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OPEN WAY, 1849 Washington Street, Pettus, TX (2025)

03/09/2025

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03/08/2025

“I was out looking at thrift shops with a teenage girl who has significant acquired brain injuries suffered as a baby.

This girl has been fixated on Quinceanera dresses, ball gowns and Victorian era hair styles.

When ever I work with her I curl her hair and do her makeup for her she looks into the mirror so proudly afterwards. This morning I did this and we looked at pictures of ball gowns (sooooo many pictures) and decided we'd go look at some thrift shops to see if there was any fancy evening wear. No luck there but this girl insisted I take her to a local dancewear/formal wear shop.

This shop has been there for a long time and is tucked away in the suburbs.

This girl was so excited and was jumping up and down at the sight of the gowns and chewed the owners ear off with questions about every single dress, the owner of the store let her try some dresses on and even fitted a tiara on her head. The girl was absolutely beaming and posing like I've never seen before. The girl was telling the owner that it's her 15th birthday this year and she wants a ballgown to wear to celebrate.

Long story short the incredibly kind owner GAVE this girl a gown, a tiara and a necklace, worth hundreds of dollars. She gifted it to her for her birthday.

This lovely, patient, generous and compassionate woman just made a magical moment and memory for a girl who really needed this.”

Source: Sunny Skyz

03/08/2025

Very, very proud of you, Julie Evans Schaferling. Today she met the man that died. At 0300am on a Saturday morning coming home from work, Julie drove up on a car wreck on FM1488 where a single vehicle left the road, struck a pole and partially ejected the driver. She told the 911 dispatcher exactly where the accident was and maintained her calm as she informed them that the male was trapped in the vehicle, sending additional rescue equipment. Magnolia Fire, Montgomery County Sheriff, and MCHD responded. Julie stayed with him until they arrived. Many of the responders recognized her and began treating him based on her assessment. They intubated him through the windshield as the fire department cut the vehicle away from him. She never left his side. When she got home and told the story, I was proud of her for doing what she could on that dark road in the middle of the night, but we both knew from many, many similar calls, that chances were not good at all and we left it at that. The only update she got from the EMS crews in the days that followed was that he lost pulses 3 times during transport. Anyone who has worked in trauma for any length of time will tell you, the chances of survival, much less any meaningful recovery from that condition are next to 0%. He had broken bones in his face, arms and legs, multiple broken ribs, a collapsed lung, a lacerated liver, and major blood loss. Fast forward 2 months, and she gets a friend request on facebook. Today, she got to meet him."
Credit: Jim Schaferling Jr.

03/08/2025

This morning in Martinsburg, I noticed a woman walking along the road. At first, I drove past her, but then I decided to turn around and check if she was okay.

I slowed down, even though there was traffic, and asked her if she was alright. She looked at me, didn’t say a word, and kept walking. Feeling concerned, I called 911 to report it. I found out that others had called too, and the police had talked to her; she mentioned she was heading to the store. I paused for a moment, puzzled because there weren’t any stores for miles in the direction she was going. So, I waited. Eventually, she crossed the street, and I pulled up, rolled down my window, and asked her again if she was okay. She repeated that she was walking to the store, just like the dispatcher said. This time, I asked her which store. She said it was the bank and then the store, and when I asked where the store was, she replied, "Hedgesville."

I was shocked—Hedgesville is a 10-minute drive from where we were chatting. She leaned on my window, and I asked her why she was walking. She shared that she was from Hedgesville, her son had passed away, and they moved her to Martinsburg, which felt too far from everything familiar. Tears filled her eyes as she said, "So I am walking."

I offered her a ride. She looked a bit confused, so I assured her to get in, and I would take her where she needed to go and make sure she got home safely. Once she got in my car, the most amazing stories started pouring out.

Her name is Isabelle, she’s 93 years old, and she’s a full-blooded Indian. As we drove, she pointed out the mountain where she was born and told me that the roads we were on used to be dirt, which she walked as a young girl. She shared stories about her five husbands, the first one marrying her when she was just 13. She talked about Pearl Harbor and the Hindenburg. She was incredible, full of life and laughter.

I took her to the Food Lion she wanted to visit. Before she walked in, I told her I'd wait for her. When she came out, she had just a single bag with a container of instant coffee. She saw me and smiled. She got back in and laughed, asking if I knew where she was going because she didn’t. I laughed back and told her I would take her home. She looked at me and asked, "Do you know where I live?" I smiled and said I didn’t, but we could drive and she could try to remember along the way.

Again, she shared stories about her family and how they "kept it in the family," along with tales of her children. She was such a sweet lady. She continued telling me about the buildings and land, sharing what came and went. She pointed out where the hospital used to be and how it used to be the orchard where she worked when she was 12. She reminisced about her first love, a farmhand who was forbidden to love a "red girl."

I finally got her home, and she looked at me and thanked me. I handed her a card with my name and number, telling her to call me anytime she needed a ride. She looked at me, a bit confused, and said, "I don’t know where you came from, but thank you."

I might never hear from Isabelle again or see her, but she gave me one of the most incredible mini-adventures by letting me glimpse back in time through her stories. I hope Isabelle is okay and knows how incredible she is, as she truly touched my life today.

Let this be a reminder to anyone who feels that gut instinct to reach out and help a stranger. 🙂
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners

03/07/2025

A 12-year-old boy falls from the boat into the middle of the ocean without anyone noticing.

Scott Welsh, a 40-year-old man from New Zealand, is passionate about fishing. He also passed this passion on to his 12-year-old son, Rico. The two, together with Krunar, the boy’s uncle go fishing whenever they have the opportunity. They were in various exotic places, where they fished all kinds of rare fish.

The three planned their next fishing trip. They decided to go by motorboat in the ocean.

After preparing everything they needed, they set off in the morning by boat to the south coast, where they hoped to catch some good fish.

After a few hours, the three had already caught a lot of fish, and Rico, the 12-year-old kid, was very excited. The weather began to deteriorate, and a fairly strong wind was blowing from the west.

Being far from the shore, the men decided to return home.

Scott was leading the boat with Krunar, and Rico remained on deck to admire the scenery. A big wave hit the boat, which shook violently. At that moment, Rico fell overboard into the ocean.

Scott and Krunar did not realize that the boy had fallen, so they continued to steer the boat away from the boy who fell into the water.

After 5 minutes, Scott realized that Rico was missing and immediately returned the boat. He could see Rico in the water from a great distance.
When they reached him, the boy could no longer stay afloat because of the waves and sank.

As he was preparing to jump into the water, Scott and Krunar witnessed an amazing scene. A family of killer whales were swimming around Rico.

Where one of the whales sank and pushed the boy with her snout close to the boat, so that Scott could grab the boy by the hand.

The two men, along with Rico, were shocked. A killer whale rescued the 12-year-old boy.
“When I saw the killer whales, I was very scared and scared for Rico’s life. I was going to jump in the water to help my son, even if it meant dying myself. I can’t forget the image when that whale pushed Rico very carefully with its huge snout. It was a unique experience that we will never forget. ”
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners

03/06/2025

NORTHERN DANCER 🏆
Small and stocky, the bonny bay c**t was built more like an old-style Quarter Horse than a sleek Thoroughbred. In 1962, he was offered for $25,000 at his yearling sale. There were no takers. Two years later, in the lead-up to the Kentucky Derby the press poked fun at the c**t’s pint-size (15.1 hands) stature. Then Northern Dancer uncorked a jaw-dropping two-minute flat run breaking the 89-year-old track record and become the first Canadian-born and -bred horse to win the world’s most famous race.
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners

03/05/2025

Dear Woman Behind Me in Line at the Grocery Store,
You don’t know me. You have no idea what my life has been like since October 1, 2013. You have no idea that my family has been through the wringer. You don’t know that we’ve faced unbelievable hardship. You have no idea that we’ve been humiliated, humbled, and left destitute.
You have no idea that I’ve cried more days than not; that I fight every day to keep bitterness from consuming my heart. You have no idea that my husband’s pride was shattered. You don’t know that my kids have carried adult-sized worries on their small shoulders. You have no idea that their innocence was stolen from them for no good reason. You know none of this.
What you do know is that I tried to buy some food for my kids, but the EBT machine was down, so I couldn’t. I didn’t have cash or my debit card with me—only my SNAP card. All you heard was me saying, “No, don’t hold it for me. My kids are hungry now, and I have no other way of paying for this.”
You didn’t judge me. You didn’t sneer, “Maybe you should have fewer kids.” You didn’t say, “Well, get a job and learn to support yourself.” You didn’t look away in embarrassment or shame on my behalf. You didn’t make any assumptions at all.
What you did was pay that $17.38 grocery bill for us. You gave my kids bananas, yogurt, apple juice, cheese sticks, and even a peach iced tea for me—a rare treat and indulgence. You let me hug you as I promised through my tears that I would pay this forward. I will pay someone’s grocery bill for them. That $17.38 may not have been a lot to you, but it was priceless to us.
In the car, my kids couldn’t stop gushing about you—our “angel in disguise.” They prayed for you. They prayed that you would be blessed. You restored some of our lost faith. One simple and small act changed our lives. You’ve probably forgotten about us by now, but we haven’t forgotten about you. You will forever be a part of us, even though we don’t even know your name.
You have no idea how grateful and embarrassed I am that we pay for all our food with SNAP. We eat well, thanks to the government, and for that, I’m grateful. I love that the government ensures my kids are cared for—it’s one less worry for us. But I also wrestle with pride and embarrassment. I tell people we’re on SNAP, almost defiantly, daring them to judge us.
Only those closest to us know why we’re on SNAP. They know my husband is a hardworking man who was laid off after 17 years in management. They know we were relocated to a new state only to be left homeless when the house that came with his job was no longer ours. Only those closest to us know my husband works part-time while tirelessly searching for more. They know he’s submitted countless applications, with far fewer interviews in return. Too many jobs now only offer part-time work. And it’s not easy for a 40-something-year-old man to find a job that can support a family of five kids.
You don’t know any of this, but it didn’t stop you from showing compassion and generosity to someone you’d never met.
To the woman behind me at the grocery store: You have no idea how much we appreciate you. You have no idea the impact you had on my kids. You have no idea how incredibly thankful I am for you. Your action may have seemed small, but to us, it was monumental.
Thank you.
Thank you for not judging us. Thank you for giving my kids a snack when they were hungry. Thank you.
Just thank you.
Forever,
Andrea
The woman in front of you at the grocery store with the cart full of kids who are no longer hungry.
Credit: Respective owner.

03/04/2025

Your mouth is the first enemy of your life,if u want to live long,close it🤐👌
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners

03/04/2025

My husband and I have three daughters and each of them have children. So, when they have kid-free nights and send our beloved grandchildren to our house for the weekend we have not had room to accommodate them all. We thought about it for a long time, but then my husband suggested we make a triple bunk bed. I didn't understand how at first at all, but then he showed me a drawing on a piece of paper and it became easier, then we started looking for references. Sorry, we are not very good at using the Internet, and my daughters did not want to strain. And I was sitting in this group, and saw a post about remodeling apartments and mention of Tedooo app, I was interested, decided to download and after 20 minutes of searching I found what we need! I also ordered beautiful blankets for the kids with their names on them. This is the result we got, next time when they come, I will lay them new pillowcases with their names on them!
Credit goes to respect 🫡 owners

03/03/2025

In the middle of the city's hustle and bustle, where people walk past each other without noticing, a man stands out not for what he says, but for what he represents. He has no home, no wealth, and no certainty about what tomorrow will bring, but he possesses something far more valuable than all that: the unconditional love of his dogs. He lives on the streets, facing the unforgiving cold in winter and the scorching heat in summer. Despite the hardships, he never complains. He asks for nothing for himself, only for them. These dogs are his family, his reason to keep going.
Every morning, before the city awakens, he rises and gently strokes the backs of his companions who sleep by his side, trying to share the little warmth he has. He carefully adjusts the makeshift blankets he's created from scraps of fabric, making sure they are comfortable and protected. While he endures hunger and loneliness, his only concern is ensuring his friends don’t feel the same abandonment. He shares with them every crumb he receives, sacrificing his own food so they won't go hungry.
Some passersby look at him with curiosity, others with disdain. "If he can't take care of himself, how can he take care of these dogs?" they wonder. But they don't see what he does when no one is watching: how he checks their paws to make sure they’re not hurt, how he covers them with his body when it rains, how he speaks gently to them when they're scared. To him, these dogs are not a burden, but his reason for being. Each wag of their tails is a silent thank you, each loving gaze a promise they’ll never abandon him.
So, night after night, he keeps going, no matter the cold or the obstacles. Because to him, these dogs are not just animals, they are proof that true love cannot be bought, but is given unconditionally, with the soul, expecting nothing in return.
Credits: Animales asombrosos

03/02/2025

I love this picture. Two totally calm men are waiting for the tantrum of the little girl to pass. The two men are the father and grandfather of the two-year-old girl, who lay on the floor and started Throwing a tantrum in the middle of the mall.
Neither of the men loses patience or yells at her. They just wait quietly. They have decided to not give her what she wants – when it doesn’t make sense. Yet they are letting her express her emotions, in this case her anger, at not getting what she wants.
Nobody feels embarrassed about the show the little girl is putting on.
The father's own words when posting this photo explain everything:
This post is about one thing and just the one thing – Get comfortable in the uncomfortable.
There are no perfect parents, but one thing my parents taught me was not being a parent depending on what others think. My dad always let me feel what I needed to feel, even if it was in public and embarrassing. I don't remember him telling me: 'You're embarrassing me! 'o' Don't cry! '. It wasn't until recently that I realized how important it was for my own emotional development. Our kids are learning and processing so much information and they don't know what to do with all these new feelings that come up.""
Let us learn to be comfortable in the uncomfortable. Let us learn to deal with our children's tantrums, with patience and tranquility. Children are children.
Credit: Justin Baldoni

03/01/2025

I hate to break the bad news, but Sam passed away naturally at 18 years old two days ago. He went downhill quickly (less than 10 hours) due to a pericardial effusion. He was just playing with his ball two days before. We stopped at the dog park on the way to the vet for one last cheeseburger. He wouldn’t eat it. When I looked into his eyes, I knew I couldn’t give up on him if there’s something I could’ve done for him. I opted to not put him down, but to drain the effusion to buy us a couple of days to do some testing. No sooner was I signing the credit card payment, when the ER vet came running out and told me he was passing (they completed the procedure, which is supposed to feel relieving, but his body couldn’t handle it). I think the way he went was perfect. He didn’t have much suffering and he fought til the very end. I did, however opt for DNR because why resuscitate him for it to happen all over again? I feel like we both got the closure we needed. I’ll miss him very much but I’m so glad we both went out fighting and loving each other.

Credit goes to respective owner.

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