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The Truth, Philadelphia, Dayton, OH (2025)

10/26/2025

Boo is still alive. We cancelled his euthanasia. What has happened in the last 36 hours is beyond belief — I can only describe what we saw.

Thursday evening was heartbreaking. Boo had declined so much in just one day that we knew it was time to let him go. His eyes were dull, his fur was falling out, and he could barely eat — just resting his head in the bowl for tiny bites. He had suffered from severe diarrhea for weeks and had begun peeing outside his litter box. For 16 years, Boo was always by our side, but lately, he hid upstairs, unable to rest comfortably because of the pain from his cancer. For two months, he had also lost his hearing.

When we took him out for a final walk Thursday night, he stumbled, breathing heavily and grunting in pain. We had tried everything — every test, every medication — but nothing helped. We scheduled his euthanasia for Friday at 2 p.m.

At 11:30 that night, I locked Wellie in his pen as usual. Boo slept by the sofa, and I dozed off next to him. Around 4 a.m., I woke up to something unbelievable — Wellie was lying beside Boo in the living room. His pen was still locked tight, untouched. There was no way he could have escaped. My wife and I were speechless — somehow, Wellie had found a way to be with his best friend in his final hours.

We brought Boo upstairs and slept with him between us, holding him close through the night.

Friday morning, expecting the worst, we woke up dreading the day ahead. But then, something miraculous happened. Boo walked downstairs, used his litter box — for the first time in weeks, his stool was normal. He looked at us and waited for breakfast. He could hear again. He ate with enthusiasm, purred, and played like his old self.

We cancelled the appointment immediately. Boo was back. Within hours, he had transformed from dying to vibrant — as if life had returned to him.

Today, Boo is doing well. He’s eating, walking, and resting comfortably. We know this miracle may not last forever, but we’re deeply thankful for this extra time.

Wellie hasn’t left his side — cuddling, kissing, and circling him with joy. The love between them is beyond words. We don’t know how or why this happened, but we don’t need an explanation. We’ve seen a pet come back from the edge of death — and we feel truly blessed.

(Image Credit ~ Respective Owner)

10/26/2025

Meet Ocho. 🕷️💧
He’s a little spider who lives in my bathroom and likes to relax on my orchid plant.

Every day, I dip a Q-tip in water and place it near him—on the plant, behind the toilet, or on the vanity. Like clockwork, he comes over for a tiny drink. 😌🫧

Was my first thought to smash him or scream? Not at all.
He’s small, harmless, and honestly, he belongs here just as much as I do—maybe even more.

Spiders like Ocho have a purpose in nature, even if we don’t always see it.
We call them “pests,” but they’re part of the balance that keeps everything working.

So instead of fear, I chose kindness. 💛
It costs nothing but means everything—even to a little spider named Ocho.

Before you squash, spray, or scream, pause for a second.
Breathe. Think.
They’re not monsters; they’re just trying to live, too.

Kindness isn’t hard. It’s a choice we can make every day. 🌿

(Image Credit ~ Respective Owner)

10/26/2025

Yesterday, I bought my son, Adam, a new coat. With snow coming and his old one too small, he really needed it.

Today, he wore it to school for the first time. When I picked him up, his sister, Jozlynn, said, “That kid is wearing Adam’s coat.” I thought she meant they had the same one, so I didn’t think much about it.

Later, while bathing my youngest, Jozlynn told me again that Adam had given his coat away. When I asked him why, his answer melted my heart:

“My friend didn’t have a warm enough coat to go outside. I had my old one in my locker, so I gave it to him. I told him to keep it—I didn’t want him to be cold.”

Moments like this remind me that we must be doing something right as parents. I’m so proud of my kind little boy. He had just gotten that new coat the night before, but he still chose to help someone else stay warm. 💙💚💜💛

This isn’t about blame—it’s about celebrating the kindness our children show when we least expect it.

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10/26/2025

Last weekend, I went to a gun show looking for something unique for my wife, Dana. That’s when I spotted it — a tiny, pocket-sized 100,000-volt Taser.

The seller said it only gives a short shock — just enough time to run away safely. Sounded perfect! So, I bought it.

At home, I put in two AAA batteries and pressed the button. Nothing. Then I touched it to metal — ZAP! Blue sparks danced between the prongs. I was thrilled! (Still not sure how to explain the burn mark on Dana’s microwave though.)

Alone at home, wearing shorts and reading glasses, I wondered, how bad can it be with only two AAA batteries? My cat, Leo, was watching closely. I briefly thought about testing it on him — but he’s too sweet. So, I decided to test it on myself.

The instructions said:

1 second: disorients the target.

2 seconds: causes muscle spasms.

3 seconds: total loss of control.

“Piece of cake,” I thought. I touched the Taser to my thigh and pressed the button for one second.

Big mistake.
HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS ELECTRIC!

I swear I saw Jesus. My body launched off the chair like a ragdoll in a hurricane. The cat jumped onto a picture frame, screaming sounds I’d never heard before. I twitched, drooled, smoked, and possibly met every ancestor in my family tree.

When I came to:

My recliner was flipped eight feet away.

My glasses were on the TV.

My ni***es and thigh were twitching.

My hair smelled like it had been struck by lightning.

My underwear situation? Let’s not talk about it.

Important lesson:
There is no such thing as a “one-second” burst when you shock yourself. You won’t let go until the Taser knocks it out of your hand.

Now, Dana thinks the story is hilarious and keeps threatening me with the Taser whenever she wants a laugh.

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10/26/2025

I’m getting married in two months, and everyone — my bridal party, even my mother-in-law — keeps hinting that I should wear a more traditional white gown. She even offered to buy one for me.

But when I wear this dress — the one with colorful embroidery and tiny stitched birds — I feel something I’ve never felt before: like myself.

It’s not what people expect. It’s not traditional. Yet, when I look in the mirror, I see my grandmother’s garden — the one she cared for in her little village before she moved here. I remember her stories about celebrations filled with color, where every stitch had meaning, and love was expressed through bright reds, golds, and blues.

Wearing this dress makes me feel close to her — to my roots, my history, my identity.

I still hesitate sometimes. I know people will whisper. Some will say it’s “too different.” But isn’t a wedding dress meant to make you feel like your truest self? Isn’t love about choosing what feels right in your heart, even if others don’t understand?

Maybe peace doesn’t come from pleasing everyone.
Maybe peace is simply wearing the dress that makes your heart sing.

(Image Credit ~ Respective Owner)

10/26/2025

Today, while my crew and I were working on one of the properties, I heard a soft knock on the door. When I opened it, there stood Kayden with his bright, contagious smile.

The first thing he said was, “Can I hang out with you today? I like your shirt!”
I laughed and told him, “Sure, if your mom says it’s okay and how about I make you one too?”

He turned around quickly and shouted, “Yes please!” before running home to ask his mom. A few minutes later, he was back. We printed him a shirt and went to the local gas station for a slice of pizza and some chocolate milk.

I can proudly say — today was a great day.

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10/26/2025

Today was my little boy’s birthday.
He’s too young to know how hard life can be — too innocent to know that three days ago, I lost my job.

But a mother never gives up. I told myself, “It’s his birthday. He deserves to smile.”

I checked my wallet — just a few coins, barely enough for one small pastry. Still, I took him to a tiny restaurant. We shared one slice of cake. I used an old candle I had saved from last year.

When I lit it, his eyes shone bright. He laughed, clapped, and made a wish. He didn’t notice my tears — he only saw the candlelight and his mama smiling.

I work in a hotel. I’ve seen rich parties — balloons, gifts, laughter, tables full of food. That night, I quietly thought, “Why can’t my son have that too?”

Then something amazing happened. The manager came over with a waiter carrying plates of burgers, pastries, and a small parcel. He smiled and said, “Happy Birthday, young man.”

Everyone — the waiters, cooks, and guests — started singing. My son’s face glowed brighter than any candle.

Tears rolled down my cheeks — not from sadness, but from thankfulness. That night, I learned that kindness still exists.
Even when a mother has nothing, her love can turn a single pastry into a celebration.

Sometimes, the smallest birthday becomes the biggest blessing. ❤️

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10/25/2025

This image shows the endless love of a mother a love strong enough to melt even the hardest hearts.
A weak foal lies asleep, still under long-term treatment. Close by, its mother stands quietly, watching over her baby with unshakable care and love.

Is there fear in her eyes? No. Is it sadness? Not really. Her eyes are full of love deep, burning, and full of silent hope that her little one will recover.

She stretches her neck gently over the barrier to see her foal clearly. Her calm breath seems to join with her baby’s peace. She doesn’t cry or panic she just stays there, strong and still. That’s the quiet strength of a mother’s heart.

This moment is more than just a picture. It reminds us that motherhood and compassion go beyond human boundaries.

Does this mare’s silent love touch your heart? Remember it’s not words, but a mother’s actions that truly heal the world.

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10/25/2025

In Portland, Oregon, there’s a small café called Cozy Bean. During the day, it’s like any other coffee shop warm lights, soft music, and friendly faces sipping their drinks.

But when the doors close and the last customer leaves, something special happens. The owner quietly reopens the café not for people, but for stray dogs.

Since 2018, Cozy Bean has been a safe place for homeless dogs to rest at night. There are no signs or social media posts about it. The owner just does it, every single night.

He spreads old blankets and cushions on the floor and fills bowls with fresh water. One by one, the dogs wander in from the cold streets. Some are tired, some wet, some limping but here, they find warmth and peace.

No one forces them to stay. They just know they’re welcome. Some come often, others only once but all of them get a night of comfort.

The owner doesn’t want fame or reward. He just opens his door to those who have nowhere else to go. It’s a small act of kindness that speaks louder than words.

Sometimes, changing the world starts with something as simple as turning on a light and offering love to those who need it most.

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10/23/2025

Nan-in, a Japanese Zen master, once received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen. The master quietly poured tea for his guest. When the cup was full, he kept pouring until tea spilled onto the table, onto the floor, and finally onto the professor’s robes.
“Stop! It’s full! No more will go in!” the professor cried.
“Like this cup,” said Nan-in, “you are full of your own opinions and assumptions. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”
The professor sat silently, realizing that knowledge without humility is blindness.

10/22/2025

Charles Wilber, who grew up in Alabama, became famous for his amazing success in growing tomatoes. Coming from a farming family, he broke world records for both the number of tomatoes grown on a single plant and for growing the tallest tomato plant ever recorded.

His achievements weren’t just because of good weather or rich soil. They came from his careful attention, creative growing methods, and deep knowledge of how plants grow.

One of his tomato plants grew over 28 feet tall, leaving even experienced gardeners amazed. Another plant produced more than 1,300 tomatoes, showing just how healthy and productive his plants were.

Wilber believed in organic farming. He used compost and natural ways to control pests instead of chemicals, helping his plants grow strong and healthy.

(Credit ~ Respective Owner)

10/22/2025

The Birkenhead Tunnel has been closed, and the speed limit will be lowered to 25 mph for the foreseeable future.

Recently, over 200 dead crows were found near the tunnel entrance. At first, people worried they might have died from bird flu. But after a pathologist examined them, it was confirmed that bird flu was not the cause. Instead, the birds had been killed by being hit by vehicles.

Further investigation showed paint marks on the crows’ beaks and claws. From these paint traces, experts found that 98% of the crows were hit by trucks, and only 2% by cars.

To understand why, the agency brought in a bird behavior expert. They found that when crows eat animals killed on the road, one bird always acts as a lookout to warn the others of danger. Unfortunately, the lookout crows could call out “Cah” to warn about cars—but none of them could say “Lorry.”

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