked up and saw the park filled with teen boys smoking and swearing, she instantly wanted to leave. Honestly, I did too. But I also didn’t want her to feel like she didn’t belong.
So when she said, ‘Mom, it’s full of older boys,’ I told her, ‘So what? They don’t own the skate park.’
She gave it a try, nervously going down the ramp while you and your friends zipped past her. She only had a few runs before you approached us. I braced myself, ready to defend her right to be there. But instead, you said: ‘Your feet are wrong. Can I help you?’
And then you spent nearly an hour showing her how to balance, how to steer, even helping her up when she fell. You told her to avoid the rails so she wouldn’t get hurt. She listened to you—a teenager—more than she ever listens to adults.
Your friends teased you, but you didn’t care. You chose kindness.
I want you to know how proud I am that you are part of my community. You gave my daughter confidence, pride, and the belief that she can do anything. And for that, I thank you.”
Photos courtesy of Jeanean Thomas

His name is Max.For years, he lived in a shelter—watching other dogs leave with their new families, never understanding ...
09/15/2025

His name is Max.
For years, he lived in a shelter—watching other dogs leave with their new families, never understanding why no one chose him. He waited quietly, almost resigned to the thought that maybe a real home would never come.
Then one day, everything changed. A gentle hand reached out, an affectionate glance met his eyes, and a door opened to a new life.
But after so many years behind cold bars and hard floors, Max struggles to believe he’s truly safe. He hesitates, looks around, and wonders if this is real. There’s hope in his eyes, but also deep uncertainty.
Now, when he rests his paws on my arm, it feels like he’s asking: “Are you sure I can stay? You’re not going to leave me too, are you?”
And I want so badly to tell him—Yes, Max. This is your home now. You’ll never be alone again. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally rest, knowing that tomorrow—and every tomorrow—you will still be loved.
Dogs like Max remind us that with love and patience, even the deepest wounds can heal.
Credit Jon Philius

A few weeks ago, on a cold, damp day, my husband Adam spent hours at my mom’s house cutting up a massive tree that had b...
09/02/2025

A few weeks ago, on a cold, damp day, my husband Adam spent hours at my mom’s house cutting up a massive tree that had been badly damaged in a storm. Since her home sits at a busy four-way intersection, plenty of people passing by could see the work. Several stopped to ask if they could have the wood once he finished.
Then one man stopped—not just to ask for the wood, but to offer his help in exchange. With days of backbreaking work ahead, Adam accepted.
The man introduced himself as Chris. He lived just up the road, knew everyone’s dogs in the neighborhood, and immediately asked to meet my mom’s Frenchies. To our surprise, the dogs—usually picky about people—absolutely adored him. Maybe it was the way he knelt down to their level, his big frame radiating joy as he greeted them.
Chris didn’t just help for an hour—he stayed for hours in the damp cold, sawing and splitting wood alongside Adam. Later, he even brought his wife, Jackie, to join in. That first day, they filled their truck with several loads of wood while keeping my mom and Adam laughing with their playful banter. At one point Chris split his pants, and Jackie jokingly rolled her eyes while everyone else cracked up.
When the day was over, sore and exhausted, my husband and mom both seemed a little lighter, a little brighter—simply because of the company they’d had.
Since then, I’ve watched Adam and Chris spend many more hours working side by side in the yard—sawing, splitting, lifting, hauling, and talking. A friendship has grown from those shared hours, one that Adam truly needed. He has very few local friends and no family nearby. Chris, now retired, had more time than he knew what to do with. Both men found joy in being useful, and my mom found herself blessed with unexpected help when she needed it most.
This past year has been brutal for my mother—filled with more loss and trauma than anyone should have to carry. The tree falling was just one more burden. And yet, that very disaster brought Chris and Jackie into our lives, with their goodwill, humor, and kindness.
Sometimes, our worst luck brings unexpected blessings. Chris will likely never realize how much his kindness lifted both my husband and my mom. To him, it may have just been about helping with some firewood. But really—it was never about the wood. It was about seeing someone with a task too big to manage, and choosing to step in.
I believe every act of kindness creates ripples. Maybe we can’t fix the whole world by being kind—but we can change the world for someone else. And when we do, who knows what good might follow.
Credit: Love What Matters

In early March, Jason Gasparik noticed a labrador wandering alone down the road and immediately knew the dog was lost. H...
09/02/2025

In early March, Jason Gasparik noticed a labrador wandering alone down the road and immediately knew the dog was lost. He gently caught and leashed the pup, determined to help it find its way back home.
Jason then spent hours outside with the dog, holding a hand-made sign that read: “Do you know this lost dog?” He hoped the right person would pass by and recognize their furry friend.
After more than three hours, a car finally slowed down. The moment the dog saw the man inside, it bolted straight to him—tail wagging, full of joy. The owner even had papers proving the dog, named Roxie, was his. But the reunion spoke for itself; anyone could see they belonged together.
Word of Jason’s kindness spread quickly on social media. Many people praised him for his compassion—and plenty of women admired his heroic gesture. As it happened, Jason had just come out of a relationship, so the timing couldn’t have been better.
This story is a reminder: it pays to be kind.
Photo courtesy: Twitter/
Credits goes to the respective author

🌸 Two months ago, I adopted this sweet girl. Her name was originally Vitória, but it didn’t feel quite right. So, I wrot...
08/29/2025

🌸 Two months ago, I adopted this sweet girl. Her name was originally Vitória, but it didn’t feel quite right. So, I wrote down three new names on pieces of paper, placed cookies on each, and let her decide. She chose Greta Maria. 💕
We don’t know her exact age—probably around 2. Her past was rough: she spent her life tied up, sleeping on concrete, never having a bath. She smelled so bad even fleas stayed away. She didn’t even know what sunshine felt like.
But today, Greta Maria is thriving. 🌞 Here’s a photo of her proud little smile after climbing onto the puff all by herself, finally soaking up the sun.
Credit: Jessica Costa

True StoryI had a blowout on the highway when a patrol officer pulled up. He got out, looked things over, and saw right ...
08/29/2025

True Story
I had a blowout on the highway when a patrol officer pulled up. He got out, looked things over, and saw right away that my jack wasn’t doing the job.
He went back to his car, grabbed his own jack, rigged it up, and said—word for word—“Watch my back, I got you.”
I was like… what? But then this man, in his clean uniform, dropped to his knees, laid flat on the pavement, and fixed my tire from start to finish.
When he stood up, he noticed I was a coach. We talked a bit, and it turned out he was an exercise phys major too—out of UNC. We stood there just a few feet from speeding cars, talking for five minutes that felt more like thirty.
That’s when I whispered to my wife to take a picture. Not because he wanted recognition—he didn’t. He never asked for thanks or a shout-out. He was simply doing what he probably does every day: serving others without hesitation.
I never got his name, and I didn’t need to. But when he said “watch my back,” I felt his heart.
This man—someone’s son, maybe a husband, maybe a father—showed me that there are still people out here quietly doing good, expecting nothing in return.
The lesson:
What you choose to expect in life often shapes what you receive. Expect goodness… and you just might get it. Or maybe even better.
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