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03/08/2025

I didn't even know she was struggling that day until I saw this picture. My youngest daughter was recently diagnosed with Autism. She functions fairly normal most days, but then there are others…
Yesterday the Wheatland Fire Authority paid a visit to the Wheatland Preschool at Wheatland Elementary and I wasn't sure how she would do, but I dropped her off as normal with hopes of it being fine.
There were new people in her regular environment asking kids to try this and do this which would be AWESOME to most kids - but for her it can be overwhelming.
This sweet man let her cuddle and relax right there on his lap for who knows how long because he could just tell she was having a hard time.
I was able to get this firefighters, info and message him. Come to find out he has an autistic family member, so he was able to relate and help calm her a bit.
As a parent, this kind of diagnosis can leave you wondering how each day is going to be. If someone is going to show her compassion, or judgement.
And yesterday, it was compassion. 💛
Credit: Brittany Templeton

03/08/2025

Imagine uncovering the life story of a young woman from the Bronze Age, whose preserved hair and clothing reveal a tapestry of cultural connections across Europe. The Egtved Girl, interred in Denmark around 3,400 years ago, offers such a glimpse into the past. Her remarkably well-preserved remains have provided researchers with invaluable insights into her origins and the extensive travels she undertook during her short life.

Discovered in 1921 within a burial mound in Denmark's Jutland Peninsula, the Egtved Girl was estimated to be between 16 and 18 years old at the time of her death. While her bones had decayed over the millennia, the acidic, water-saturated environment of the peat bog where she was laid to rest preserved her hair, nails, and clothing.

Advanced strontium isotope analysis of her tooth enamel indicated that she was born in the Black Forest region of southwestern Germany, approximately 800 km (500 miles) south of Denmark. This finding was further corroborated by the origin of the wool used in her attire, which also traced back to the Black Forest.

The Egtved Girl's attire consisted of a short, corded wool skirt, a blouse, and a disc-shaped bronze belt plate symbolizing the sun. This ensemble bears a striking resemblance to representations of women associated with a sun worship cult in Scandinavia, suggesting she may have served as a priestess.

Researchers propose that her marriage was part of a strategic alliance between powerful regions in Denmark and southern Germany. Such unions were common in the Bronze Age, serving to strengthen political and economic ties. The Egtved Girl's life and burial artifacts highlight the dynamic interactions and cultural exchanges that occurred across Europe during this period.

The exceptional preservation of the Egtved Girl's remains offers a rare window into the past, revealing the mobility, cultural affiliations, and societal roles of individuals in the Bronze Age. Her story underscores the interconnectedness of ancient European societies and the complex networks that shaped their histories.
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03/08/2025

Tonight while I was out riding around looking for something to eat, I was riding on I-10 and I noticed this elderly lady driving by herself headed towards Florida. I noticed that she was weaving all over her lane and at one point she nearly side swiped a truck to her right, they blew the horn and she eased over to the other lane so I decided to pull her over to check on her. I got her stopped and she told me that she was trying to make it to Pensacola, so I asked where was she coming from and she stated she was coming from San Antonio. She told me that she was OK and that she could make it to P’cola so I advised her that she wasn’t gonna make it driving like that so I asked when was the last time she ate anything and she told me around lunch time so I escorted her to Waffle House on DIP. I sat outside in the car until she finished eating. She walked out and tried to offer me some money, but I told her I couldn’t accept that because it’s part of my job to protect and serve so she asked me would I accept a hug and I told her I would do that. The Moral of the story is if we just look out for each other this would be a Better Country. I guess I don’t have to work for a Major Police Department to be able to help someone in need…I Still Love This Job!!!”
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03/08/2025

I Reconstructed the Mummy of King Tut. This took me many hours to create and this may have been his real life likeness. It's one thing to reconstruct statues and another reconstructing from the actual mummy. Keep in mind his Mummy head was in very poor condition and I built from his skull basically and with my long history of artistic talents in portrait painting, I'm very confident this is what he looked like.
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03/08/2025

The beauty of Mother Nature.

03/08/2025

This is my daughter Isabella Grace. Izzy was born with Down syndrome. When I first found out she would be born with Ds, I was devastated. I was told of all the negative sides of Down syndrome and all the things she may never do. I wasn’t told about all of the joy she would bring into my life. Now we are 18 months into our Ds journey and she has changed my life for the better. Izzy is the best teacher I have ever had. She has taught me to treasure every milestone.
Credit: Cristy Proctor

03/08/2025

I can’t take him to the beach for a walk because it might disturb your vacation. Plus, I can’t rent a house with a dog, and he’s not allowed on public transportation. But you know what? I can take him to search for you in the rubble after an earthquake, into the forest if you get lost in the mountains without a map or GPS, through the snow if you go off-piste despite the warnings, or even into the water if you decide to swim despite the red flag. He’ll be there, wherever you need him, because at the end of the day, he’s just a dog... but he’ll find you.
This is for anyone who doesn’t quite understand the love we have for dogs.
Credit goes to the first owner ✍️ ❤ ❤ ❤

03/08/2025

I found him on a rainy morning, abandoned near a gas station by the highway. He was soaked, shivering, and meowing desperately, as if crying out for help. I parked my truck and approached him slowly, not wanting to scare him. When he saw me, he didn’t run away. Instead, he looked up at me with eyes full of distress and hope. At that moment, I knew I couldn’t leave him there.
I scooped him up and placed him on the passenger seat, wrapping him in a blanket I kept in the cab. On the drive, he stopped meowing and began to doze off, as if he understood he was finally safe. I decided to name him "Captain," a fitting name because he seemed ready to take charge of every new adventure.
Since that day, Captain has been my loyal travel companion. Every morning, he climbs up onto the dashboard, his favorite spot, where he watches the world go by. Sometimes, he clings to the steering wheel with his little paws, pretending to drive. It always makes me laugh, and people who pass us can’t help but smile or take photos.
But Captain is more than just a funny cat. He has become an essential part of my life on the road. Thanks to him, my lonely days are now filled with laughter, surprises, and comfort. He’s taught me that even the most unexpected encounters can change our lives in profound ways. And every day, he reminds me that sometimes, the simplest acts of kindness—like helping a creature in need—can have the greatest impact.
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03/08/2025

“Come you masters of war. You that build all the guns. You that build the death planes.
You that build all the big bombs.
You that hide behind walls.
You that hide behind desks.
I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness, do you think that it could?
I think you will find, when your death takes its toll, all the money you made, will never buy back your soul”
~Bob Dylan

03/08/2025

"This is a beautiful letter from Fiona Apple explaining to her fans why she must postpone a concert date. I am impressed at the way she was instantly able to make the decision to choose love over her career. Indeed, the world needs more of this. Enjoy the story...
It's 6pm on Friday, and I'm writing to a few thousand friends I have not met yet. I'm writing to ask them to change our plans and meet a little while later.
Here's the thing.
I have a dog, Janet, and she's been ill for about 2 years now, as a tumor has been idling in her chest, growing ever so slowly. She's almost 14 years old now. I got her when she was 4 months old. I was 21 then — an adult, officially — and she was my kid.
She is a pitbull, and was found in Echo Park, with a rope around her neck, and bites all over her ears and face.
She was the one the dogfighters use to puff up the confidence of the contenders.
She's almost 14 and I've never seen her start a fight, or bite, or even growl, so I can understand why they chose her for that awful role. She's a pacifist.
Janet has been the most consistent relationship of my adult life, and that is just a fact. We've lived in numerous houses, and joined a few makeshift families, but it's always really been just the two of us.
She slept in bed with me, her head on the pillow, and she accepted my hysterical, tearful face into her chest, with her paws around me, every time I was heartbroken, or spirit-broken, or just lost, and as years went by, she let me take the role of her child, as I fell asleep, with her chin resting above my head.
She was under the piano when I wrote songs, barked any time I tried to record anything, and she was in the studio with me, all the time we recorded the last album.
The last time I came back from tour, she was spry as ever, and she's used to me being gone for a few weeks, every 6 or 7 years.
She has Addison's Disease, which makes it more dangerous for her to travel since she needs regular injections of Cortisol because she reacts to stress and excitement without the physiological tools which keep most of us from literally panicking to death.
Despite all this, she's effortlessly joyful & playful and only stopped acting like a puppy about 3 years ago. She is my best friend, my mother, my daughter, my benefactor, and she's the one who taught me what love is.
I can't come to South America. Not now. When I got back from the last leg of the US tour, there was a big, big difference.
She doesn't even want to go for walks anymore.
I know that she's not sad about aging or dying. Animals have a survival instinct, but a sense of mortality and vanity, they do not. That's why they are so much more present than people.
But I know she is coming close to the time when she will stop being a dog, and start instead to be part of everything. She'll be in the wind, and in the soil, and the snow, and in me, wherever I go.
I just can't leave her now, please understand. If I go away again, I'm afraid she'll die and I won't have the honor of singing her to sleep, of escorting her out.
Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes just to decide what socks to wear to bed.
But this decision is instant.
These are the choices we make, which define us. I will not be the woman who puts her career ahead of love & friendship.
I am the woman who stays home, baking Tilapia for my dearest, oldest friend. And helps her be comfortable & comforted & safe & important.
Many of us these days, we dread the death of a loved one. It is the ugly truth of Life that keeps us feeling terrified & alone. I wish we could also appreciate the time that lies right beside the end of time. I know that I will feel the most overwhelming knowledge of her, of her life, and of my love for her, in the last moments.
I need to do my damnedest, to be there for that.
Because it will be the most beautiful, the most intense, the most enriching experience of life I've ever known.
When she dies.
So I am staying home, and I am listening to her snore and wheeze, and I am reveling in the swampiest, most awful breath that ever emanated from an angel. And I'm asking for your blessing.
I'll be seeing you.
Love,
Fiona

03/08/2025

I had a squirrel with severe mange that was hairless with scabs all over him. He was so crusty and itchy! I started to feed him immune boosting oatmeal balls and within a month he had his hair back. He came every day to eat them.
For those who want to know the recipe of the immune booster I fed him daily here it is. This recipe is easy to make, and safe for all wildlife, even if they don't have mange.
• 1 cup oatmeal
• 4 Tbs of coconut oil
• 2 Tbs of peanut butter
• 15 drops of vitamin drops (for rats, hamsters, etc. that you can get at the pet store)
The following ingredients are optional but highly recommended.
• 10 drops of CBD oil
• 1 tsp Flaxseed Oil
• 1/4 Banana
• 1 tsp Nutritional Yeast Flakes
• 2 Tbs Crushed Peanuts - no shell
• 2 Tbs Crushed Walnuts - no shell
(or any crushed nuts out of the shell you may have)
Mix it up and then form it into 1/2" balls. Freeze and pull them out as needed. I would toss them to him from my house window. He will normally only eat one or two balls a day. These will also help build up their immune system and great for all healthy squirrels too! Any other squirrels that seemed to be injured or gimpy I would toss them a ball as well.
Also, I knew it was him because he had a notch out of one of his ears and he also had a severe head tilt then he would hop like a bunny. Very distinguished among the others. Plus he was coming daily for food so I recognized him as his hair started to grow back.
I got the main recipe from my local squirrel rehabber but added the nuts and banana to help it mold nicely and make them stay together better as I would toss and roll them from my window to the squirrel I was targeting. West Michigan Squirrel Rehab

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03/08/2025

Step back in time to 2016, as the enchanting landscapes of Kyrgyzstan come alive with a vibrant revival of traditional nomadic sports at the World Nomad Games. Here, the echoes of ancient athletic prowess resonate in the glorious performances of skilled acrobatic archers, evoking the spirit of a bygone era.

Among the treasures displayed at the MET Museum, an exquisite 4th-century BC Ancient Greek Pelike captures a mesmerizing moment: a woman, a true marvel of agility, expertly releasing an arrow with her feet. This stunning image serves as a testament to the Greeks' deep reverence for the art of acrobatics.

The games themselves are a kaleidoscope of cultural heritage, featuring awe-inspiring events such as horseback archery and wrestling. Each competition showcases the remarkable continuity of traditions, reminding us that the spirit of these ancient practices still thrives today.
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03/08/2025

I was driving north on Highway 75 when I noticed a trooper parked in a turnout. I glanced at my speedometer to make sure I was within the limit—everything was fine. A few minutes later, as I passed one of the signs for Exit 20, I spotted a dog lying in the ditch. She looked like she was in terrible condition.
I was in the left lane, on my way to an appointment, and felt conflicted. But something inside me urged me to act, so I made the decision to turn around and head back southbound, even though I knew I might risk getting a ticket by pulling into the turnout.
When I arrived, the trooper was still there. Relieved, I rolled down my window, and he greeted me with, “Yep! I’m here.” I quickly explained about the dog, adding that I didn’t care if I got a ticket—I just wanted to help her.
Without hesitation, he asked where the dog was and immediately went to assist. I followed him, and we found her still in the ditch, panting heavily, as if she were on the verge of collapsing.
The trooper grabbed a jug from his vehicle, fashioned a makeshift water bowl, and poured her a couple of bottles of water. The dog was wary of him but too exhausted to move. At first, she just sniffed the water, but then she seemed to realize it was meant for her. She drank it all in minutes! The trooper went back to his car and brought her more water, along with a Little Debbie snack.
She watched him cautiously, sniffing his hand but still unsure. Then, he went to his vehicle and returned with a chair and an umbrella. He told me he would stay there until she trusted him enough so he could take her to a shelter or bring her home himself.
In that moment, his presence felt like a small but powerful reminder of the goodness that still exists in the world.
Meet Trooper Tudors of the Tennessee State Highway Patrol—truly one of the good guys.

03/08/2025

When I returned from my deployment to Iraq in 2004, I was single and had no family to greet me. After the march, all the wives and children of the other soldiers ran to greet their loved ones. There were about six of us singles. As we walked away from the march, our eyes filled with tears. Coming home from the war healthy and with no one to greet me was heartbreaking.
Most of the other soldiers had left. Only a few were standing. My sergeant had told me many times how excited he was for his wife’s home-cooked meals. She had seen me carrying my own gear into the barracks. They both called me out of the blue and invited me to dinner. It was probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. It may not seem like a luxury to most people, but when you’ve spent over a year in Iraq on military food, your definition of luxury changes very quickly.
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03/07/2025

MY MIL CHANGED THE LOCKS, STUFFED OUR BELONGINGS IN TRASH BAGS, AND KICKED ME AND MY KIDS OUT AFTER MY HUSBAND DIED – THAT WAS HER BIGGEST MISTAKE
When I married Ryan, I knew his mother, Margaret, despised me. She never hid it. To her, I was a gold-digger, unworthy of her son. Worst of all? She refused to acknowledge my kids — my 5-year-old daughter and 7-year-old son — as her grandchildren.
Ryan, though, loved us fiercely. He bought us a beautiful home, ensured my kids felt safe and cherished, and promised me that his mother would never interfere in our lives. And for a while, she didn't.
Then tragedy struck.
Ryan died in a car accident, leaving me shattered. My kids lost the only real father they had ever known.
And just two days after his funeral, I came home from running errands to find our belongings dumped on the curb — STUFFED IN TRASH BAGS LIKE GARBAGE!
Panic surged through me. I ran to the front door. Locked.
I banged. Nothing. Then it swung open. Margaret. Smug as ever.
"OH, YOU'RE BACK. THOUGHT YOU'D TAKE THE HINT. THIS HOUSE IS MINE NOW. YOU AND YOUR LITTLE BRATS NEED TO GO!"
My blood ran cold. "Margaret, this is my home."
She scoffed. "It was my son's. Now that he's gone? You have no right to it."
I clenched my fists, my kids trembling beside me.
That night, we slept in my car. But I wasn't going to let her win. The next morning, I made my move.⬇️
credit: bella

03/07/2025

The woman in the picture is Helen Johnson from Tarrant, Alabama. She was caught stealing at a nearby Dollar General, and the police were called to arrest her. When the officer arrived, he asked Helen what she had stolen. Her answer was heartbreaking: "Five eggs to feed my hungry children."

Instead of arresting her, the officer did something extraordinary. He took her back to the supermarket and bought groceries for her and her kids. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Helen began to cry and said, "Sir, this is too much for what you have done for me..."

The officer responded with a simple but profound statement: "Sometimes we shouldn't apply the law but must apply humanity."
This act of compassion reminds us that sometimes, a little kindness can make all the difference. ❤
Credit goes to the respective owner.

03/07/2025

Yesterday, I saw a big, messy pile of blankets on the ground—totally filthy, a little wet, and frozen from being slept on the night before. I noticed a city worker picking them up and putting them into what seemed like a trash bag. Then this morning, when I walked by that same spot, I was so pleasantly surprised to see the blankets all washed and neatly folded. It really made me smile! Huge shoutout to the awesome person who took the time to do this!

03/07/2025

An on-duty police officer promoted after breastfeeding a starving abandoned baby 👏🥹

The hospital staff told Celeste Ayala that the baby was starving because his mother couldn't afford to feed him, and he had five older siblings.💔
Without worrying about her police uniform, she took the baby in her arms and unbuttoned her shirt to breastfeed him.🤱

While Ayala breastfed the baby without thinking twice, even after the staff told her he was "dirty," her colleague took a picture of her and posted it on Facebook, making it go viral.

Once the news reached higher authorities, Ayala's boss called her into his office.
During the meeting, Ayala's boss told her of the promotion she earned after going the extra mile while on duty by breastfeeding the baby.
"That’s the type of police we’re proud of, the police we want."💪
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