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Mind Inspire, Democratic Republic of the (2025)

25/07/2025

🌟 Gillian couldn’t sit still.
At just seven years old, she was always on the move — restless, distracted, her mind flying elsewhere.

In school, her teachers scolded her.
They punished her for not listening.
They rewarded the rare moments she stayed quiet — but mostly, she was misunderstood.

At home, things weren’t easier.
Her mother, unsure how to help, resorted to discipline.
Gillian wasn’t just failing at school… she felt like she was failing at life.

📚 One day, her mother was called in for a meeting. The teachers were concerned.
“She’s not normal,” they said.
“She might need help… medication, maybe.”

But then — an older teacher stepped in.
He knew Gillian.
He asked everyone — teachers, mother — to step into an adjacent room and watch the little girl through a window.

Before leaving, he quietly turned on the radio.

🎵 And what they saw next would change Gillian’s life forever:
As the music filled the room, Gillian immediately stood up and began to move.
She danced.
Not fidgeted.
Not acted out.
She danced — with rhythm, with soul, with joy.

The old teacher turned and said with a knowing smile:

“Gillian isn’t sick. She’s a dancer.”

He suggested dance school.
He encouraged her teachers to let her move.

And that changed everything.

🩰 Gillian started dance classes — and she blossomed.
When she got home after the first lesson, she told her mother,

“Everyone there is like me — no one can sit still!”

Years later, Gillian Lynne would go on to become one of the world’s most celebrated choreographers — best known for bringing Cats and The Phantom of the Opera to life.

She wasn’t broken.
She didn’t need fixing.
She just needed someone to see her differently.

❤️ This is for every child who feels “too much” or “not enough.”
And for every adult who dares to look past the struggle… and see the gift.

“EVERYONE IS A GENIUS.
BUT IF YOU JUDGE A FISH BY ITS ABILITY TO CLIMB A TREE,
IT WILL LIVE ITS WHOLE LIFE BELIEVING IT’S STUPID.”
— Albert Einstein

🌹 May every unique child meet someone who sees what makes them shine.
Not for what they lack — but for what they are.

25/07/2025

She (Mary Mcleod Bethune) was 12 years old when she saw a library for the first time. She was the daughter of a woman who washed clothes in a white family's house in the southern U.S. She approached curiously and picked up a book… until a voice stopped her:
—"You're Black. Black people don't know how to read."
That sentence didn’t stop her. It ignited her.
Her name was Mary. She was born in 1875, in a humble family. She was the 15th of 17 siblings. She worked since childhood. But that day, in front of a book —forbidden by prejudice, not by law— she realized that the biggest barrier wasn’t skin color: it was imposed ignorance.
She walked 16 kilometers every day to go to school. She learned to read. And then she taught her family. Her neighbors. The farmers. Door to door. As if teaching was her way to resist.
She became the best student. Then a teacher. She founded a school that today is a university. She also taught in forgotten places. She trained literacy teachers. She changed lives.
She didn’t just teach classes. She awakened consciousness. She helped people reclaim their voice. Their history. Their dignity.
It’s estimated that she taught over 5,000 people to read. But her real legacy is immeasurable. Because every word someone learned thanks to her… was a victory against erasure.
She died in 1955, the same year another Black woman refused to give up her seat on a bus.
And although Mary didn’t live to see that moment, without a doubt… she planted the seed
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25/07/2025

One day, Dad...

One day, Dad, I’ll see you again
Not in a photo, not in a dream,
But in a place where the sky won't steal you back,
And time can’t tear us apart.

No clocks ticking, no calendars passing,
Just you and me—heart to heart.
No more looking up through tears,
No more whispering into the dark.

I imagine your smile waiting at Heaven's gate,
Arms wide like you never left.
And all the years I carried pain
Will melt into a single breath.

Until then, I’ll keep you close—
In every sunset, every sigh.
And when it’s my turn to come home,
Please be the first to meet my eyes.

25/07/2025

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another.
That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
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25/07/2025

🌸 Back in the 1960s…
No Botox. No ripped jeans.
No silicone. Just grace, poise, and timeless charm.

Women didn’t need filters — they had presence.
They didn’t shout to be seen — they let their elegance speak.
Style wasn’t about trends… it was about character.

🖤 A time when beauty meant simplicity.
When confidence came from dignity, not attention.
And the most powerful statement was often made in silence.

Let’s bring back that kind of beauty — the kind that doesn’t fade.
Because true elegance… never goes out of style.

25/07/2025

A journalist once asked Cristiano Ronaldo, “Why does your mother still live with you? Why haven’t you built her a house of her own?”

Cristiano responded with heartfelt words:

“My mother dedicated her entire life to me. She made sacrifices beyond measure, often going to bed hungry just so I could eat. We had no money, yet she worked tirelessly—seven days a week, even nights as a maid—just to buy me my first pair of football boots, so I could follow my dream of becoming a player.

Everything I have achieved, all my success, is thanks to her unwavering love and sacrifices. I owe it all to her. As long as I live, she will always be by my side. She already has everything I can give, but more importantly, she is my refuge, my strength, and my greatest blessing.”

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[𝘋𝘔 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭]

25/07/2025

“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
L.R. Knost

Johanna Harmon - Silk Robe.

25/07/2025

"I gave a speech, as one does, as one ages, to a room of students of the theatre, of film, of the performing arts. They shone with ambition, but I soon found myself annotating virtually every sentence I uttered, and this is not terribly comfortable: It badly alters the flow of things. They looked at me blankly when I mentioned Tennessee [Williams], and I had to throw out the play titles, at which they nodded their heads and murmured the names of Marlon Brando and Elizabeth Taylor. That was their reference to Tennessee Williams. It seemed not to matter that a man, a person, had written the play that became the film that became something they did in a scene in a class. There was no line of succession. They did not know who Julie Harris was or Bette Davis or Harold Clurman or the Group Theatre and Lee Strasberg was a building where you could take classes. Now it is alarming to be old, and nothing makes a person feel quite so old as to talk of one's influences and of things that he feels are important and to have several hundred blank faces look at you with bewilderment. I don't want to annotate everything, and I think there is a serious lack of investment or intention toward this thing, this art, this craft to which you aspire. I think you have to know more than what is current and 'hot,' to use a loathsome word. I think you have to be familiar with the foundation of the work and understand it's what you're standing on."--Mike Nichols/Interview with James Grissom/1992

Photograph by Ray Fisher

25/07/2025

Meryl Streep said:
"Aging is not for the weak. One day you wake up and realize that your youth is gone, but along with it, so go insecurity, haste, and the need to please... You learn to walk more slowly, but with greater certainty. You say goodbye without fear, and you cherish those who stay. Aging means letting go, it means accepting, it means discovering that beauty was never in our skin... but in the story we carry inside us."

24/07/2025

I Don’t Want to Be a Burden in My Old Age

I am not afraid of growing old. Let the wrinkles come—I will wear them like medals, proof that I have laughed, cried, and lived deeply. Let my skin loosen and fold like pages in a well-loved book. Let my hair silver and shine, a crown earned by years of stories.

I do not fear the quiet. Solitude is no stranger; I have learned to make peace with my own company. I have sat in stillness and found strength there. I know how to rest in the silence without being swallowed by it.

But what unsettles me is something else—fate. That unpredictable force that sometimes tucks you in at night like a loving hand and other times leaves you standing in the rain, forgotten and cold.

I do not want to become a burden—a sigh of exhaustion behind closed doors. I do not want my presence to feel heavy in the room or my name to be whispered in tones of weariness. I do not want my dependence to become someone else’s silent sacrifice.

I want to be like the wind—restless, moving, always dancing forward. I want my old age to be a poem of resilience, a morning brewed with memories, a sunset painted with hope. I want to keep learning, keep loving, keep discovering—never stagnant, never finished.

I do not fear aging. I fear being boxed in by a life I didn’t choose—a life that shrinks instead of expands.

So I will keep walking forward, not clinging to what was, but embracing what still can be.
And if the day comes when my steps falter and I lean on others more than I would like, I will offer my gratitude freely, never forgetting that love is not a burden—it’s a gift.

To those who carry others with patience and tenderness—you are the quiet heroes of this world. Thank you.

Photo : Gudrun Sjoden

24/07/2025

"On our Southwest flight to NC tonight there was a man who received a $2 bill from his dad when he was 16. His dad told him, 'As long as you keep this, you'll never be broke.'
Tonight that man honored his dad and gave everyone on our (almost full) flight a $2 bill so we'll never be broke. He just wanted to spread the love. Good people doing good things."
Credit: Natalie Gunderson

14/07/2025

In 2014, Morgan Freeman did something truly inspiring: he converted his entire 124-acre ranch in Mississippi into a sanctuary for honeybees. Concerned by the alarming decline in bee populations, Freeman decided to step in and help.

He brought in 26 beehives—not to harvest honey, but simply to provide bees a safe and natural home. But he didn't stop there: Freeman personally planted acres of bee-friendly flowers and trees, including magnolia, lavender, clover, and fruit trees, giving the bees abundant food to flourish.

What makes this even more remarkable is that Freeman himself takes care of the bees. He feeds them sugar water, walks among the hives without any protective gear, and proudly says, “I’ve never been stung.”

Morgan Freeman’s ranch is now a haven buzzing with life, demonstrating how one individual's compassion and commitment can positively impact our environment.

🌿✨ One person truly can make a difference.

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