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NirInspire, Winter Park, FL (2025)

10/31/2025

The Boss Who Changed Everything
Yesterday, Sarah stared at her calendar in panic. Her 8-year-old daughter's first school play was at 2 PM—the exact same time as the "urgent" client presentation her boss had scheduled. Another working parent facing an impossible choice.
Then she saw the email that changed everything.
Her boss, a single father who'd built his company from nothing, had sent a message to all 47 employees that morning. But this wasn't your typical corporate memo.
"I hired you to be better providers to your family, not to take you away from them," he wrote. "When you have to choose between your child's school play and my meeting—choose them. Every time."
He continued: "I'd rather close this company than watch you miss your daughter's first solo or see you broken because work kept you from fixing things at home. They were your family before you became mine."
The twist? He'd rescheduled the entire client presentation after remembering his own daughter's play from years ago—the one he'd missed for a meeting he couldn't even remember now.
Sarah made it to the play. So did three other parents from her office.
When local news asked him about his "radical" policy, he simply shrugged: "Happy homes make happy workers. It's not rocket science."
His company just posted their best quarterly results ever.
Sometimes the most revolutionary act is simply remembering what actually matters.

Credit goes to the respective owner.
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"So, I was just at Walmart, buying school supplies for my kids, when this man started asking me questions (like why are you buying 150 notebooks).
I explained that I teach science and it wasn't worth the hassle of trying to get kids to bring their own notebooks, and that it takes away from time I could be teaching them. He then proceeded to pay my entire cart of classroom supplies.
I started crying and hugged him and asked for a picture. His son was watching the whole thing too. There are some really good people in this world."

Credit BrinaBri
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"My daughter and I just had the sweetest experience and best customer service when we stopped for ice water at Quiktrip in Newnan!

Adeley had fallen and scraped her knee and was being totally over the top about it. When we went to the cashier, Dedrick, I asked if he had any bandaids I could just put on her knee.

This sweet man went and changed gloves, got neosporin, and went and opened a box of band aids off the shelf. He then came out and doctored her up and made her giggle.

I almost didn’t share this because maybe it seems like something so small, but I seriously was just blown away by his care and concern for customers that were simply purchasing $1.00 in ice waters. But the world needs more positivity. Quiktrip, you have an awesome employee!"

❤️

Credit Chelsie Farr
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10/31/2025

“Yesterday I went from celebrating an 11-year-old boys birthday party with my brothers and sisters at work to responding to the absolutely tragic death of two babies.

This is the other side.

The raw side that nobody talks about.

The side everyone who isn’t in law enforcement doesn’t realize happens to us... but believe it or not, we grieve too. We are humans. You just don’t know because once we leave that terrible, heart wrenching call, we come to you and there are no tears or anger from the last call we were at. We’re just there to take care of you.

I simply ‘file it away’ as I tell people that ask, ‘How do you deal with the things you’ve seen?’

This picture was taken a few hours into my shift today and you guessed it, I had to wipe those tears up and go to the next call.

I wholeheartedly understand I’m not the only person affected by this, and there are so many people, family included, who this affects more than me - I understand that and I am not trying to take anything away from anyone at all. It’s simply on my heart to share this tonight.

I know with what’s going on in our world right now it won’t accomplish much, but I just pray you have mercy on all of us. We are all fighting a battle that you can’t see just by looking at us. We take this uniform off every night and we crawl into bed and have to learn how to process the grief, just like any other human being.

To my brothers and sisters who are battling it too, thank you for not giving up and I am always here to listen.”

Credit Andrea Morey
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“I got the call from a co-worker. He took a turn for the worse, and it looks like today will be the day he goes back home. It was my only day off in a 6 day stretch, but this didn't even cross my mind when I hopped in the car and headed to the hospital.

As I opened the door to the butterfly room, I was met with a distraught father pacing and a tear-stained faced mother clutching her bundled baby. My heart broke in that moment, but I knew my role in this room. This was not about me; this was about a family breaking straight down the middle.

I hugged her instantly. ‘I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.’

I repeated the words over and over again, praying they could help take away some of the pain, but knowing all too well they couldn't.

She handed her bundle to me saying, ‘I know he would want you to hold him one more time, too.’

It almost pushed my topping over the edge of my put together nurse facade. As I clutched her most prized possession, I apologized to him, too. As we listened to his soft, slow breaths, we talked about his short, but impactful life. How I would never forget them, how he taught me so much, and how wonderful it was that all he knew in this life was love. And through her grief, she smiled, knowing that her strong, courageous boy had a purpose on this Earth.

I stuck around for hours, occasionally checking in. And when she requested me after his sweet soul left, I said a prayer for strength as I opened the door to a woman completely overcome with grief. ‘It didn't feel right handing him to anyone else but you.’

As we hugged, I felt her weight collapse on me. I held him tight as I headed back onto the unit.

You see, this is what's written between the lines of my job description. Part of the consequence of loving on these fragile babies is pain, but I'll take it. How wonderfully humbling to be in this place, with this family, with this sweet boy.

What an honor to be chosen for this profession where the pain can be great, but the love? Even greater. And that evening as I went home and allowed my heart to hurt, I set an alarm for 5 a.m. to show up for another baby who needed me. This world is unfair, and these hospital walls hold more grief, but also more joy, than any other place I know.

This story isn't unique to me; the world is filled with wonderful nurses who have similar stories of love and loss. So, give the healthcare worker in your life a hug, a call, a text-they just might need it.”

Credit Lauren S
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“This is Miss Jones. She was my first-grade teacher. I LOVED her, I idolized her, I thought she was the prettiest woman in the world. I grew up in predominantly white communities, so it was rare that I saw another person that looked like me. The recent events have really brought me back to the childhood memories of racism I experienced. I started going through old photos to find this one picture of my first-grade teacher. She was the first person to make me feel like I belonged.

Miss Jones was a fantastic teacher; she would talk to us about important things like the importance of voting while having us do a mock election. But most importantly she taught us about racism, slavery, and the civil rights movement. We all listened so intently as she described her experiences and didn’t sugarcoat anything.

I have a distinct memory of her saying, ‘People like me or Laura wouldn't even have been allowed to be at this school.’ And let me tell you, I've been singled out for looking different before but this time I was proud. She was shining a light on something that no one else in the class could understand. Even though the subject matter was sad, I still felt seen. She spoke about her culture with so much pride, even at 6 it made an impact on me. I looked up to her so much.

Unfortunately, after 1st grade we moved to Arizona and I would never have a black teacher again and I would continue to be an ‘other.’

It’s probably hard for a white person to understand what it feels like to never see people who look like you in magazines or TV or in any position of power growing up.

As I was sifting through boxes to find this picture, I stumbled on something else. A project I did as a kid where we had to draw ourselves, I drew myself with white skin and light brown hair. They asked us to write a story and mine was about a blonde girl with blue eyes. There was also an area for facts about us and one said: what would you change if you could? I wrote that, ‘I would change my hair because I hate it.’ By 4th grade I had already learned to hate myself. To feel less than because I would never be white or have ‘good hair’. My heart broke realizing just how much race had played a role in my self-esteem.

Representation is so important. Women like Miss Jones are so important. She was strong, beautiful, brilliant, and most importantly she was unapologetic about who she was, she was proud to be a black woman. And I would like to start being unapologetic as well.

I wish every child was taught black history by a black teacher. Black women don't just matter, black women are needed. Black women are essential. Black women are role models. Black women have broken down boundaries and paved the way and inspired all of us.

I wish I could find Miss Jones and thank her, but I guess for now I will thank all black women.”

Credit Laura Amoretti
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"I worked so hard to pump this milk for my sick daughter. She passed on November 30th.

I am SO excited for all the little NICU babies who are getting my 455 OUNCES of milk I pumped for my little girl. This is the best way I knew to help her live on! ❤️"

Credit Taylor Prats
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"About a week ago my 8-year-old daughter Evalyn underwent a cardiac catheterization, her 4th of this type of invasive heart procedure, at Boston Children's Hospital.

When she went into the procedure, our daughter had a loose tooth. In order to intubate her, after she was asleep the anesthesia team needed to help the tooth along and take it out. We expected this might be the case.

What we didn’t expect was that the anesthesia team also arranged a visit from the Tooth Fairy while our daughter was asleep in the cath lab.

While we sat with our daughter as she woke up in Recovery, one of the anesthesiologists handed me this bag with Evalyn’s tooth and $2 from the Tooth Fairy. A surprising gesture of kindness and a much-needed moment of normalcy during a very surreal time.

You don’t have to remind me that not all heroes wear capes." ❤️

Credit Mia Carella, Writer
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"Last year, I had the pleasure of sitting next to Hal on my flight back home. His daughter Pierce was our flight attendant who had to work all of Christmas.
So, Hal decided he would spend the holidays with her. He told me he was flying on each of her flights on Christmas and the day after, all around the country, just to spend time with his daughter for the holidays.
What a fantastic father he was! I wish them both a very Merry Christmas!"

Credit Mike Levy
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"Want a good laugh? Read on.⁣
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Last weekend my husband and daughter attended their very first Daddy/Daughter Dance. When I purchased the tickets online, I saw it was a circus-themed event, so I dressed my people accordingly.⁣
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Months prior at the Mother/Son Dance, everyone was costumed as aliens and space cadets, so you can imagine our surprise when my family entered the building and saw this event was actually a circus-themed prom for four-year-olds. Yes, I’m talking gowns, fur coats, corsages, hair professionally done—and that was just the kids. The dads were in formal suits.⁣
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And there was my husband...in his top hat.⁣
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Because of my children’s autism my family often stands out as different, but this time we literally did. And you know what? I’m okay with that! It was a laughable moment, and a memory made, and didn’t stop my daughter from dancing.⁣
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The shirt my husband was wearing by the wise P.T. Barnum couldn’t have held more true:⁣
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'No one ever made a difference by being like everyone else.'
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That’s right, Mr. Barnum. You may have created the original circus, but welcome to mine."

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"We started this tablecloth in 2000. It has the names of everyone we've shared Thanksgiving with each year. Each year is a different color. I am so grateful to have the signatures of those who have left us. . . mom, David's dad, our daughter Mary. It has scribbles of grands and special messages. Everyone signs it at our Thanksgiving and then I embroider it each year and it is quite a treasure to me. Along the edge is a key of what color goes with what year. Thanksgiving is this weekend at our house so we are ready for a new set of signatures." ❤️

Credit Deb Mills
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"Dear Society:

Please be kind to those with a broken heart this holiday season.

Please understand they are doing the best they can.

Please remember there is no time frame for grief.

Grief, in one form or another, will always be felt.

Please know that for some,

This is the absolute most difficult time of the year.

The depths of the pain.

Bursting at the seams.

Please be empathetic.

Caring.

And non-judgmental.

Please think about how you would feel.

If your everything

Were no longer here.

Please extend a hand.

A hug.

And some love.

Please know we may need you now.

More than ever before.

Please know you cannot heal our grief.

Or our broken heart.

Nor do we want you to.

Please respect our wishes.

And always offer us an invitation.

Even if we do not want to attend.

Please know we are not jealous of your joy.

But that seeing others happy can be a devastating reminder.

Of the pronounced void that now exists.

Please love us.

Through our pain.

And above all else.

Please.

Say their name."

Credit Better Not Bitter Widower with Coach John Polo
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