Dax Calhoun

06/23/2025

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"I am a white woman and although I did not give birth to this man, he is my son. He has been my son for 14 years. I love him like I birthed him.
My biological children grew up with him as their brother. He lived in my house. I would trust him with my life and he would trust me with his.
I have watched him been treated unfairly... because of the color of his skin. I have seen him be falsely accused... because of the color of his skin.
I will stand for him. I will fight for him. I will protect him to the best of my ablity, and if I'm honest... I would want to hurt anyone who tried to hurt him.
I will never know what it is like to have brown or black skin but I do know what it is like to be a white woman who loves someone fiercely who has brown or black skin. And I know what it is like to pray every day that it will not be his last."
- Kimberley Brown 🥰🥰

06/21/2025

05/27/2025

"A week ago I saw a post on Facebook from a young boy in my town: 'Hi I'm an autistic 19-year-old living on my own and my bike was stolen opposite the Mcdonalds by highstreet. My Grandma got me this bike for Christmas. I have been feeling really down about this as there aren't many things I enjoy in life. My bike is one of those things; thank you to anyone that may be able to help I really do appreciate any information.'
I shared it on Facebook and Twitter but suspected deep down that the chance of him getting his bike back were slim. I had had my own one stolen a few months ago and now the weather was nicer I had been thinking about replacing it. I set myself a budget and had started researching what kind of bike to get.
Credit to the rightful owner~
I went to bed that night so sad that someone would steal his bike that was so precious. I woke up wondering about a GoFundMe but thought it would take too long to do and I didn't want to waste any time. So I decided to use the money I'd set aside for my shiny new folding Carrera Hybrid and get him a new bike instead. Because life is short and kindness can be paid forward. I'm only HERE because of countless random acts of kindness, and I try to do what I can to repay them into the world. I can save up and get myself another bike, another day. AND I got an excellent cuddle and they're priceless.
I didn't just do this for Harvey. I did it for the people who donated to the food bank for me. I did it for the friend who bought SB some shoes when his rubbed sores onto his feet but I had no money for a new one. I did it because a stranger replaced my buggy when it was stolen off my doorstep. I did it for the friend who paid my rent instead of having work done on her house when I was under threat of eviction. I did it for the church who left 2 bags for life of food on my doorstep when I wrote Hunger Hurts. For the firefighter who left me a mini Christmas tree with decorations on my back porch a week before Christmas having clocked during a routine safety check that we had nothing at all. I did it for the friend that drove me to a party to have a good time when I was freezing and starving and hadn't seen anyone for days because I was hiding away. Kindness saved my life. Again and again. I have some to spare.
Do good things. Smile at people. Hug your kids. Phone your family. Check on your neighbours. Give your gloves to that freezing cold homeless person. Hold doors open. Ask the crying person if they are okay instead of looking awkward. Rebuild your communities by looking out for each other. Think of others. Connect. Respond. Love. In the end only kindness matters."

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