Mind Menace

24/08/2025

The most intelligent family in England and certainly in the world, is African and originally from Nigeria. They are in the Guinness Book of Records as the most intelligent family in England.
In the Imafidon family, there are twins Peter and Paula, who obtained the equivalent of high school at the age of 9 and became the youngest to attend the University of Cambridge, where they broke the record for mathematics at this university. In addition, both are national champions in sports disciplines.
The funny thing is that this record was brought before them by their older sister Cristina Imafidon, who had obtained high school at the age of 11 and at 14 was pursuing a master's degree in mathematics and statistics.
But this is not all, there is also sister Samantha Imafidon who was in 3rd grade at 8 years old. And who is the UK national 100m champion? Imafidon children break all records.
His father is a famous professor at Oxford University

24/08/2025

This is probably going to tick some people off, and I hope it does. But I’m going to keep on sharing it and saying it. And once again, I am not a Swiftie, but I am a human being, a Dad AND, a Monstrous Football fan.
I am extremely disappointed in so many of you who think that "not being a fan" of someone means you're entitled to s**t all over them.
I want to remind you of something.
Your children are watching you complain about Taylor Swift sitting at a football game, being happy, and cheering for a man she loves in what appears to be a very loving, respectful relationship.
Your Children are watching you judge a woman for literally just EXISTING and taking up space happily.
And you know what? Ms. Swift has won 324 awards? How many do you have?
She brought $5 BILLION dollars in consumer spending and boosted the U. S. economy so significantly, that leaders from other countries actually beg for her to play there?
Did you know that there are over 20 college courses about her skills as an artist, lyricist, and musician - including at places like Harvard, Stanford & UC Berkeley?
Did you know that Taylor Swift quietly donates mass amounts of money to local food banks in every city she performs in?
AND DID YOU KNOW …
That Taylor Swift was sexually assaulted by a radio DJ, and she got him fired? When he sued HER for over $3 million for defamation, she counter sued for a symbolic $1 in a court case that took 2 YEARS for her to win. And, she did that just to show women that fighting for what's right has no price tag & to never be silent in the face of oppression.
WELL IF YOU DON’T CARE BY NOW, YOU SHOULD.
Because your daughters, nieces, and your nephews are watching you run your mouth. And they are seeing the world hate a woman who does so much good, simply because she exists in their line of sight.
DO BETTER PEOPLE.
Teach your boys to respect women. Teach your girls that as women - they are ALLOWED to take up space.
Fix it. Become aware of your words. Because we all have the ability and the obligation to fight for the future of our children with simple moments. And we need to consciously choose to be better for them.

24/08/2025

It was never meant to be a moment etched in baseball history. No one walked into Fenway Park on August 8, 1982, expecting to witness anything more than the usual rhythm of summer baseball—hot dogs in hand, scorecards scrawled with pencil, and the comforting murmur of the crowd blending with the sounds of the game.

But that day, the game itself became a footnote.

The crack of a bat broke through the afternoon air, a sharp, clean sound that sent a foul ball screaming toward the stands. In the split-second that followed, time seemed to slow for everyone—except for one man.

A four-year-old boy, there to enjoy the game with his family, didn’t have time to react. The ball struck him in the head. Gasps rippled through the stadium, and in a heartbeat, joy turned to dread. Spectators rose in confusion, and panic began to mount. The boy collapsed. His family froze. Security hesitated. Medical help was somewhere in the maze of Fenway.

Then Jim Rice moved.

From the dugout, the Red Sox slugger had seen the whole thing. And in that moment, he didn’t think about the game, the cameras, or the risk. He didn’t call for help. He didn’t point fingers. He ran.

He sprinted into the stands, lifting the unconscious child into his arms like he’d known him his whole life. He didn’t cradle him with caution—he held him with a purpose, with urgency, with the unmistakable determination of someone who had already decided this boy was going to live. No security checkpoint, no crowd control—just one man weaving through the chaos with a bleeding child in his arms and his heart in his throat.

Rice laid the boy on the dugout floor where team doctors were waiting. EMTs arrived, and eventually the boy was taken to the hospital. He survived. Not because it was a miracle. Because Jim Rice made it happen.

Doctors later said that if Rice hadn’t acted so quickly, that boy might not have made it through the night. It wasn’t just the gesture—it was the seconds he saved. Seconds that mattered.

And still, the story didn’t end there.

Rice visited the hospital later, quietly, away from the headlines. That’s when he learned the family didn’t have much—no wealth, no cushion for hospital bills. And again, Rice did something that never showed up in any stat sheet. He walked to the hospital’s business office and made sure the medical costs were redirected to him.

No press release. No spotlight. Just grace.

He returned to the game that same day wearing a bloodstained uniform, no theatrics, no posturing. Just a man who had done something heroic and saw no reason to tell anyone about it.

This wasn’t a baseball moment. This wasn’t a highlight reel or a tale to inflate a career. It was human. Raw. Real.

And maybe that’s what makes it unforgettable. Because in the midst of a game designed to celebrate strength, speed, and stats, Jim Rice reminded the world that true greatness isn’t measured in home runs or batting averages.

It’s measured in instinct. In compassion. In the willingness to run into the stands—not for glory, but for life.

That moment—more than any MVP award or All-Star appearance—became the truest mark of Jim Rice’s legacy. A legacy written not just in the record books, but in the life he saved.

24/08/2025

"My little buddy went back to school. 🌄

I talked to him I told him, "If your studies, your food and your studies are paid by the bakery" every day he comes to show me the tasks done and I help him with them. I am his representative at school since he came to town alone and lived on the street.

I am Rosangela Amaral, owner of the bakery "Cafe con leche" in the Brazilian town Espiritu Santo.

I believe in him and in a better world! ❤

24/08/2025

I found them outside, in the cold. Just a simple cardboard box placed on the edge of the sidewalk, half-covered in melting snow. I was passing by by chance — or maybe it wasn’t chance at all. Maybe something pushed me to go out at that very moment. Whatever it was, I stopped in my tracks.

Inside, curled up on herself, was a mother dog. She was trembling — not just from the cold, but from fear, from confusion. Pressed against her belly were three tiny puppies, huddled like buds in the heart of winter. Their frail little bodies were trying to soak up the slightest trace of warmth, of life, of comfort. And she, despite the exhaustion, despite the hunger, protected them as best she could.

I lost my breath. It was the kind of scene that tightens your throat, that brings tears to your eyes even if you try to hold them back. It was -2°C. The icy wind spared no one. And yet, this mother had chosen not to run, not to abandon them — even at the cost of her own body, which had become a shield.

I approached slowly. I didn’t reach out right away. I just looked at her, spoke softly. She lifted her head, just a little, enough to meet my gaze. It wasn’t a look of anger, or even of mistrust. It was a look of desperation — but also of hope. As if she were saying: “I have nothing left, but they… they still have their whole lives ahead of them. Help us.”

So I extended my jacket and picked up the box like a fragile treasure. I felt the pups whimper softly, the mother shifting slightly to avoid crushing them. In the car, I held them close, heater blasting. And the entire ride, she never took her eyes off me.

Today, they are warm. Fed, cared for, loved. The mother has regained her strength. She’s even starting to wag her tail. The puppies sleep curled up together on a big soft cushion. They don’t yet know they were abandoned, or how lucky they were. But what they do know is that they are safe — and that their mother never stopped loving them, even when the world seemed to forget they existed.

I don’t know who left them there. And maybe I don’t want to know. What I do know is that this box on the sidewalk contained far more than animals in distress. It held a lesson in courage, devotion, and unconditional love.

24/08/2025

24/08/2025

Never forget this. ❤️🇺🇸
On 9/11, just three minutes before United Airlines Flight 175 struck the South Tower, passenger Brian Sweeney called his wife Julie one last time.
“Jules, this is Brian. Listen, I’m on an airplane that’s been hijacked. If things don’t go well, and it’s not looking good, I just want you to know I absolutely love you. I want you to do good, go have good times. Same to my parents and everybody, and I just totally love you, and I’ll see you when you get there.”
Julie missed the call while teaching her high school class that morning. She only heard his final message when she returned home and learned he was gone.
A husband’s last words. A love that endures forever.
We remember. 🕯️

24/08/2025

"Two weeks ago, my 90-year-old mother, Catherine Ritchie, was preparing herself for bed at around 9pm. After brushing her teeth and hair, she turned around to find her bed completely engulfed in flames. She made an attempt to extinguish the flames herself by throwing blankets and pillows on the fire. The smoke and heat were so overwhelming that she immediately got disoriented, gave up fighting the fire, and decided to flee. She pushed the emergency call button she wears on her necklace, called 911, and attempted to get out of her now engulfed bedroom. She walked into the closet several times thinking it was the door that leads to the hallway. It wasn’t. She couldn’t find her way out. She was stuck. Smoke everywhere.
Across the street, 4 boys saw the smoke and reflection of flames. Not an adult in sight. 4 kids who took immediate action to save an elderly woman who they couldn’t guarantee was home and who 3 of them had never even met. One started breaking the glass on the front door. One called 911. One went to the back door and began kicking it in. One went to the neighbors for an ax and help. Within minutes, a door was kicked in by a 14-year-old child who found my mother in the hallway outside of her bedroom and picked her up in his arms. Kids who are told about all the things they aren’t old enough to do saved the life of the most precious and beloved woman we know. Courageous young men. Young men who risked their own lives, their own safety, perhaps their good standing with their parents who might have chosen for them to do otherwise, and they carried my mother out of her burning home into the street, where firetrucks and ambulances would soon arrive.
Dylan Wick – 16 years old, Nick Byrd – 14 years old, Seth Byrd – 16 years old, and Wyatt Hall – 17 years old, thank you! Thank you for your selfless acts of heroism and courage. Thank you for not allowing this to be the tragic end to our mother’s amazing life. Thank you for staying with her, hugging her, and helping her feel less alone until we could get to her. Thank you for being the kind of young men who thought about another person above yourselves. Thank you for staying safe yourselves as well. Thank you to your parents who obviously raised you in such a way that lead to you making life saving and heroic decisions on behalf of someone else. Thank you for more than we know how to thank you for! We will forever be indebted to the time you bought for us and the example you set for us. God Bless each of you for being such a blessing to us.
Sincerely,
Michael Ritchie, Karen Ritchie Sontag, Pat Ritchie, Jimmy Ritchie, Kelly Ritchie, John Ritchie, Tim Ritchie, Tom Ritchie, Missy Ritchie Nicholas, Ryan Ritchie, and 42 very grateful grandchildren."

24/08/2025

So remember when I posted here asking what to do about my neighbor who put up a security camera that pointed straight into our yard? Yeah… that spiraled fast. There were all kinds of suggestions (some of them wild), and honestly, I was ready to march over with a shovel and my loudest voice.

But you all gave me one piece of advice I couldn’t stop thinking about: "Ask him why."

So I did. And y’all… he didn’t even realize it was angled that way. He’d just gone through a divorce, was living alone, and wanted to feel “less boxed in, but still safe.” Then he pointed to a sketch on his patio and said, “I just want to make something beautiful.”

That stopped me cold.

Turns out he’s been wanting to redo the fence for months but didn’t have the time or skills to get it how he imagined. I told him kind of jokingly “Well, I work with wood and clay. Been building furniture and sculptures for years. I’ve got a shop on Tedooo app where I sell my handmade pieces.”

He looked at me and said, “Wait, seriously? Would you help?”

What followed was a weirdly amazing two-week whirlwind of building, sketching, sanding, arguing about stain shades, and laughing over pizza breaks. I told him I’d treat the fence like one of my commissions take full creative lead and I’d add it to my Tedooo app portfolio to help grow my shop. He agreed.

That photo? That’s the result.

What used to be a source of tension is now part of my story. And his.

He took the camera down before I even asked.

Sometimes people don’t mean harm they just need connection. And sometimes fences don’t have to divide. Sometimes they make pretty great bridges.

24/08/2025

HE GOT ON THE TRAIN WITH NO SHOES—AND LEFT WITH MORE THAN JUST A PAIR
I was on my usual subway ride home, zoning out like everyone else, when I noticed this boy get on at the next stop. What stood out wasn’t the backpack or the messy hair—it was that he was barefoot, holding one tattered sneaker and wearing a single mismatched sock. He sat down between two strangers and tried to act like he didn’t notice all the glances.
People can be weird about things like that. Some look away, some stare, but most just pretend they don’t see. But the man sitting on the other side of the boy kept looking down, then back at a bag at his feet. I could tell he was debating something.
After a few stops, the man leaned over, cleared his throat, and said quietly, “Hey, I just bought these for my son, but they might fit you better. He’s got a pair already anyway.” The boy looked up, surprised and a little suspicious, but the man just handed over the brand-new blue sneakers, tags still on.
Everyone pretended not to watch, but you could feel the whole mood in that train car shift. The boy stared at the shoes, then slipped them on. Perfect fit. He whispered “thank you,” but the man just smiled and said, “No worries, kid. Pay it forward someday.
credit to the respective owner🥰🥰

24/08/2025

This month, Girl Scouts proved their cookies are about far more than Thin Mints and Samoas. Nearly 14,000 boxes were collected and sent to U.S. military members through Project Care and Share, offering troops both a taste of home and a reminder that they are never forgotten.

Over 1,700 Girl Scouts worked together to make it happen—learning that true success isn’t just selling cookies, but giving back. “Every scout, every person, can make an impact in their own way,” said Shaylynne Rappazini, the region’s top cookie seller.

For the girls, it was more than a sales milestone. It was a powerful lesson in gratitude, teamwork, and service. For the soldiers who will soon open those boxes, it will mean so much more than just a sweet snack…

👇Full story in the comments.

24/08/2025

🐾 For 173 days, Max waited.
Behind the bars, he watched every visitor with silent hope—for a glance, a wag of a tail. But day after day, people walked past without stopping. Too big, too old, not “friendly” enough... He withdrew into himself, lost in the waiting.

🕊️ Until day 173.

A woman walked in, ignored the chaos of the puppies, and headed straight for him. She knelt down, reached out her hand, and whispered, “You’ve waited long enough, haven’t you?”

In the car, uncertain in the face of this big new world, Max finally rested his head and eyes on her. As if quietly asking, “Is it my turn?”

Yes, Max. This time, you're really going home.
💛 A home, a family, a new life full of love and peace.