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07/04/2025

To all the Supermarkets and big commercial stores that operate 'Self Check-outs'.......

You are heading towards almost exclusively self-checkout now. Today I went shopping at one such store and the lady checking receipts at the exit was stopping everyone.

I didn't choose to participate in that nonsense, I had already filled my cart, emptied my cart and scanned the items, refilled my cart and so I just skipped the exit line and left.

I heard her saying "Umm - Excuse me “ as I

kept walking and raised the receipt above my head, leaving the store.

You can either trust me to do self-checkout, or you can put your cashiers back in place like it used to be.

• I'm not interested in proving that I did your job for you.

• If you want me to be a cashier with no training then that's your problem not mine.

• Keep employing young people and give them job opportunities.

YOU DON'T PAY ME TO SCAN MY OWN SHOPPING.

YOU DON’T GIVE ME STAFF DISCOUNT FOR WORKING FOR YOU.

Signed ......All of us

People we need to share this statement its basically about PROFIT to the stores AND putting People out of a JOB....!!!

The Backbone of the EarthFunny, isn’t it?How a man can rise before the sun,yet still chase the hours like they’re runnin...
06/30/2025

The Backbone of the Earth

Funny, isn’t it?
How a man can rise before the sun,
yet still chase the hours like they’re running from him.

He pours his savings into seed and soil,
burns fuel by the barrel,
wears down machines built to last—
all so someone else can fill a plate.

By noon, he’s already wrestled with weeds,
wrestled with weather,
wrestled with worry.

While others curse a five-minute delay in traffic,
he gets cursed out for daring to drive his tractor home.

He meets drought with hope,
floods with faith,
and each new day with aching bones and steady hands.

Still… he shows up again.

Coyotes take his hens.
Deer devour his crops.
The tractor stalls.
Prices crash.
The bank doesn’t blink.
And still… he plants.

Why?

Because somewhere,
a kid unwraps a sandwich,
a family gives thanks around a table,
a stranger wears jeans spun from his cotton.

They may never know his name.
They may never see his sweat.

But he sleeps well,
knowing he gave something real.

Not likes. Not shares.
But life—rooted in dirt,
watered with sacrifice,
harvested with heart.

So here’s to the farmer—
the quiet soul who feeds loud cities,
the hands the world forgets,
but cannot live without.

May God bless the unseen,
the unshaken,
the ones who keep the world turning—
one sunrise, one season, one seed at a time. 🌾

"My three-and-a-half-year-old son likes to play trucks. He likes to do jigsaw puzzles. He likes to eat plums. And he lik...
06/30/2025

"My three-and-a-half-year-old son likes to play trucks. He likes to do jigsaw puzzles. He likes to eat plums. And he likes to wear sparkly tutus. If asked, he will say the tutus make him feel beautiful and brave. If asked, he will say there are no rules about what boys can wear or what girls can wear.

My son has worn tutus to church. He has worn tutus to the grocery store. He has worn tutus on the train and in the sandbox. It has been, in our part of the world, a non-issue. We have been asked some well-intentioned questions; we've answered them; it has been fine. It WAS fine, until yesterday.

Yesterday, on our walk to the park, my son and I were accosted by someone who demanded to know why my son was wearing a skirt. We didn't know him, but he appeared to have been watching us for some time.

"I'm just curious," the man said. "Why do you keep doing this to your son?"

He wasn't curious. He didn't want answers. He wanted to make sure we both knew that what my son was doing---what I was ALLOWING him to do---was wrong.

"She shouldn't keep doing this to you," he said. He spoke directly to my son. "You're a boy. She's a bad mommy. It's child abuse."

He took pictures of us, although I asked him not to; he threatened me. "Now everyone will know," he said. "You'll see."

I called the police. They came, they took their report, they complimented the skirt. Still, my son does not feel safe today. He wants to know: "Is the man coming back? The bad man? Is he going to shout more unkind things about my skirt? Is he going to take more pictures?"

I can't say for sure. But I can say this: I will not be intimidated. I will not be made to feel vulnerable or afraid. I will not let angry strangers tell my son what he can or cannot wear.

The world may not love my son for who he is, but I do. I was put on this earth to make sure he knows it.

I will shout my love from street corners.

I will defend, shouting, his right to walk down the street in peace, wearing whatever items of clothing he wants to wear.

I will show him, in whatever way I can, that I value the person he is, trust in his vision for himself, and support his choices---no matter what anybody else says, no matter who tries to stop him or how often.

Our family has a motto. The motto is this:

We are loving.
We are kind.
We are determined and persistent.
We are beautiful and brave.
We know who we are. Angry strangers will not change who we are. The world will not change who we are---we will change the world."

~ Jen Anderson Shattuck

One morning a husband returns to the cabin after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not famili...
06/24/2025

One morning a husband returns to the cabin after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out, since it is such a beautiful day. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book. Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says," Good morning, Ma'am, what are you doing"? "Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious"?) "You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. "I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the equipment. I'll have to write you up a ticket." "For reading a book"? she replies. "You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her again. "But officer, I'm not fishing, I'm reading." "Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to write you up a ticket and you'll have to pay a fine." "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman. "But I haven't even touched you," says the Game Warden. "That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment." "Have a nice day ma'am," and he immediately departed. MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think. Sure God created man before woman. But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece!!

On the morning of January 29, 1979, a normal school day in San Diego turned into a nightmare when 16-year-old Brenda Ann...
06/24/2025

On the morning of January 29, 1979, a normal school day in San Diego turned into a nightmare when 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer opened fire on Grover Cleveland Elementary School from her home across the street. Using a semi-automatic .22 caliber rifle she had received as a Christmas gift from her father, Spencer fired more than 30 rounds at students and staff as they arrived at school. The attack left two adults dead—Principal Burton Wragg and custodian Mike Suchar—both of whom died trying to protect children. Eight students and a police officer were also injured in the shooting.

The horror of the event was compounded by Spencer’s chilling explanation for the violence. When contacted by a reporter during the hours-long standoff with police, she casually remarked, “I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day.” Her emotionless response stunned the nation and raised serious concerns about mental health, family dysfunction, and the ease of access to fi****ms. At a time when school shootings were rare, the incident shocked the public and became one of the earliest wake-up calls about the potential for violence in school settings.

Spencer ultimately surrendered to police and later pleaded guilty to murder and assault with a deadly weapon. She was sentenced to 25 years to life and remains in prison. The tragedy deeply affected the San Diego community and fueled national conversations about juvenile justice and gun control. The Boomtown Rats' song “I Don’t Like Mondays,” inspired by Spencer’s remark, became a haunting cultural reminder of how a single senseless act can leave a lasting imprint on society.

06/24/2025

2 years ago my son saw a St. Jude commercial that changed his life forever. He chose to do his own research and find a way to help. After 2 years of growing his hair, Christian has reached his goal of donating over 10 inches in 4 ponytails. He has chosen to donate to the "Children with hair loss" foundation. He has endured an awful lot of criticism, and yes even bullying, throughout this time. From his peers calling him a girl to even coaches and family friends telling him he should cut it or offering him money to. Even still, he has never once, strayed from his goal and always took the time to educate others on why he made the choice to grow his hair. I am one proud mommy as always.
Credit: Deeanna Thomas

06/17/2025

Happy birthday, Nina! 🎉 Nina recently celebrated her 114th birthday, surrounded by the love of her family in Atlanta, Georgia — the city she’s called home her entire life. Born into a family of 20 children, Nina and her younger sister Pecola, now 97, are the last two still living, and their bond is stronger than ever.

Pecola lovingly cares for Nina every single day. She calls Nina her pride and joy and says she’s devoted to staying by her side through it all.

Their home is filled with decades of memories — family photos, stories from the past, and keepsakes from their favorite baseball team, the Atlanta Braves. To make Nina’s big day even more special, the Braves surprised her with a handwritten birthday card! ⚾❤️

From the early 1900s to today, Nina has witnessed so much change and history. Her life is a beautiful reminder of love, family, and sisterhood.

💖 Let’s send Nina and Pecola all our warmest wishes for continued happiness and health!

📸 Credit: Nina Willis

For six years, Dr. Pratik Joshi lived alone in London. During that time, he prepared all the visa documents and met the ...
06/14/2025

For six years, Dr. Pratik Joshi lived alone in London. During that time, he prepared all the visa documents and met the legal requirements so that his wife and children could join him in the UK.

That day had finally come.

His wife Komi, resigned from her hospital job in India. The kids said goodbye to their school friends. Today, they boarded Air India flight 171, a one-way ticket to new beginnings. Pratik took a selfie of them smiling in their seats and sent it to the family group chat. The message read: “Next stop: home.”

But the flight never reached London.

It crashed.

No one survived.

Life is cruel like that. Beautiful, then brutal. So don’t wait. Say what matters. Do what you love. Because tomorrow is never promised.

"Every afternoon, 68-year-old Kathy set up two folding chairs and a chalkboard on her porch. Rain or shine, she’d write,...
06/07/2025

"Every afternoon, 68-year-old Kathy set up two folding chairs and a chalkboard on her porch. Rain or shine, she’d write, “Homework help. Free. All ages.” Her neighbors in the quiet town of Cedar Hills thought she was wasting her retirement. “Kids today have tutors and iPads,” muttered Mrs. Jenny, watering her roses. But Kathy had a reason. Her husband, a former principal, had passed last year, leaving her his favorite quote “A mind left untaught is a door left unlocked.”

The first visitor was Manny, a 9-year-old who’d missed three weeks of school after his dad lost his job. “I don’t get fractions,” he mumbled, kicking a pebble. Kathy handed him a cookie and drew a pizza on the chalkboard.. “Let’s split it into slices. Your turn.” By sunset, Manny was grinning. “So that’s how it works!”

Word spread slowly. A single mom, working nights at the hospital, left her daughter Lily with Kathy. A shy teenager, Jake, slunk over to “borrow notes” but stayed to learn poetry. Kathy’s porch became a mosaic of mismatched chairs, dog-eared textbooks, and laughter. Retired engineers taught algebra. A former librarian read stories aloud. Even Manny’s dad joined, brushing up on Excel for job interviews.

Then came the letter.
“CEASE & DESIST. Unlicensed educational activity.”
The town council called it a “safety hazard.” Kathy’s son begged her to quit. “You’re risking fines!”

The next morning, 30 kids and parents crowded Kathy’s lawn, holding protest signs, “Our brains need her!” “Where’s the harm in kindness?” A local reporter filmed Jake reciting a poem he’d written, “Her porch is our castle. Her chalkboard, our shield.”

The council caved. Sort of.
“You can use the old rec center. But no budget. Fix it yourself.”

Volunteers transformed the crumbling building. Teens painted murals of books. Carpenters built desks from donated wood. A grandmother knitted cushions. They called it “The Open Door Learning Center.” Teachers donated supplies. Parents traded shifts for snacks.

Last week, Lily won a statewide essay contest. Her topic? “The lady who unlocked my world.”

Kathy still sits on her porch some days, sipping tea. The chalkboard now reads, “Knowledge is a seed. Plant it anywhere.”
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Credit: SYJ

06/02/2025

This starts my 22nd year of teaching middle school. Yesterday was quite possibly one of the most impactful days I have ever had.
I tried a new activity called “The Baggage Activity”. I asked the kids what it meant to have baggage and they mostly said it was hurtful stuff you carry around on your shoulders.
I asked them to write down on a piece of paper what was bothering them, what was heavy on their heart, what was hurting them, etc. No names were to be on a paper. They wadded the paper up, and threw it across the room.
They picked up a piece of paper and took turns reading out loud what their classmate wrote. After a student read a paper, I asked who wrote that, and if they cared to share.
I’m here to tell you, I have never been so moved to tears as what these kids opened up and about and shared with the class.
Things like su***de, parents in prison, drugs in their family, being left by their parents, death, cancer, losing pets (one said their gerbil died cause it was fat, we giggled😁) and on and on.
The kids who read the papers would cry because what they were reading was tough. The person who shared (if they chose to tell us it was them) would cry sometimes too. It was an emotionally draining day, but I firmly believe my kids will judge a little less, love a little more, and forgive a little faster.
This bag hangs by my door to remind them that we all have baggage. We will leave it at the door. As they left I told them, they are not alone, they are loved, and we have each other’s back.
I am honored to be their teacher.
Credit: Karen Wunderlich Loewe

"15 years ago, my wife came home with a little girl who was going to get removed from school because her parent's couldn...
05/27/2025

"15 years ago, my wife came home with a little girl who was going to get removed from school because her parent's couldn't afford to pay for her education. I decided to pay for it straight away because she was so keen to study and make something of herself. As time passed by, we would ask street children if they were going to school and the one's who said they weren't because of poverty, we would enroll with our own money. Till date, I've paid for the education of over 200 such children...including their college and advanced studies fees.

Back in 2001 when I began to pay for their education, I was a well to do man with a comfortable salary to afford everything, but it all changed when I met with an accident. I have a hole in my left foot, I'm almost completely blind in my right eye and was on bedrest for 4 years which depleted most of my finances but my wife and I made sure that we first accounted for these children before worrying about our expenses. We still look after 40 children -- if one of them finishes their education we look for more children to sponsor. Times are such that if I want to eat biryani, I will have to think twice because money is tight... but our happiness level is infinite. So many of our children have gone onto work at big multi nationals and often offer me money to retire, but I only tell them one thing -- 'pay it forward to someone else who needs the money and you would have repaid me for a 100 lifetimes.'

That's the beauty of what my wife and I started together 15 years ago -- many of those who we sponsored now take care of children like them, whose parents cannot afford to pay for their education...and that's all we ever wanted."

Credit Humans of Bombay
[𝘋𝘔 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭]
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05/05/2025

A woman was counting coins on the hood of her car while getting gas. A man at the next pump saw her and wanted to help. Without saying anything, he quietly used his own gas pump to fill up her car. Then he drove away while she walked inside the gas station. She didn’t even know who helped her.

Someone sitting in a nearby car saw what happened and recorded it. The moment shows the woman coming back and seeing the gas pump in her car. She looked very surprised and covered her mouth with her hand. You could tell she was really thankful.

Some people think the moment might not be real, but it still shows how powerful kindness can be.

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