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Weird and Amazing Things, New York, NY (2025)

10/15/2025

"We were stuck in a huge traffic jam for about 15 minutes, without moving, when my phone rang. Since we obviously weren't going anywhere, I answered. On the other end of the phone was a soft-spoken man who introduced himself as, Andy.
He explained he was a few cars back from us, and saw Sherman stick his big ol' head out the window, so he called the number on our decal (we have a huge decal on three sides of the suburban with a picture of Sherman's head, his name, and our contact number). He told us he had just returned home after a 3+ month stay in a nursing home facility. He was recovering from the most recent of multiple back surgeries.
It's because of this stay in the nursing home and his failing health that he had to rehome his large breed dog. He is, sadly, unable to care for him any longer. This decision clearly broke his heart, as we could hear him choking up as he spoke. He asked if we could meet up sometime, so he could just pet Sherman. Of course, we told him we would love to set a time to meet up with him. He thanked us and we said our goodbyes, with a promise to set something up in the next few days.
As we sat there in traffic, I couldn't get Andy's sad voice out of my head. We decided to call him back and ask if he would like to turn off into the Wal-Mart parking lot to say, 'Hello' to Sherman real quick. We could hear his voice cracking over the phone when he said, 'Yes!'.
When we met him in the parking lot, he slowly got out of his vehicle, using a cane. After proper introductions, we opened the side door of the suburban and told him he was welcome to sit inside the door, to visit with Sherman.
As soon as he sat down, Sherman came right over and started nuzzling into him. The tears started almost immediately... Andy sobbed into Sherman's neck. Sherman just sat there, letting him hug him, hold him, and kiss him. It wasn't long before we were all pretty teary-eyed, as he told Sherman all about his dog he had to let go.
'You're a good boy, Sherman.'"
Credit Sherman the Therapy Dog

10/15/2025

I thought I'd failed as a mother when my 28-year-old son came home last Christmas and announced he was "taking up quilting to deal with stress."
His father immediately started making jokes about him turning into his grandmother, asking if he needed help picking out lipstick next. I watched my son's face shut down the way it used to when kids teased him in middle school for being too quiet, too gentle, too different from what everyone expected.
He'd been struggling since his divorce, sleeping on our couch, barely eating, scrolling through his phone for hours without really seeing anything. The quilting started as therapy his counselor suggested, something to keep his hands busy while his heart healed. He ordered fabric bundles from a therapeutic crafting group on the Tedooo app where other people shared stories about sewing through depression.
Three months later, he finished this. Blues and browns that somehow capture everything he couldn't say out loud about losing his marriage, his house, his vision of the future. Every stitch precise, every pattern deliberate. When he held it up, I saw my little boy who used to bandage injured birds and cry during Disney movies.
"Don't post it anywhere," he said. "People will think it's weird."
But this isn't weird. This is my son rebuilding himself one square at a time, refusing to let anyone else define what strength looks like. If more men had the courage to create something beautiful with their hands instead of tearing things apart, maybe the world would be softer.
Credit - original owner

10/14/2025

When my 7 year old asked me if she could dye a streak of her hair, I laughed and said “Of course not.” It was said in a definitive tone with no wiggle room. I wasn’t even going to consider letting her dye her hair. And yet, just 2 weeks later, I brought her to a salon and helped her dye a streak of her hair.
What changed? I’m still not completely sure how she got me to change my mind - but she did. Let me try to pick apart what she did during those 2 weeks.
She reasoned with me. There was no whining, no complaining, no yelling or tantrums. But she wanted me to explain my reasons for saying “no” - and I had a hard time coming up with good reasons. We talked about hair dyeing as a slippery slope toward tattoos, piercings, etc. - but she was laughing out loud when I was saying this, and I quickly realized how ridiculous I was being. She reassured me that she had zero interest in tattoos, piercings, or any of the other things I mentioned - she only wanted to dye a small streak of her hair.
She had impeccable timing. She repeated her request multiple times over several days, but only when I was in a good mood and feeling good about my parenting skills. She asked about dying her hair after she had taken all her medications without complaint, or after she had done all her homework.
She told me that she would pay for it out of her allowance, signaling to me that this was important to her.
She suggested that we look at pictures of kids online with streaks of dye in their hair, so that she could show me what it would look like. And the pictures all looked so reasonable - the kids we saw looked like good kids.
When we were having a snack at a cafe across the street from our local salon, she persuaded me to stop in briefly, not to get a streak, but just to talk to the people there about what it would entail. I admit I was surprised at how easy, quick, and cheap it would be - and how common it is these days for kids to get streaks of dye in their hair.
And finally, when I said that we could do a streak, but ONLY if it was with temporary dye and no bleaching - she immediately agreed. I also insisted that she wait another full week, so that she would be completely sure that this is what she wanted.
The next weekend, I took her to get two streaks of red dye in her hair.
Credit goes to the respective owner.

10/14/2025

"We were standing, saying our goodbyes when I put my bag on my shoulder and suddenly felt a sensasion like I was being burnt by a hot poker and looked under my arm only to realise that I had been stung by a bee! I asked Mikey if he'd like something for lunch from Pick n Pay to which he said he'd like a doughnut. My things were rung up and just as I was about to pay I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of complete panic as my hands started throbbing, as did my heart, head and ears (my entire body for that matter) along with a feeling that I couldn't breathe and said to Mikey we had to go. I remember the cashiers looking at me very strangely as I walked away leaving my groceries behind. I immediately called my friend who didn't answer her phone and then my husband who I told I was having a very bad reaction to a bee sting and that I couldn't breathe and was panicking and didn't know what to do!!!
At this stage I could hardly breathe and had to sit down in the walk way. My son started to cry and pulled on my shirt saying come let's go mommy and I said to him I'm sorry boy I can't move. An elderly man saw me and asked what was wrong and I said I've been stung by a bee and I asked if he had an Epipen, he shook his head. I remember thinking to myself that I was way too far gone for any over the counter drugs to help me and that I was going to die, as nobody including myself knew what to do and that I didn't have a lot of time left! That was of course until another man came running towards me and knelt down next to me and asked what had happened and if he could help... I told him that I had been stung by a bee and that I needed to get to the hospital and then I became unconscious (this took all of about 4 minutes from the start of the anafalactic shock in Pick n Pay to the point where I became unconcious in the walk way at Cedar Square). This man was Obakeng Seutane. He dispersed the crowd that had gathered around me and put my hands behind my head to help open up my constricted wind pipe and then calmed my son down. He then told Mikey that he was going to take me to the hospital and got me up with the help of another man and carried/dragged me down the passage towards his car. Once there, I was put into a wheel chair and taken to emergency where I was administered adrenaline shot, after adrenaline shot, after adrenaline shot into my chest and various different antihistamines.
I am unable to recall anything at all from the time I fell unconcious at Cedar Square until I woke up in ICU that night and remember thinking to myself, Wowee, I am actually here! I am alive!!! I was privileged enough to meet with Obakeng today. He has given me my life, restored my faith in the youth of South Africa and in fact humanity as a whole and I can honestly say that he has made me see life in a completely different way! Thank you Obakeng, there are no words to describe my gratitude!!!"
Credit: Nicole Gillian Morgan

10/14/2025

So Maison went to vans the other day, while he was there he asked the lady if he could work there. Her response was “get a red vest and a name tag then we can talk.” Well maison being the little boy he is…he took that quite literally.
This morning he comes to grandmas dressed in his Christmas suit (which has a red vest) and is trying to take the Christmas present gift tag with his name on it off of one of his presents under the tree saying “I need a name tag so I can go to work, I already have the vest.” We all thought this was super funny and so cute.
Grandma made a phone call to vans and told the manager the whole story…she said “You bring him on down today” and next thing you know, maison is stocking shelves and handing out candy canes at vans and made $5!
This is the coolest and cutest thing a store could do for a little one with the idea of working their implanted in his brain. I know where I’ll do all my grocery shopping from here on out! Huge thanks to Vans and the wonderful manager down there! You made one little boys day!
Credit: Mykael M Loppie via Reddit

10/14/2025

My boyfriend got this tip last night at work. He's from Ireland and is trying to take us back there once Killian is born so we can meet his family. Thought I would share to show everyone there's not only hate out there. Truly blessed.
Credit: Taryn Keith~

10/11/2025

Yesterday Baby Gurl calls dad crying - she left her wallet on the bus😳 We're all upset and she naively asks if she'll get it back. Not wanting to crush her spirit anymore-I admitted it was highly unlikely. Get home and there is a young man banging on my door, stirring up the babies... ? Can I help you? He responds he's looking for AK.? So who are you? He begins-i found her wallet on the bus and wanted to return it. Everything is still in it, even the money. It happened to me a few weeks ago and I know how bad it feels. Dad took money out of his pocket and gave him what he had. I couldn't let him go, we talked, he touched my heart some more so I reached into her wallet and gave him the $20 that was sitting there😜 Turns out young Baxter is 19, goes to school in NY AND is the son of a co-worker(small world)... This gesture has doused my cynicism and restored my faith. Mr&Mrs Charles Perkins you should be proud AND he has become an honorary member of our fam 😍

10/11/2025

“Today while at the gas station I overheard a lady in her late 20's telling 2 other men to leave her alone
so I decided to walk over to them and I asked her " how was the meeting today darlin? " she looked at me and said " it was good, I'll tell you more about it when we get home in a few ". I replied with " wonderful I'll pick up your favorite for dinner".
The two guys left in a hurry and she told me " you have no idea how much that meant to me .... thank you." I said "you're very welcome ma'am .... you can never be too careful. "
I made sure the guys left before I walked back to my car and as I was walking back all I could do was think " I hope a man does that for my future daughter one day.

10/09/2025

I stopped by McDonald's for a quick meal and overheard a mom talking to her little girl.
The girl softly asked, "Can we eat here, please?"
They bought one hamburger and sat at the table next to mine. Then, the mom took a thermos out of her bag and poured her daughter what looked like tea.
As I listened, I caught parts of their story. They had just come from the hospital, and the mom had carefully saved just enough money for the bus ride home. She spent whatever was left on one hamburger—because her daughter had never been to McDonald's before.
I finished my coffee, walked back to the counter, and bought a Happy Meal. I placed it on their table and left quickly before they could say much.
But I will never forget the gratitude in the mother’s eyes and the big smile on that little girl’s face.
Sometimes, even the smallest act of kindness can mean everything. 💔🍟
Credit goes to the respective owner

10/08/2025

The wolf never eats corpses, neither animals, nor people; it spends its whole life with a partner, it does not mate with its mother or sister; it is a monogamous animal, it does not deceive.
If a partner dies, the wolf remains alone; it knows its young ones well: it is the only animal that helps their parents after deep old age and brings them food.
When you kill a wolf, it looks you in the eye until its soul gives out; it's 25% smarter than the smarter dog, and it's the only animal that doesn't obey training, they say...
*sometimes the bad thing in the movie is not how they portray it.

10/08/2025

"DAD! Stop the car!!!"
That was the cry from my son in the backseat as we were leaving the Panera parking lot.
I hit the brake and Harrison suddenly rolled open the side door of the van and raced over to three men sitting outside.
The men are veterans, and my son has made it his quest to thank a veteran...wherever they may be...for their service.
He got back in the van, excited and out of breath. "Dad, those three men were at D-Day. One was a paratrooper, one was a pilot, the other stormed the beach. Isn't that awesome?!"
So here’s to my now teenage son, who is showing me every day how to be a man."

10/07/2025

My name is Marco. I am a nurse. Today… I cried quietly in the hallway. Nobody noticed. Nobody asked if I was alright.

This morning I sat with two patients as they took their last breath. I held a father in my arms as he mourned the loss of his son. Later, I washed the hair of a gentleman who looked at me with weary eyes and whispered with a faint smile, “At least I’ll leave this world clean.” His hand clung to mine. No family came to say goodbye.

Every single day I give my best. Care. Presence. Human warmth. But in all of this, I often forget to give a little kindness to myself. I am not asking for applause or recognition. Just something simple. Maybe a voice saying, “Hey Marco.”

Maybe then, today, I would feel a little less alone.

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