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11/03/2025

Very good moral message!!!
During a prank, a student stuck a paper on his classmate's back that said "I'm Stupid", and asked the rest of the class not to tell the boy.

Thus the students began laughing on and off...

Came afternoon math class started and their teacher wrote a difficult question on the board.

No one was able to answer it except the boy with the sticker.

Amid the unexplained giggles, he walked toward the board and solved the problem.

The teacher asked the class to clap for him and remove the paper on his back.

She told him: "It seems that you don’t know about the paper your classmate has pasted on your back."

Then the teacher looked at the rest of the class and said:

"Before I give you a punishment, let me tell you 2 things:

First, throughout your Life, people will put labels on you with many nasty words to stop your progress.

Had your classmate known about the paper, he wouldn't have gotten up to answer the question.

All you have to do in Life is ignore the labels people give you and seize every opportunity you have to learn, grow and improve yourself."

"Second, it’s clear that he doesn't have any loyal friend among you all to tell him about the sticker.

It doesn't matter how many friends you have - it is the loyalty you share with your friends that matters.

If you don't have friends who can defend you behind your back, who can watch over you, protect you and who genuinely care about you, you are better off alone....!"

Always have each others backs....💘

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11/03/2025

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
With my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
Be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school..
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled....
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began...
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends....
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.

11/01/2025

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

10/31/2025

Installing telephone lines in Courtland, Kansas, 1903.

10/29/2025

"9-year-old Addie knows what it’s like to have her dad away — he’s been serving in the military for most of her life. But today, her little heart broke.

At the cheer event, every girl had her dad with her, lifting them up and celebrating. All except Addie. She stood alone, tears streaming down her face.

Then something incredible happened. A young man — not even from her team, but from the opposing team — noticed her crying. Without hesitation, he jumped the fence, walked over, and lifted Addie onto his shoulders so she could shine just like everyone else.

I couldn’t hold back my tears. He didn’t know her. He didn’t have to do it. But he did — simply because kindness told him to.

Later, Addie said through her tears, “I just felt like somebody saved my life. I thought that’s so nice, especially since my dad’s serving for us.” 💔💙

To that amazing young man — thank you. You didn’t just lift my daughter up on your shoulders. You lifted her spirit, reminded her she’s never truly alone, and gave us a moment of pure love we will never forget.

In a world where you can be anything — this young man chose to be kind. And that made all the difference."
Credit - Ale###isperry via Instagram~

10/27/2025

When the Titanic was sinking — amid the freezing ocean and the screams torn by fear — a woman stood up.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She didn’t wait.
She grabbed an oar. She stepped forward.
And everything changed.
Her name was Margaret Brown, but the world came to know her by another name: the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
She was born poor, with hands shaped by labor and a spirit that refused boundaries.
She built a fortune with her husband, but she never locked herself away in the halls of privilege.
No — Molly walked the streets, entered the kitchens of the poor, helped miners, paid for the education of forgotten girls.
She was wealthy, yes. But above all, she was present.
In 1912, she boarded the Titanic to return home — to be with a sick nephew.
She had no idea that night would change her life — and the lives of so many others.
When the ship struck the iceberg and fate took the helm, Molly was placed in Lifeboat No. 6.
But she didn’t sit back and watch.
When she saw the sailor in charge was lost and afraid, she took the oar herself.
She rowed. She encouraged. She warmed those who shivered.
She saved lives, yes — but more than that, she turned fear into action. And it didn’t end there.
When she was rescued by the Carpathia, Molly didn’t surrender to relief.
She rose again.
She spoke three languages and used them all — to comfort, to organize, to raise funds.
She created a relief fund for the survivors.
She did it quietly. No cameras. No glory.
She did it because it was right.
Then came the inquiry.
Molly wanted to speak, to expose, to tell the truth.
But they told her: You’re a woman. Stay silent.
She never did.
And her voice, her courage, her example — have reached all the way to us.
Molly Brown isn’t remembered just because she survived the Titanic.
She’s remembered because she showed the world that you can sink a ship —
but not a woman like her.
A woman who takes the oar when everything else is going under.
Who doesn’t ask permission to act.
Who saves, protects, rebuilds.
That is the kind of strength that never sinks

10/24/2025

“I don’t know who you are, but today I watched you for about 15 minutes while you helped a homeless man. I saw you give him your brand new sneakers, then you took off your socks and stood barefoot while you took his socks off, which had a big hole in them. You used a baby wipe from your car to clean his feet. Then you put the new socks and sneakers on him. You helped him take off his old shirt and gave him a clean one from your car, along with a pair of shorts, bottles of water, and some money.

While you were doing this, people walked by, staring, but no one stopped to help. You didn’t even know I was watching. You didn’t film it to post online for attention like most people do. You did all of this just out of kindness, from the goodness of your heart.

I hope this post somehow reaches you, because I want you to know that my daughter and I think you are an amazing, selfless person. You are exactly what a good person should be. No good deed ever goes unnoticed.

Keep being you.”

Credit: Maryanne Haynes

10/23/2025

"My dad sold crack and got murdered at 22. My main role model in life was in the streets, as were almost all of my peers.
I started attending Eastern Michigan University at the same age my dad died; luckily I did because the older I got, the more tempting the streets became.
But I never gave in.
Now, I’m a 27-year-old black man with no criminal record and a bachelor's degree. I wasn’t supposed to make it to the point I’m at now with the hand I was dealt.
But I did.
College isn’t necessary to become successful, but I have learned a lot through this journey and I am grateful it got me out of the situation I was in.
You can’t tell me I’m not winning in this game we call life!"

10/22/2025

My mum thanked me last night.
She babysat, and SHE thanked ME?!
She never taught my brother or I to self soothe.
We shared her bed.
We took our naps in her arms.
She breastfed till we naturally weaned...
And one day, all of that came to an end.
One day, we turned into cranky and unruly teenagers who wanted to be with our friends over her.
And then even later on, one day we both got married and had families of our own.
Last night, my husband and I went out.
Not far. And we weren’t late.
But when we got back, I went upstairs and found my children asleep in my mothers arms in the same way that they fall asleep in my arms every night.
And in the same way that my brother and I had fallen asleep in her arms every night.
They all looked so calm and peaceful.
I asked if she was ok, and she smiled through faint tears.
She thanked me for giving her these moments back.
These moments that she never imagined possible to experience again....
she thought that these days had well and truly passed.
She told me that no matter how hard she tries, she can’t remember the last time she held me.
She can’t remember my last feed.
She can’t even remember the last time that I climbed into her bed in the middle of the night asking her for a cuddle....
But when she held her grandchildren to sleep, it gave her an emotional reminder of what it was like. How beautiful it felt. How special it was.
Because these moments won’t last forever.
Even though sometimes they feel like they will.
She told me how lucky I am that I get to do this every single night. And how fortunate I am that I get to do so for a little while longer.
I smiled. She is right.
Even on those long nights when I don’t believe that to be the case; I am most definitely lucky.!!

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10/20/2025

✨ From a starving child abandoned on the streets… to a proud university graduate. 👨🏽‍🎓 🥺

Nearly 20 years ago, Hope was rescued by a kind woman who refused to let him die in despair. Today, he walks across the stage with a degree in hand — living proof that love and compassion can change a life forever. 🥺❤️

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10/17/2025

Tonight we went out to dinner. My nine month old son was kinda fussy and getting into everything until he saw a beautiful little girl sitting in the booth behind us. They both continued baby talk and reaching out for each other, touching and holding hands. I thought it was the most beautiful thing ever. I wish we all saw the same thing through these young eyes. This world would be a much more beautiful place! 💓

Credit: Danielle Mabe‎

10/14/2025

Tonight I was getting gas and in front of me on the other side of the pump a mother and her son pulled up. The son (probably 10) went in to prepay right before I did, and when I came out to my car he was putting the nozzle in and clicking it locked so he could get back inside his car to wait. As I reached my car and saw his mom looking at me, and saying something to him. He got out and came around to me and said “ma’am it’s too cold, let me pump your gas for you”. It was the sweetest thing and definitely made my night

Credit: Brittany Shea

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