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The Secret of Soul, Los Angeles, CA (2025)

08/19/2025

The young man you see here is named Kenneth Hallwhich, and he was at the tender age of seven when he collected all his worldly possessions and headed west to Fort Apache from Detroit in January of 1955. He had his clothes, a couple of toy guns, a toothbrush and hair brush, a teddy bear, a box of his favorite toys, and his bank book, which gave him access to a whole ten dollars and 50 cents.

He hopped on a bus headed from Detroit all the way to the mythical Fort Apache, but police stopped the bus to recover Kenneth before the bus left the city. He also had $65,000 in play money. He wasn’t running away from home – he just wanted to see the world.

Credit: Vintage Everyday

08/19/2025

A mother made a run to Walmart with her young son. While in the store, she turned around and he was gone. She looked all over for him, and was on the verge of becoming frantic when she walked to the front of the store and spotted him.

She was just getting ready to lay some scolding on him when she realized he was doing something very strange. He was kneeling at one of the benches just inside the store and he was praying. She could not understand why he was doing this. Then she looked above him at the huge poster he was facing. It had photos and descriptions of missing children, and it read: “Every second counts.”

So she took a photo of her son doing this and posted it on Facebook. It went viral in no time. And as it did, one Facebook commenter summed it up pretty well, writing: “Whether or not you believe in God really doesn’t matter. This was a child in Walmart who was thinking about others and doing the only thing he could to help. The world would be a better place if everyone followed his example.”

Photo courtesy: 89.5 KVNE

08/19/2025

I’ve got a funny little story to share! One evening, my fiancé and I were bringing groceries in, and the back of my Rav4 was open. After unloading everything, we shut the door and went inside for the night.

The next morning, as we got into the car, I heard a faint meow. I told Colin there was a kitten in the car, and he thought I was imagining things. But the moment he started the engine, a tiny blur of fur shot straight to the front seat.

The kitten was frantically trying to find a way out, so I rolled down all the windows. Colin—who’s 6’4”—literally jumped out of the car to give the little guy a better escape route, not even bothering to put the car in park first! The kitten bolted like lightning. We were both scratched up but ended up laughing hysterically because we must have looked completely insane.

Our apartment complex had lots of feral cats, but they were usually too fast and shy to catch. Eventually, we earned this little guy’s trust, got him to let us pet him, brought him inside, and took him to the vet. Now he’s the superstar of our household. We named him Smoogie.
Credit to the rightful owner~

08/18/2025

"I was working in Amarillo today, which is rare for me. I thought I would try some Long John Silvers for lunch. As I was sitting there, this gentleman came in and asked the lady at the register for a cup to put some water in. With a big smile she politely said yes and handed him a cup. He was standing there enjoying the air conditioning and his water when she came out with a huge plate of food. I try not to judge a book by its cover but, he looked like he had no money and was probably very hungry. He sat down and started eating.'I got up to refill my coke and told the kind lady just how cool that was and thank you. She said the manager gave her permission. I asked if I could snap a photo and told them thanks again. I've always loved Long John's and this was just the cherry on top. The manager said 'folks have been calling me Captain my whole life.'

So a huge "THANK YOU" to captain and the wonderful staff at the Ross location. You folks are a real class act and I will definitely be returning. I wish more places would do the same instead of tossing the food they don't sell in the garbage."

08/18/2025

"So yesterday Debbie Potter and I had a huge scare. She handed me her ring so she could put sun screen lotion on. I put it in her back pocket of her shorts and thought she heard me say I did. We went through our day at the beach and as we were leaving she asked me for her ring. I told her I put it in her shorts. It wasn't there. We took turns looking on the beach and couldn't find it. I took to Facebook groups as a Hail Mary. I posted on 10 different Long Island pages. There were so many people sharing our post, commenting and showing their compassion. A few people reached out to me with a metal detector. One guy, Mike Jandris commented that he was getting in his car and and would be there in 35 min. This blew my mind, this guy who has never met me or my wife is willing to help us find her ring, let alone drive out of his way to help. I met him down there and with in 5 min of us looking at the spot, he found it. He truly is a hero to me and my wife. I told him to please add me on Facebook because only a true friend would drive out of their way to help someone find a ring! Thank you again Mike!"

Credit Brandon Potter

Source: Nirfox Gentle Souls Gathering

08/18/2025

After my wife died of cancer, I drowned myself in alcohol. I drank like crazy, trying to numb the pain, not realizing I was slowly destroying myself. I lost my job, my sense of life, and most of all—I was losing my daughter.

She was only 12, but she saw me sinking deeper each day. One afternoon, as I was cleaning her room, I found something that froze my heart—a bottle of gin hidden under her bed. For a moment, my world collapsed. My little girl, at 12, had reached for the same poison I was drowning in.

I didn’t know how to face her. Should I yell? Should I cry? Should I ask her why? My hands shook as I sat in front of my wife’s picture, whispering, “What should I do?”

Instead of grabbing another drink, something inside me broke. I carried all my bottles to the sink and poured every drop away. The sound of liquor hitting the drain felt like chains breaking off my soul. I left one empty bottle by the door, almost as proof—to myself, to my daughter, to my late wife—that this chapter was ending.

When my daughter came home, she peeked into my room, probably terrified to see me passed out drunk again. But instead, she found me holding a cup of green tea. She stared in shock. “Dad… why green tea?” she asked.

I looked at her, my voice trembling, and said only four words: “I just quit alcohol.”

Before I could say anything more, she threw her arms around me and sobbed into my chest. She didn’t confess. She didn’t explain. She didn’t have to. That hug told me everything—she was scared, she was hurting, and she needed me more than ever.

The next morning, after she left for school, I stepped outside. Not far from the trash bin, I noticed that same gin bottle I had found under her bed. She had thrown it away.

That was when it hit me like lightning: children don’t always listen to what we say, but they always watch what we do. My daughter didn’t need lectures or shouting—she needed me to be the man I wanted her to grow up believing in.

From that day forward, I realized—if I wanted her to choose life, I had to live it first.

08/18/2025

"When 79-year-old George retired, he didn’t buy a golf club or a hammock. He hung a handmade sign in his garage window: “Broken things? Bring ’em here. No charge. Just tea and talk.”

His neighbors in the faded mill town of Maple Grove thought he’d lost it. “Who fixes stuff for free?” grumbled the barber. But George had a reason. His wife, Ruth, had spent decades repairing torn coats and cracked picture frames for anyone who knocked. “Waste is a habit,” she’d say. “Kindness is the cure.” She’d died the year before, and George’s hands itched to mend what she’d left behind.

The first visitor was 8-year-old Mia, dragging a plastic toy truck with a missing wheel. “Dad says we can’t afford a new one,” she mumbled. George rummaged through his toolbox, humming. An hour later, the truck rolled again—this time with a bottle cap for a wheel and a stripe of silver duct tape. “Now it’s custom ,” he winked. Mia left smiling, but her mother lingered. “Can you… fix a résumé?” she asked. “I’ve been stuck on the couch since the factory closed.”

By noon, George’s garage buzzed. A widow brought a shattered clock (“My husband wound it every Sunday”). A teen carried a leaky backpack. George fixed them all, but he didn’t work alone. Retired teachers proofread résumés. A former seamstress stitched torn backpacks. Even Mia returned, handing him a jar of jam: “Mom says thanks for the job interview.”

Then came the complaint.

“Unlicensed business,” snapped the city inspector. “You’re violating zoning laws.”

Maple Grove’s mayor, a man with a spreadsheet heart, demanded George shut down. The next morning, 40 townsfolk stood on George’s lawn, holding broken toasters, torn quilts, and protest signs: “Fix the law, not just stuff!” A local reporter filmed a segment: “Is kindness illegal?”

The mayor caved. Sort of.

“If you want to ‘fix’ things, do it downtown,” he said. “Rent the old firehouse. But no guarantees.”

The firehouse became a hive. Volunteers gutted it, painted it sunshine yellow, and dubbed it “Ruth’s Hub.” Plumbers taught plumbing. Teenagers learned to darn socks. A baker swapped muffins for repaired microwaves. The town’s waste dropped by 30%.

But the real magic? Conversations. A lonely widow fixed a lamp while a single dad patched a bike tire. They talked about Ruth. About loss. About hope.

Last week, George found a note in his mailbox. It was from Mia, now 16, interning at a robotics lab. “You taught me to see value in broken things. I’m building a solar-powered prosthetic arm. PS: The truck still runs!”

Today, 12 towns across the state have “Fix-It Hubs.” None charge money. All serve tea.

Funny, isn’t it? How a man with a screwdriver can rebuild a world."

Let this story reach more hearts...
Credit to the rightful owner~
Read more about the beautiful story- https://vfastories.com/94-year-old-grandpa-built-a-pool-for-neighborhood-kids-in-memory-of-late-wife/

08/17/2025

This is our youngest son, Caleb, who is currently 3 years old and will celebrate his 4th birthday in July. His father, a dedicated police officer, has been working nearly 14 consecutive days. The photograph was captured as he departed for work one morning, with Caleb watching his father's police car disappear from view. I am immensely proud of my husband, who selflessly risks his life for the safety of others. It is important for people to consider the loved ones waiting at home for these officers. Our three sons look up to him as their hero. We always hope for his safe return at the end of each shift. I could not be prouder of Jonathon and the numerous sacrifices he makes daily for our family, friends, and community.
Photo Credit: Tiffany Melissa

08/17/2025

"I went to the Chicago Bears game today. We spent $32 total on the train fares, $200 for our tickets, $7 for a hotdog, and $41 at Giordanos after the game. We paid that much money to come to spend a fun day in the city even though it was cold. I feel guilty. We have much more than what we need and we don't even have half of what most people have.
The high today was 30 degrees, so naturally I layered up in a lot of clothing. I wore Under Armor pants and an Under Armor long sleeve shirt along with 2 additional pairs of pants, 4 shirts, 2 sweatshirts, 3 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of gloves, a coat, a hat, a scarf, and my favorite new pair of winter boots.
While we were inside of Giordanos I was very warm so I took off everything except my pants, socks, boots, Under Armor Shirt, and hat. I tossed it all into a bag and when we left I carried that bag and put on my coat.
We had a short walk to the train station and as we were walking across the street I noticed a homeless woman crouched down trying to stay warm. The "walking" light appeared and Sean, me, and two of our friends hurried across the street to make sure we made it to the train on time so we wouldn't have to wait for the next one.
I got across the street and felt like I was going to throw up. I had passed countless amounts of homeless people all day but for some reason I was so drawn to this woman. I told my friends to please wait for just a moment and I tried to quickly get back across the street to talk with this mystery woman.
As I approached her, I saw that her cardboard sign said "I am in need of winter boots and winter clothing items." Immediately I knew that this was providential timing and that I was supposed to give her the winter boots straight off of my feet.
I felt a little bit crazy because I was just planning on walking back to the train in just my socks.
I asked her what size she wore and she said 8.5 (same as me). I asked her what size shirt she wore and she said medium (same as me).
YOU GUYS I HAD EVERYTHING IN THAT BAG THAT SHE NEEDED. Shirts, sweatshirts, gloves, scarves, etc.
The boots she was wearing were worn and were wet. Mine were warm and waterproof.
I handed her the bag of clothing and winter items that I had taken off at Giordanos, and my leftover pizza, and told her that I would like to give her my boots.
She stood up and cried. I sat down with her, untied my boots, and slid off the top layer of my fuzzy warm socks and handed them to her. She said they were the nicest shoes she's ever had.
We exchanged names and a few other words. We looked about the same age. We talked a lot. Not through words as much as just by looking at each other. She looked worn and tired when our eyes first met but by the time I left I could sense the warmth of her personality and the thankfulness in her heart.
I started to walk away and she said, "I don't want your feet to be cold, can I give you my "old" boots?"
She who had nothing, offered me these boots. HER boots. I wore them all the way home.
Her name was Amy and I just cannot stop thinking about her.
If you have the urge to do something kind for someone, I want to encourage you to do it."
Credit: Kelly McGuire

08/17/2025

"Don't normally do this but I had to. I snapped this picture for a reason. The older gentleman in this picture noticed the younger one reading a book. And just sat down and asked him questions about the book and what his next steps are as far as his education and future. Then he took his information and offered him mentorship and opportunities. Now these two men don't know one another at all. But I share this because this is what's missing. This is not shown by media. Black men holding each other down to better the next generation. THIS is what needs to be done! It was amazing for me to see this on my train ride into work. Might not mean much to some. But to those that see will see the bigger picture, this is for you. Remember, "Each one, Teach one." Have a blessed day."
Posted By Miguel Munnlyn~

08/17/2025

I have never ever in my life had a spiritual experience like a sign of some sort. we had to put my Neddy down last Friday and I have been a complete mess. I have been feeling so guilty and wondering if I made the wrong decision or made it too early. Last night I prayed to God for Ned to give me a sign that he was okay because I was so upset and worried that he was mad at me or thought I was punishing him.

Back story:
When I had Ned I would always take him to the Hunnington bank by my house and go through the drive thru and they would always send him milk bones. He would always sit in my lap because he knew the milk bones were coming and couldn’t wait.

Today’s story:
I went to a DIFFERENT Hunnington bank that was by my work. I have never brought Ned to this bank and none of the people there know about Ned. When I went through a lady who I had never met before was taking care of me. When she sent out my deposit she sent out a milk bone too. I was really confused and thought it was so weird she just sent me one out. I met my mom for coffee and told her and we talked a little about. I went back to work and about 15-20 minutes later my mom showed up. She told me she couldn’t let it go and went to the bank and she told the lady that I had just come thru and described what I looked like and what my car looked like. She told the lady “you gave my daughter a milk bone. Why did you do that?” She was confused and told her “I’m sorry… I just saw she had a dog in the car and sent one out for him. I normally don’t ask and just send them out I’m sorry.”
My mom asked again “you saw a dog in her car?” And she told her “yes she had a dog with her”
My mom asked her what the dog looked like and she described Ned exactly. She told her he was sitting right next to me. She was very confused as to why my mom was asking all of these questions. My mom told her about Neddy passing away. The lady felt horrible thinking she upset me and my mom told her “no don’t be sorry!” and then asked her if he looked happy and she said yes, he looked very happy and she even waved at him because she thought he was so cute. she was shocked when my mom told her about Ned passing. When my mom told me I burst into tears. This woman who I had never met and knew nothing about me saw Ned in my car with me. Neddy was with me and he was letting me know he was okay😭❤️❤️

I know some of you might think I’m crazy or making this up but it is 100% true. Our babies give us signs to let them know they are okay. They want us to take comfort in the fact that they are at peace.
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08/17/2025

“We hope this kind gesture makes you smile.

Officer Ricky Zodrow is the School Resource Officer at Nampa High School. Braxton is a graduating senior and he’s recovering from an ankle injury. After receiving his diploma and walking across the stage on crutches, Officer Z thought Braxton could use a lift down the stairs.

The connections our SROs make at their schools is pretty special.

Best Wishes to Braxton and all of the Graduates. We hope there is always someone waiting in the wings to offer a hand up when you need it”.

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