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01/06/2025

The woman in the picture with a police officer is Helen Johnson from Tarrant, Alabama. She was caught stealing at a nearby Dollar General and the police were called to arrest her. The surprise of all is when the police officer arrived at the scene and asked her what she stole, she said, "Five Eggs To Feed My Hungry Children.". The police officer took her back to the supermarket and bought her groceries to feed herself and her kids. Miss Helena started crying and asked the police officer, "Sir, this is too much for you have done for me...". The police officer replied, "Sometimes we shouldn't apply the law but must apply the humanity!". ❤
Credit to: Carol Robinson. [email protected]

12/23/2024

Today, a man in red boarded the subway, opened his folder, and began reading. A few stops later, another man got on and asked, "What are you studying for? You look confused. Maybe I can help?" The man in red explained that his son had just failed a math test, and he was reviewing fractions to teach him. At 42, he didn’t remember the material and was reteaching himself.
The man in black revealed that he used to be a math teacher and offered to help quiz him. Whenever the man in red made a mistake, it was broken down and corrected. By the end of the train ride, he had a clearer understanding and a new approach to teach his son. It’s moments like these that I appreciate, as most people often overlook what others are going through.

Credit goes to the first owner ✍️

12/16/2024

The night before Thanksgiving, I was walking through our basement with an armload of firewood when I saw something that I could not quite believe. It was confusing and heartrending at the same time. A small mouse was sitting upright in the middle of our basement. It was hunched over, hanging its head with its eyes closed, and this may sound crazy, but it looked sad and completely defeated.
I approached it slowly, hoping that it was just fast asleep, drunk on whatever food it had managed to scrounge from our cellar. Sadly, that was not the case. As I reached out a hand to let it know that I was close, it lifted its head, looked up at me sideways, and slumped, hanging its head and closing its eyes again. It made no attempt to move. It was vulnerable and helpless.
As I gently picked it up, it did not protest - it assumed the same position. It looked up at me once, dropped its head to its chest again, and closed its eyes. Within a few minutes, it was asleep in my hand.
Close inspection revealed an injured rear leg that the mouse was dragging behind it. We consulted with a wildlife rehabilitator who was at capacity but offered valuable advice. She said it was likely nerve damage and suggested a week of cage rest to see if the injury would resolve on its own. So we spent the holiday weekend creating a habitat for and feeding our new guests. And we are seeing significant progress already.
Our guest will be with us for a few more days until it is strong enough to be integrated with a colony - at that time, we'll bring it to our dear friend Ellen Jareckie, a wildlife rehabilitator and the artist behind House-Mouse Designs. She will keep the mouse through the winter and release it when it is stronger, in early spring.
I think it would be safe to assume that many who read this will believe that I am nuts for spending days trying to rehabilitate a mouse, and I understand. But seeing a small, helpless creature in a vulnerable state broke my heart. I had to do something.
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Update: We adopted Pilgrim - he has a permanent injury so we cannot release him (he cannot run normally). But he is thriving, and he has his own Facebook group now.
Story and Photo Credits: Neil Brogan

12/03/2024

I often joke that my 11-year-old is like an immovable slug, so when I asked him to help me unload dirt from our little pickup into his mom's new garden boxes, his response was pretty typical.
“Ummmm… I’m busy right now,” he said, totally absorbed in playing Roblox on the family laptop, dressed in sweatpants and an old T-shirt, lounging on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table.
“No, you’re not,” I replied.
There was the usual back-and-forth—whining, excuses, you name it. A little while later, we found ourselves next to a wheelbarrow shoveling dirt. He looked at me with those flat eyes, his hoodie pulled up, shoulders slumped, and asked, “Why do we have to do this?”
I paused for a second, because honestly, it was a fair question. Neither of us were really into flowers or veggies, or anything that would grow in those boxes. But my wife, Mel, absolutely loves gardening.
After thinking it over, I finally said, “When you love someone, you serve them.” I went on to explain that I want him to grow up to be the kind of guy who takes care of his family, friends, and community.
“This,” I said, gesturing to the dirt, the garden boxes I had built the weekend before, the wheelbarrow and shovel, and the first of many truckloads of dirt we’d be unloading over the next few weeks, “...is what love looks like.”
He wasn’t thrilled with my answer, and I could tell as he reluctantly picked his shovel back up.
We finished unloading the dirt, and the next day, while I was at work and the kids and Mel were off because it was a break between terms, Mel sent me a picture. She had picked up another load of dirt, and before she could even unload it, Tristan jumped in to help. When she asked him why he was doing it, he just shrugged and said, “Because I love you.”
I can’t tell you how proud I felt of my son in that moment

12/02/2024

“This Momma just cried in the middle of Target. We were at Target waiting on Grammi and we found some dinosaurs. Owen grabbed all 3 and we were trying to pick out which one he wanted when Owen abruptly yelled ‘HI’ at this older man walking past us.
He turned around and said ‘hey sweet boy’ he proceeded to play dinosaurs with Owen. With this crazy world we live in I was a little hesitant as to how close he was with Owen. The man got his wallet out and pulled $20 out, he put it in Owens pocket on his shirt and said ‘I just lost my 2 year old grandson last week. You take this money and buy this boy all three dinosaurs’ and rubbed Owens back, wiped his tears and walked off.
After Owen yelled ‘thank you’ the gentleman turned around and yelled boomer sooner! There is still some good in this world!”
Credit: Alyssa Hacker

12/02/2024

Throwing away coffee grounds is the stupidest thing you can do. It is an invaluable help at home and in the garden,
Throwing away coffee grounds is a mistake, as they have multiple uses both at home and in the garden.
Coffee grounds, rich in potassium, act as a natural fertilizer, improve plant resistance and are excellent for compost.
Additionally, coffee grounds attract earthworms, benefit the soil, and repel pests such as slugs and moles.
At home, coffee grounds absorb odors and can be used to freshen the refrigerator and other areas, mixed with essential oils for a pleasant aroma.
They also serve to cover scratches on furniture, darken hair naturally, soften hands, and maintain the color of dark clothes in the washing machine.
One-Line Summary: Coffee grounds are a valuable resource in the home and garden, offering benefits as a natural fertilizer, pest repellent, and deodorizer.

12/02/2024

"She was distraught - to put it mildly."
"She witnessed that poor turtle get run over and she felt so incredibly bad for it. Its shell was fractured in many places. She called us begging for help.
Though we can repair turtle shells, when she arrived with this turtle, I could see that this injury was beyond repair. The only thing we could offer this poor creature was to put it out of its misery. I was honest with her. We couldn’t save the turtle.
She understood. From the cracks in her shell, I was able to see a few eggs. She was a mama ready to lay. We were able to remove all seven eggs from her and get them in an incubator.
The woman who brought them had intended to try and save one life. When I told her, it couldn’t be done, she was heartbroken but understood.
I know she follows us - and I want to make sure she is aware, she didn’t save one life. Kristin - you saved seven….
Things don’t always end up the way we want. Eggs are a symbol of new life. They are precious and their lives were saved because of one kind and caring human being."
Credit - Newhouse Wildlife Rescue

12/01/2024

A mom will text her twenty-year-old child,
letting him know it's going to rain and not to forget an umbrella.⁣
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She calls to see how the first day of school separation went for her grandkids and if her daughter made it to the car before tears streamed down her face.⁣
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She watches her daughter's baby,
so she can shower and take care of her postpartum body.⁣
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She texts her forty-year-old son,
making sure he’s home safe from a wedding because knowing that is still the only way she can sleep well.⁣
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She buys her thirty-four-year-old daughter Wetzel’s Pretzels when she goes to the mall,
because she knows how much her daughter loves them.⁣
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And no,
she no longer needs to do these things,⁣ but she does them anyway.⁣
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Because a mother always wants to make life easier for her kids when she can⁣,
even when they’re capable,
responsible humans and can do all the things for themselves.⁣
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And she always wants to know they’re safe.⁣
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Because mothering doesn’t stop when her kids turn eighteen,
move far away,
or have their own kids.⁣
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It just changes.⁣

11/29/2024

Last year, my son got suspended from school. Three boys surrounded him and started bullying him. He stayed calm and tried to walk away, but one of them blocked his path.
Then, one of the boys said two horrible things that changed my son’s life. He said, “I’m glad your mom’s in a wheelchair. And I hope one of her seizures kills her.” You see, our family has already suffered a big loss.
In April, it will be 11 years since my daughter, his sister, passed away when she was just 14 months old. So hearing this boy say he hoped I would die was too much for my son. He turned to the boy in charge and punched him right in the nose.— with Wow Scenery.
The school didn’t care what the boy had said—they suspended my son because he fought back. So I took him out for ice cream. There are times when words really do go too far, and I fully support my son's choice to finally say, “Enough.”
He knows that hitting someone has consequences, but he also knows that in life, there will be moments when he needs to stand up for what’s right. And I’ll always be there to support him when he does.
Submitted by Liana.

11/28/2024

Hi I posted a couple days ago about mr fox sleeping in the bed I got him and here he is this evening .
A few of the comments made quite upset me so I want to put this straight….
I’m not doing this for me …. He has been coming to my garden since I moved in 9 weeks ago and is very tame and when I saw him sleeping under the trees all wet and sad I had the idea for the beds.
He is free to come and go as he wants I’m not trapping him or keeping him as a pet
He often brings his mate
I have no intention of moving for years so he will always have me and my partner
In such a harsh world, all I'm striving to do is offer this sweetie some solace to rest his head upon, along with nourishment.
I hope that clears up some nasty comments about me trying to Make him a pet and how awful I am.

11/27/2024

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.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'
There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
I hope you all have a blessed day and lots of gifts ahead of you a great greate truth

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