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Cafsa Guerra, 2717 Martin Luther King Jr Boulevard, Dallas, TX (2025)

11/04/2025

Brad Paisley and Kimberly Williams-Paisley have been together for more than 20 years. They chose a beautiful way to teach their kids about giving back in life. The couple opened a special shop called The Store in Nashville. It is a free referral grocery store that also provides health and legal aid to those with food insecurity. They also offer free music therapy for anyone dealing with the stress of limited resources.
The Store's purpose was to avoid giving handouts and let people choose the food they wanted for their families with dignity. "It was transformative for us bringing the kids in and letting them see that, letting them normalize and sort of erasing the margins, so there's no difference between you and me. We're all kind of in this community together," admitted Kimberly.
The Store has helped many families in Nashville; Kimberly and Brad also gave credit to the community for helping make it possible. Since The Store was opened, they have had more than 350 volunteers and delivered over 1.3 million free meals to the community.
People like these are the ones who hold up the world and teach their children great lessons. We're sending prayers up for them
Credit to the respective owner ~
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11/04/2025

"About 7:30 this morning a woman came into Home Depot absolutely bawling her eyes out. One of my co-workers brought her back to where a few of us were having a small conversation.

The woman explained that she was looking for some form of crate or box. Confused, we asked what for. She went on to explain that her thirteen year old golden lab had been suffering all weekend and her and her husband finally made the decision to take the pup in to be put down. She said that the dog was a son to them and was actually the best man at their wedding. The Lumber supervisor spoke up and said that while we didn’t necessarily have anything worthy enough to bury a dog in, she would be willing to donate the materials and labor to build a casket for her dog. Almost immediately the woman broke down even more in gratitude.

Three of us began brainstorming a way to design a crate suitable for a puppy burial. About two hours later, with the help of about four others and the blessing of our store managers, we had a fully finished puppy casket. All of us realized this wasn’t about the price of the materials or the lost on-the-clock productivity. This is simply about doing the right thing and helping somebody get through an extremely difficult time. Seeing the tears of closure on the face of the woman after showing her this puppy casket made the whole thing worth it and then some."
Credit to the rightful owner

11/04/2025

"My son's teacher sent me this picture of him and his two best friends walking together after P.E. Both of his friends are nonverbal, but that doesn’t stop him from making connections with them.

Regardless of weight, shape, hair, clothes, skin color, physical or intellectual disabilities, sexuality, religion, education, etc., children come to this earth open-minded and have nothing but love and light to offer.

They are so authentically connected to themselves and the divine power we are inherently gifted with. It’s our job to make sure as they grow up they stay this way.

Love is not to love one another in spite of our differences, it is to love one another INCLUSIVE OF OUR DIFFERENCES."

Credit to the respective owner

11/04/2025

Dear stranger next to us at the rodeo,
When my son came up to you and grabbed your arm, you didn't know he used to be terrified of people. When he talked to you about the bulls, you didn't know he was diagnosed with a language disorder. When he jumped in your lap and laughed as you tickled him, you didn't know he had a sensory processing disorder. You also didn't know as his mother, I sat in my seat, with tears running down my face, sneaking this photo. When we adopted him a few short months ago, we didn't know how long it would take for him to laugh, play and engage others like this. You didn't know any of this, but you took time to connect with a child who has had to fight to learn to connect. My heart is full. Thank you.

Credit: Charity Stewart Robinson

11/04/2025

The other evening, I was grocery shopping at my local supermarket around 6:30 PM when an older man suddenly turned the corner into the pasta aisle and placed his hands on my shoulders. Startled, my instinct was to feel anger and tell him not to touch me. But then I noticed—he was crying. His face was a picture of distress and confusion.
“Do you know where my wife is?” he asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been looking for her.”
I quickly responded that I didn’t know, but suggested he check with customer service. I assumed he had simply lost her among the aisles, a situation most of us could relate to. But I was wrong.
“Where is my wife? She was right here,” he said, tears streaming down his cheeks. I felt a pang of sympathy and gently suggested we walk to the customer service counter together. He nodded, visibly shaken.
At the counter, the attendant asked for a name. The man looked at me, bewildered, as if I held the key to his question. The attendant sighed, exasperated. “Miss, do you have THE NAME?”
I explained that I was a stranger and had no additional information. “Is this a joke?” she replied, her tone sharp. It became painfully clear that this man was not just confused—he was lost in a way that spoke of Alzheimer's. Having cared for my grandfather with the same condition, I recognized the signs all too well.
I led him to the food court, where we sat down. He was trembling, tears still falling. “Where is my love?” he asked, his voice breaking. My heart ached for him. I asked if he had a cell phone, but he wasn’t sure. I gently offered to check his pockets, and he nodded.
Carefully, I found a small flip phone and searched through his contacts. One name caught my eye: “Daughter Krissy.” I quickly dialed the number, and a woman answered almost immediately.
“Hello?” Her voice was frantic.
“I’m with an older man who I believe is your father,” I explained, trying to keep my own voice steady. “We’re at the supermarket on Lane Street. He’s very upset.”
“On my way,” she said urgently. “Can you make sure he

11/04/2025

"I just witnessed one of the most impressive things I've ever seen and would love to share the story with y'all and give credit where it's due. An elderly gentleman was trying to buy a few things at the Dollar general in Salisaw Oklahoma when his card was declined because he couldn't remember his PIN number. He tried a couple different times when another lady offered to help him again with no luck. That's when the cashier Jacob Wittman pulled his wallet out and told the lady to scan his card which ended up working without any problem. The old man wearing his veteran hat was obviously confused and asked the kid if he had just bought his stuff totaling right at $20. Jacob said 'Yes sir I did and you don't owe me a dime.' Now this kid obviously makes minimum wage or real close to it and probably didn't have the extra money to spare. I thanked him for what he had done, asked for his name and took his picture. Let's give this Good Samaritan the acknowledgement that he deserves. Everyone please share this to help recognize this fine young man."

Credits: Tim McKellar

11/04/2025

I was at the funeral of my dearest friend my mother. She finally had lost her long battle with cancer. The hurt was so intense; I found it hard to breathe at times. Always supportive, Mother clapped loudest at my school plays, held the box of tissues while listening to my first heartbreak, comforted me at my father's death, encouraged me in College, and prayed for me my entire life.

When my mother's illness was diagnosed, my sister had a new baby and my brother had recently married his childhood sweetheart, so it fell on me, the 27-year-old middle child without entanglements, to take care of her. I counted it an honor.

'What now, Lord?' I asked, sitting in church. My life stretched out before me as an empty abyss. My brother sat stoically with his face toward the cross while clutching his wife's hand. My sister sat slumped against her husband's shoulder, his arms around her as she cradled their child. All so deeply grieving, no one noticed I sat alone.

My place had been with our mother, preparing her meals, helping her walk, taking her to the doctor, seeing to her medication, reading the Bible together. Now she was with the Lord...My work was finished, and I was alone. I heard a door open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick footsteps hurried along the carpeted floor. An exasperated young man looked around briefly and then sat next to me. He folded his hands and placed them on his lap. His eyes were brimming with tears. He began to sniffle.

"I'm late," he explained, though no explanation was necessary.

After several eulogies, he leaned over and commented, "Why do they keep calling Mary by the name of Margaret?''

"Because, that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary, no one called her Mary,'" I whispered.

I wondered why this person couldn't have sat on the other side of the church. He interrupted my grieving with his tears and fidgeting. Who was this stranger anyway?

"Isn't this the Lutheran church?"

"No, the Lutheran church is across the street."

"Oh."

"I believe you're at

11/04/2025

Like most moms, I often find myself wondering if I’m doing enough for my children. During the holiday, my youngest, who is just three years old, made a new friend. As they were walking together, his friend stepped on a thorn. Without a second thought, my son rushed to help him remove it and then asked, “Where are your shoes?” The little boy replied that he didn’t have any.

Without hesitating, my son took off his own shoes and handed them over, saying, “Here, you can have mine.” He didn’t glance at me for approval or even seem to notice that I was nearby, watching the whole interaction unfold. In that moment, I fell in love with him all over again. Tears filled my eyes and my heart swelled with pride, knowing that despite my self-doubt, I’m doing something right. I’m raising a boy who will change the future with his kindness.

11/04/2025

"In the last week, I've had 6 police officers in my home because my son's meltdowns turned to rage.

With so much negativity shown toward law enforcement lately, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to show my appreciation for the empathy these officers had for my son.

They showed up not knowing much about autism but they listened and learned while they kept us all safe. They also asked A LOT of questions so they wouldn't do the wrong thing.

The meltdown today was because John wants to dress like Joe on Blues Clues but I can't find that same shirt anywhere.

After calming him down, the officers went and bought a blue shirt and with Jenn's fabric markers they attempted to create the shirt John wants.

That's what this pic is, 3 officers going above and beyond to help a severely autistic teenage boy!

Sadly, it didn't work, but the fact that they were willing to do this for my son made them heroes in my eyes."

Credits- Sherry Lynn Hillard

11/04/2025

My husband was going to burn his old gun cabinet. That wasn’t happening with me around. So I repurposed it into a quilt cabinet.

Edit: I can’t believe how many people like my little gun/quilt cabinet! It turned out really cute! Even though I didn’t like the paint when I originally put it on, so I started sanding it off! Then it looked kind of old and antiqued. So I just sanded few other places. This is what I ended up with. I actually have a few more quilts to add! Some times the simplest things turn out to be the best.
Credit to the original owner ~

11/04/2025

Just a feel-good story about a 32-year-old guy named Pat 😊

David Cameron helped take his 17-year-old son Dylan truck shopping after getting his license last week. Dylan asked his dad if they could go look at a $1500 '99 Chevy truck and his dad agreed. The drive was pretty far and when they finally got there, David was not expecting much, but the truck ended up being a great fit and Dylan went to make an offer:

Dylan: "Looks good, what’s your bottom dollar?"

Pat: "Is this your first truck?"

Dylan: "Yes, and this one is perfect!"

Pat: Tosses Dylan the keys, and says, take it, my gift to you. My dad gave it to me, and I’d like to give it to you.

What a great guy - Pat has got a lot of good karma headed his way!

Credit to the rightful owner ~

11/03/2025

I feel sad and proud at the same time. I don't see no parents. No family. No nothing. This baby is just on the bus by himself. In his cap and gown....
We don't know the full story but just in case nobody else told him that they were proud of him today, I am.

Credit: Frenchie Davis

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