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Context: In Brno, Czech Republic, the police stopped a woman for going over the speed limit. The woman then explained that she has a daughter with cancer, who had started bleeding heavily from the nose. The police then started clearing the way for her as she rushed her daughter to the hospital, where she was safely admitted.
I'm on the left.
The man is saying; “He was thirsty and clung to me to ask for water. I opened the bottle and my child drank the water with great pleasure.”
(In Hot Wheels form)
He knows how special the 944 is to me, and this was a late birthday present that he went through a bit of effort to get for me. He pays attention. He hears me. He knows me. I never thought I’d ever cry over a Hot Wheels car, but I did tonight.
My dad had a 1985.5 Porsche 944 when I was growing up. We took countless trips in that car, and I have so many memories attached to it. Dad fixed the clutch once, but the clutch went out a second time. He gifted the car to me when I graduated high school, but it was still broken and had been sitting uncovered for years, so I never got a chance to drive it. After his death, I sold it for $1k because I didn’t know what else to do with it and I knew I’d never have the money to fix it myself. It’s my dream to find a 944 to make my project car one of these days.
I’ve never felt so loved.
today i was wearing my favourite t-shirt, an old rolling stones tee that i cut the collar off of. i wear this shirt all the time, maybe twice a week, and no one has ever said anything about it. but today two separate people complimented it, hours apart. it’s something so small but it definitely made my day :)
Today was my 50th birthday and although it was bittersweet, my husband & son (18) worked hard to make it special: they cooked surf and turf, brought me flowers, cake & ice cream. After, my son cleaned up the WHOLE KITCHEN on his own without being told! But best of all was what he wrote in my card. I keep getting teary-eyed every time I read it. He is my sweet boy, to the end.
I’m currently going through driver training and have to memorize word for word some content for the class. My boyfriend’s also trying to self teach code right now. When I used it today for the first time, it made my heart swell. I told him the way I needed it to function and he gave me what I needed plus more . ❤️
I walked into a restaurant the other day with my husband. My hubby is 6’1 and very attractive. There was a smaller man waiting for his takeout who was a cute guy, but when he looked up at my husband he immediately looked down at the floor and appeared smaller. I noticed he had in very unique shoes, white leather with a lot of detail. I said, “I love your shoes!” He immediately did a little pose and said “thanks!” and stood taller with confidence. A small compliment goes a long way!
This happened over the summer but this story is truly too amazing to not share. I went to visit my biological dad over the summer with my sister and boyfriend. I moved away about 6 hours from him with my mom and stepdad about 4 years ago. I went on this trip to visit and show my long term boyfriend my hometown because I currently live in the area he grew up in.
Anyways, last Christmas, I bought myself an Ancestry DNA package just for fun. I’m super into the whole “where you come from” thing. The other really huge mystery that I wanted to discover was who my real grandfather was. My grandmother had multiple children with a few different gentlemen, so my whole life there was speculation as to who my grandfather was. My grandmother did not even know for sure. I believe my dad was aware of all the speculation, but chose to shut it out because he wanted to believe that the man who raised him was his biological dad. He passed long before I was born, so I never knew any of my potential grandfather’s family. My dad has ancestry himself, but never purchased the DNA kit.
So I get my results back and it shows a list of people that you match with but I didn’t know but maybe a few relatives on the list and there were no members that stood out.
Fast forward to this past summer and I’m sitting down at the kitchen table with my dad talking to him about my results. I was showing him all the features that you unlock when you send in your DNA,then I clicked on the “matches” tab. I started reading off the matches when he stopped me on one of them. The relative in particular went by the nickname, Aggie, online. He said, “Like Agatha?” I confirmed that’s who it was.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes and told me that Aggie was his Aunt…his dad’s sister. I matched with her, confirming that the man that raised him was his biological dad. He burst into tears because now after almost 50 years, he knows the truth.
All I could do was cry with him as I saw closure fall over him. After he and I confirmed the truth, we talked more about other relatives and I filled in more on my tree. It was really one of the most special moments I have ever had with my dad and I hope it brings some people a heartfelt smile.
she’s blind in one eye and was just the teeniest thing. she let me hold her and carry her back to her mama.
I was walking down the street and passed an older guy who's toenails were painted Halloween style (spiders, ghosts, vmpire fangs, etc). I told him I thought they looked cool and whoever did them did an amazing job. He stopped, turned to me and gushed for like five minutes but how his 12yo daughter has been practicing to be a nail stylist and it was he first time doing intricate designs. I reiterated that she did an amazing job and he was just smiling from ear to ear
Could be a good way for people who could really do with something uplifting to stop by and read the comments and feel seen, loved, heard and supported in some little way 🤍
Have a lovely Autumn everyone 🙂
Just as the title says I went trick or treating last night for the first time in 20 years and I had a blast.
My niece turned 15 this year. She’s an awesome kid and she’s been through quite a bit, but she’s always been surrounded by loving and supportive adults, and she’s incredibly insightful. This year, after spending her birthday with her friends she decided she wanted to spend Halloween with her family, which meant me, her older brother, her mom and mom’s SO. We all love Halloween, horror and creepy things year round.
She’s stuck in that stage of being a kid and getting free candy and also doing the more “grown up” side of Halloween, like haunts and gory films. Luckily, unlike some of her friends, she has no interest in experimenting with drugs and alcohol at her age. So this year we decided we’d give it one last go for the candy and then end the night with a really great haunted house.
She was a little shy about going up to houses at her age, but you could tell she still really wanted to for the candy and to see the yard decorations.
So I decided to create a last minute sheet ghost costume that covered me from head to toe (I am short) and I got to walk alongside her and say “Trick or Treat!!” and get a little candy of my own. I even sacrificed a snickers for the mom tax to my sister.
We only went to around 5 houses before she decided she was done with the candy part and wanted to move on to the haunt, where she and her brother ran ahead and got to scare their mom at least 3 good times. I was delighted because my sister, despite loving the season, has always refused to go through the haunts with us because she’s so jumpy.
We had an absolute blast! If she decides she wants to go house to house next year, I’ll be planning out the best routes for us and creating another full body costume to accompany her. If she doesn’t, I’m so glad I got to goof off and make this memory with her this year.
My dog (Tater Todd) is a 69lb, 2 year old Catahoula Leopard Dog. He's a Busy Business Boy - always up for an adventure - so of course I feel like crap today. I can't feasibly walk him in the rain while suffering a cold, so I tossed him lick toy in the hopes it might engage him until my spouse comes home.
Todd slurped the toy for a minute, watching as I moped and snuffled around the house making tea and collecting various items. I'd barely levered myself onto the couch when he jumped up and started stomping all over me and licking my hands/face (NO THANK YOU SIR, that is MY cheese I'm eating with my bare hands tyvm) and I just kind of patted him with the non-cheese-dominant hand and prayed for unconsciousness.
In the middle of his stomp-love, he looked me dead in the eye and cocked his head. Looked concerned and nosed me gently. Then my good boy Todd crawled into my lap (I am 118lbs of petite butch; he weighs over 1/2 of me) and summarily passed out. Snoring now. I'm typing this over his head at the moment, and though our blanket is full of farts, at least they're both of our farts.
I feel better already :)