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Amazing World, 221 S Grand Avenue, Los Angeles, CA (2025)

10/13/2025

I'm cleaning out Mom's house and keep finding these little details that just break my heart.
She painted these outlet plates by hand to match her granite countertops. Spent hours getting the colors just right, dabbing tiny specks of gold and brown paint with a toothpick to match every single fleck in that stone. Anyone else would have just bought beige plates and called it good.
But that was Mom. She noticed everything. Made everything special, even when we didn't have much money.
After Dad left, she worked three jobs to keep our house. The kitchen renovation took her two years, saving every penny. She'd come home exhausted and still spend her weekends painting these tiny details that most people would never even see.
""It's the little things that make a house a home, sweetheart,"" she'd always say.
I used to roll my eyes at her perfectionism. Now I'm sobbing over outlet plates because they're so perfectly, beautifully her.
I can't bring myself to take them down. Instead, I ordered a custom shadow box from an artist on the Tedooo app to display one of them alongside a photo of Mom in her beloved kitchen. She would have loved knowing there are still people out there who create beautiful things with their hands, who understand that every detail matters.
She taught me that love lives in the smallest gestures. Even electrical outlets can hold a lifetime of care.
Miss you every day, Mom. Your little touches made everything beautiful.

10/13/2025

"I saw this gentleman down the aisle from me. He walked behind me, and when I got a couple of aisles over, I realized my wallet was gone.

I spotted him in a crowded aisle and approached him. I'm a pretty out-there personality, but I was quiet and calm.

I said to him, 'I think you have something of mine. I'm gonna give you a choice. You can either give me my wallet and I'll forgive you right now, and I'll even take you to the front and pay for your groceries."

Jessica planned on turning him in only if he did not return the wallet.

"He reached into his hoodie pocket and gave me my wallet. He started crying when we walked up to the front. He said he was sorry about 20 times by the time we went from the pickle aisle to the front. He told me he was desperate."

Jessica paid $27 for his groceries including bread, milk, bologna, crackers, soup and cheese.

"The last thing he said was, 'I'll never forget tonight. I'm broke, I have kids, I'm embarrassed and I'm sorry.'

"Some people are critical because I didn't turn him in, but sometimes all you need is a second chance," says Jessica. "My brother and I lost my dad to su***de when I was seven, and I remember him telling me years ago that no matter what I become in life, to always, always be kind."
Credit to the rightful owner~

10/13/2025

Yesterday I'm making dinner and my 4-year-old Emma is doing her usual thing - dragging her step stool around, trying to reach everything. "Mommy, can I crack the eggs? Can I stir the soup?"
I give her the usual safe stuff, you know? Wash cherry tomatoes, tear lettuce. But I can see it in her face - she knows it's not real helping. She wants to do what I'm doing, standing at the counter like a big kid.
Then she was trying SO hard to reach the cutting board, stretching on her tippy-toes, and she just... couldn't. She looked at me with these big watery eyes and said, "Mommy, I'm too little for everything."
And then she sat down right there on the kitchen floor and started crying. Not tantrum crying - heartbroken crying. "I can't help you for real. I'm just a baby."
Lord, that broke me. My husband walked in right then, took one look at us both sitting on the floor, and said, "What if we fixed this problem together?"
Three days later, he calls us into the kitchen. And there it is. A whole custom island, just Emma's size. Her own workspace with shelves for her dishes, hooks for her utensils, even little containers for her "ingredients" (currently goldfish crackers and cheerios, because priorities). Emma walked around it like she was in a museum. "Is this... is this really mine?"
And my husband, this man who works 10-hour days, he's beaming like he just won the lottery. "Now you can cook right next to Mommy, chef Emma."
The whole setup is so thoughtful. He even ordered these adorable mini cooking tools from some crafter on the Tedooo app and painted everything in her favorite turquoise. I didn't even know he knew that was her favorite color.
Now every morning she "helps" me make breakfast, and every evening she's my sous chef. Real helping. Standing at her own workspace, measuring, mixing, being part of it all.
But honestly? This isn't just about the kitchen island. This is about a dad who heard his little girl say she felt too small for the world, and instead of just telling her she'd grow up someday, he changed the world to fit her.
This is why I married this man. Because when the people he loves are hurting, he doesn't just offer comfort - he builds solutions. With his own two hands, after working all day, because that's what love looks like in our house.
Credit to the rightful owner~

10/13/2025

"So today this little boy came into the store and asked me 'where do you guys have the cheapest shoes?' so I showed him were they are. So I asked him. If these where for school. He said yea. I looked at his feet and saw the shoes that he was wearing were destroyed. Literally they were breaking apart. I asked him if he wore that for the first day of school and he said yes. He told me in a low voice a story and that sh*t broke my heart. I told him. Don't worry. Pick any shoe you like. He said why 'I'm not gonna have the money' I told him 'don't worry, I'll buy them for you.'he was like 'really?!!' I said yea of course. He got his favorite shoes. And I told him to make me a promise. To get good grades and be good in school. He said he promises. He kept telling me this is unreal and couldn't believe it was happening. So my new buddy walked of of finish line with a brand new pair of shoes for the school year.. Nothing makes me more happy than seeing someone with a smile on there face. Helping people is the best gift god has given me. Have a good school year. Bless up."

Credit: osmani torres

10/12/2025

Officer Andrew Spottswood recently took a report from a man whose wallet had been stolen. The stolen wallet contained the 75-year-old man's identification, his bus pass, and his debit card. The man told Officer Spottswood he has no family or transportation. Officer Spottswood took him to DMV to get a replacement ID. When the clerk asked if he had the $13 replacement fee, the man did not and Officer Spottswood pulled out his wallet to pay. (In the end, the clerk waived the fee.)

Next, Officer Spottswood took the man to the bank to get a replacement bank card, so that he could access his money, and to the CATS Station, so that he could get a replacement bus pass.

Lastly, he took the man to get him some food because he was exhausted and hungry.

Officer Spottswood didn't tell anyone about his kind gesture. CMPD only found out because the man called later and spoke to a supervisor.

Officer Spottswood was recognized this week with a CMPD Acts of Excellence award.

10/12/2025

"In the dust choked fields of Pine Ridge, a dying farming town in Kansas, 70-year-old Earl had spent his life fixing combines, tractors, and harvesters. When the agribusiness giants bought out local farms, Earl’s shop emptied. By 2022, he was selling tools for scrap just to keep the lights on.
One morning, he found a note taped to his door “Earl, my planter’s dead. Crops’ll rot. Can’t afford a new one. Maggie.” Maggie was a third generation farmer barely keeping her 80 acres alive. Earl hesitated his hands ached from arthritis, but drove to her field. He spent six hours under the blazing sun, jury rigging her planter with spare parts and baling wire. “Won’t last forever,” he grunted. “But it’ll get you this season.” Maggie handed him $20. He refused it.
Earl’s shop reopened, not for profit, but as a lifeline. He fixed a dairy farmer’s milking machine using parts from a junked fridge. He rewired a greenhouse’s thermostat with a car battery and duct tape. One farmer brought him a rusted cultivator, Earl worked all night to revive it, then added a handwritten tip “Grease the gears every 3 days. Don’t skip.”
Then came the storm. A hailstorm shredded half the county’s soybean crops. Earl’s barn collapsed under the weight of fallen hailstones. Dozens of farmers arrived at dawn, shovels and tarps in hand. They rebuilt his barn in two days, using salvaged lumber and a communal potluck. “You kept us going,” Maggie said, handing him a jar of honey. “Now we’re keeping you.”
Earl never charged anyone again. He started a “Parts Library” a shed filled with donated gears, blades, and motors, labeled “Take what you need. Leave what you can.” Young farmers learned from him, their hands stained with oil as he muttered instructions “Listen to the engine’s knock. It’ll tell you what’s wrong.”
Earl’s shed became a hub for swapping seeds, tools, and stories. A college student filmed him repairing a corn thresher and posted it online. The video went viral, but Earl shrugged it off. “Ain’t about me,” he said. “It’s about dirt, machines, and folks who won’t quit.”
Earl didn’t save Pine Ridge with miracles, he saved it with calloused hands, stubborn grit, and the belief that no one should lose their livelihood because a machine broke. His story isn’t about charity, it’s about preserving the soul of a community through shared survival. It reminds us. Progress doesn’t erase people. Often, the most vital threads of society are the ones stitched by those who fix what’s broken machines, lives, and the quiet promise that we’re in this together."
Let this story reach more hearts...

10/12/2025

So I was dusting the hallway cabinet last week when I found a little handwritten note tucked behind the drawer. I hadn’t seen it before. It just said:
“Save the glass. One day you’ll know why.”
My grandma passed away the week after Easter, four years ago. And ever since, April’s felt... tender.
She was the kind of woman who believed in celebration for no reason — who’d put on perfume just to water her tulips and set out tea cups even when no one was visiting. Her favorite things weren’t expensive, they were just sparkly. Cut glass, vintage bowls, candlelight bouncing off mirrors — she said light made a house feel alive.
When we cleared her home, no one wanted her old glassware. Too mismatched. Too fragile. Too "dated."
But I packed every piece.
I had no idea what I’d do with them, but I couldn’t let them go. They felt like her. And apparently, she knew I’d feel that way.
So this month, on a random quiet morning — no big reason, just April being April — I started stacking the bowls. Flipping them, rotating them, balancing little plates and trinket dishes like I was building a memory tower. I didn’t stop until it looked like… this.
A crystal tree.
Not for Christmas. Not for any holiday. Just a tree that catches the morning sun in all the ways she used to.
The base? I found it on Tedooo. A seller who restores antique lamp stands and had listed this one as a “lost cause.” I messaged her, told her what I was doing. She said, “If it’s for someone you love, it’s never a lost cause.” Shipped it to me the next day. I listed a similar version of this on my shop on the Tedooo app, just to see if someone else might want one. Within an hour, I had four messages from people saying this reminded them of their someone.
And that’s when I realized…
This isn’t a tree.
It’s a legacy.
It’s what it looks like when grief turns into grace.
When April hurts but you honor it anyway.
It’s a reminder that the people we love don’t fade — they shimmer in the corners we keep them.
And sometimes, if we’re lucky, they still find ways to light up the room.

10/12/2025

“Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away, my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God, so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.' Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
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You will be happy to know this wonderful story is 100% true.
“Three things in human life are important:
the first is to be kind;
the second is to be kind;
and the third is to be kind.”

10/12/2025

"This is John and he works at enterprise. He's also a twin and his twin sister is his best friend. While he helped me with my rental due to a hit and run accident, he held one of my twin sons as I don't have a double stroller. One of the most compassionate and caring people I've ever met. We need more people like John who go that extra step. Be a John."

Credit: Coty Vincent

10/11/2025

My Son
By Joseph J. Mazzella • January 17, 2024

When I was 21, I sat in a hospital waiting room, trying to keep calm. My wife was pregnant, but our son was three weeks overdue. Complications had forced them to do an emergency C-section, and I didn’t know if either my wife or son would survive. After what felt like forever, they brought my son out, healthy and breathing. My fear disappeared, and my heart swelled with joy I had never felt before. I sighed in relief and thanked God for my baby boy.

Three years later, I sat in a car holding my crying wife. Our son wasn’t speaking like other children, and his behavior seemed different. We took him to a specialist who told us he might be mentally handicapped. It felt like the world was crashing down around us. I didn’t know what to do, so I just cried as I drove us home.

As the years went by, I learned to accept my son for who he was. I started to see how much of a blessing he was, not just to my wife and me, but to everyone around him. He had a gentle spirit. He laughed easily and gave hugs and love without asking for anything in return. He learned to speak, and though he never discussed anything complicated, he became great at small talk. He touched the hearts of everyone he met. His mom, me, his sister, his little brother, his school helpers, his teachers, and his classmates all loved him for the simple joy he brought to their lives. He became the manager for the football and girls' basketball teams. He lifted the spirits of the coaches and players. And when he graduated high school, I got him a job at a special workshop where he could continue to share his love and light. Yes, my first-born son might be seen as limited by the world, but in God's eyes, he is limitless. He has shared more love, joy, and laughter than I ever could. If I had one wish, it would be for everyone to love as freely and happily as he does. May we always appreciate the "special" teachers of love in this world. They are truly a gift to us all.

Sunny Skyz

10/11/2025

“What a beautiful story of kindness!”

“Last year, 13-year-old Abraham Olagbegi found out he was born with a rare blood disorder and needed a bone marrow transplant. About a year later, he got some great news: His transplant worked, and he qualified for Make-A-Wish, an organization that helps kids with serious illnesses have their dreams come true.

Abraham wanted his wish to last a long time, and he had an idea he shared with his mom. "I remember we were coming home from one of his doctor visits, and he said, 'Mom, I’ve thought about it, and I really want to feed the homeless,'" said Abraham’s mom, Miriam Olagbegi, to CBS News.

In September, Make-A-Wish helped Abraham organize a day to give out free food in Jackson, Mississippi, with donations from local businesses. Abraham said they ended up feeding about 80 people that day.

"When the homeless people got their food, some of them came back to sing to us and thank us," he said. "It felt really good, it warmed our hearts. My parents always taught us that it’s a blessing to be a blessing."

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