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I love that this actually happened... a thanksgiving miracle.
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I love that this actually happened... a thanksgiving miracle.
I just love this...
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From a tumblr posting:
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
My boss called me “Tyrone” on accident (My name is Tyrand). She apologized and bought me lunch to make up for it. I didn’t think twice about it, since I’m used to getting called every variant of “Ty-(fill in blank here)”. Then later on I read a quote she keeps in her work area that made me feel kinda special.
“During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade. “Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say ‘Hello’.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.“
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WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMAN
Here's the surprising answer of a 6 year old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs' lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
That's the secret of happiness that we can learn from a good dog.
WHY DOGS LIVE LESS THAN HUMAN
Here's the surprising answer of a 6 year old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs' lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
That's the secret of happiness that we can learn from a good dog.
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Do good recklessly - some related stories
I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.
“A scam” .... people are fucking wild.
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This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, I’ve been there, and now I’m not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being “duped.” I couldn’t believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?
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I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?”
So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.
And I don’t care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes.
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Do good recklessly.
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Story time. I had a sick kid who spent a lot of time in the NICU, in cardiologists offices, and in the ER. I also went into kidney failure shortly after giving birth and began growing weird lumps in places lumps shouldn’t be. At the end of the first two years we had mortgage style medical debt. It was also the perfect opportunity for the economy to freefall and we became a single income household for an uncomfortable period of time.
We may have been eating ramen and on-cor meals every night but I had far too much pride to ask for help.
That Christmas all of our holiday shopping was done at The Dollar Tree. The girls were given $10 to buy things for their favorite people and we made crafts to fill in the gaps. I didn’t want to steal their joy even though I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough gas to get to work the next week. To them ten dollars was $100… to me it was figuring out how to make the grocery budget stretch a little extra.
As we were about to checkout my oldest daughter walked up to me and handed me a stack of gift cards. Confused and concerned she may have pickpocketed someone (she could be shifty at that age) I asked her to tell me where she got them. She pointed to a lady fleeing out of the store and said “she told me to give these to you after she left. She asked me if you were a good mom. I told her you were and she gave me the whole pile”. Needless to say I spent the better part of the next thirty minutes ugly crying in the middle of the dollar store.
The cashier told me she would come in every few days during December and look for a family who seemed like they could use it. There was $300 in gift cards and that was just enough to get some bills caught up with a little extra to spoil the kids.
Be someone’s dollar tree lady and shame on anyone who tries to smother your compassion.
I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money.
“A scam” .... people are fucking wild.
*************************************
This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, I’ve been there, and now I’m not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being “duped.” I couldn’t believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?
*************************************
I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?”
So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.
And I don’t care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes.
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Do good recklessly.
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Story time. I had a sick kid who spent a lot of time in the NICU, in cardiologists offices, and in the ER. I also went into kidney failure shortly after giving birth and began growing weird lumps in places lumps shouldn’t be. At the end of the first two years we had mortgage style medical debt. It was also the perfect opportunity for the economy to freefall and we became a single income household for an uncomfortable period of time.
We may have been eating ramen and on-cor meals every night but I had far too much pride to ask for help.
That Christmas all of our holiday shopping was done at The Dollar Tree. The girls were given $10 to buy things for their favorite people and we made crafts to fill in the gaps. I didn’t want to steal their joy even though I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough gas to get to work the next week. To them ten dollars was $100… to me it was figuring out how to make the grocery budget stretch a little extra.
As we were about to checkout my oldest daughter walked up to me and handed me a stack of gift cards. Confused and concerned she may have pickpocketed someone (she could be shifty at that age) I asked her to tell me where she got them. She pointed to a lady fleeing out of the store and said “she told me to give these to you after she left. She asked me if you were a good mom. I told her you were and she gave me the whole pile”. Needless to say I spent the better part of the next thirty minutes ugly crying in the middle of the dollar store.
The cashier told me she would come in every few days during December and look for a family who seemed like they could use it. There was $300 in gift cards and that was just enough to get some bills caught up with a little extra to spoil the kids.
Be someone’s dollar tree lady and shame on anyone who tries to smother your compassion.
the last one made me cry. ~ cascadia
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I don't really have anything to type here, although I pulled all the little pieces of paper out of my gratitude jar at work today and spent a moment refueling with memories..
things like.. thank you for getting soup for me today..
or .. I love how you look at me across the table at meetings when you know I'm fuming inside..
I listened to a TED talk today about the art of conversation and something she said was almost too simple. I don't recall her exact quote. (If you'd like the TED Title, let me know)
The essence was.. There are a lot of people who will teach you strategies to let others know that you're listening. You nod, you make eye contact, you gesture..
You don't really need strategies if your actually listening...
thank you for finding this little piece of love as special as I do.. for taking the time to share a few of your thoughts..
things like.. thank you for getting soup for me today..
or .. I love how you look at me across the table at meetings when you know I'm fuming inside..
I listened to a TED talk today about the art of conversation and something she said was almost too simple. I don't recall her exact quote. (If you'd like the TED Title, let me know)
The essence was.. There are a lot of people who will teach you strategies to let others know that you're listening. You nod, you make eye contact, you gesture..
You don't really need strategies if your actually listening...
thank you for finding this little piece of love as special as I do.. for taking the time to share a few of your thoughts..
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I don't really have anything to type here, although I pulled all the little pieces of paper out of my gratitude jar at work today and spent a moment refueling with memories..
things like.. thank you for getting soup for me today..
or .. I love how you look at me across the table at meetings when you know I'm fuming inside..
I listened to a TED talk today about the art of conversation and something she said was almost too simple. I don't recall her exact quote. (If you'd like the TED Title, let me know)
The essence was.. There are a lot of people who will teach you strategies to let others know that you're listening. You nod, you make eye contact, you gesture..
You don't really need strategies if your actually listening...
thank you for finding this little piece of love as special as I do.. for taking the time to share a few of your thoughts..
So true about the listening
Love you my sweet inspirational friend
ElliesExplorations
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Just having my best friend back in my life is what I am grateful for today.
Helping someone I care about, and seeing how much they appreciated it was another thing to be grateful for.
Having the courage to speak up to make things better is something I'm grateful for as well.
Lovely thread, I think I'll post more on here.
Helping someone I care about, and seeing how much they appreciated it was another thing to be grateful for.
Having the courage to speak up to make things better is something I'm grateful for as well.
Lovely thread, I think I'll post more on here.
GiggLeGasm
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Send something
In your own handwriting
To someone who needs a piece of your heart
In your own handwriting
To someone who needs a piece of your heart
ElliesExplorations
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My friend called me in the middle of the night to take her small baby to the hospital as she didn't have her car with her. I didn't hesitate at all to take her. On the way, not only did she tell me how worried she was, she managed to tell me all of her troubles. I think she needed talk to someone too.
I'm grateful that I was there for her.
I'm grateful that I was there for her.
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Good on you! A great story.
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Heroic decisions are not made by cowards
A little girl was near death, victim of a disease from which her younger brother had miraculously recovered two years before. Her only chance to live was a blood transfusion from someone who had previously conquered the sickness. The doctor explained the situation to Tommy, the five-year-old brother, and asked if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister, Kathy.
The boy took a deep breath, thought for a moment, then drew himself up and said, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save my sister.”
As the transfusion progressed one could see the vitality returning to the wan figure of the little girl. Tommy smiled when he saw this, but then, with trembling lips he said something startling.
“Will I begin to die right away?”
The doctor realized immediately what Tommy’s hesitation had meant earlier. In giving blood to his sister, he thought he was giving ALL his blood and would be giving up his life! In one brief moment this child's heroic decision displayed more courage than most of us can muster in a lifetime.
A little girl was near death, victim of a disease from which her younger brother had miraculously recovered two years before. Her only chance to live was a blood transfusion from someone who had previously conquered the sickness. The doctor explained the situation to Tommy, the five-year-old brother, and asked if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister, Kathy.
The boy took a deep breath, thought for a moment, then drew himself up and said, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save my sister.”
As the transfusion progressed one could see the vitality returning to the wan figure of the little girl. Tommy smiled when he saw this, but then, with trembling lips he said something startling.
“Will I begin to die right away?”
The doctor realized immediately what Tommy’s hesitation had meant earlier. In giving blood to his sister, he thought he was giving ALL his blood and would be giving up his life! In one brief moment this child's heroic decision displayed more courage than most of us can muster in a lifetime.
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Thank you, I think its those moments, that we remember sometimes a listening ear can mean so much.
A smile can do so much, as you probably know
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Thank you, I think its those moments, that we remember sometimes a listening ear can mean so much.
A smile can do so much, as you probably know
I do know....but helping others takes effort...smiling comes easy...
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