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04/27/2025

04/27/2025

911 GETS CALL FROM SCARED WOMAN, OPERATOR REALIZES SHE IS IN TROUBLE

911: "This is 911, what's your emergency?"
WOMAN: "Hi, my name is Jane. C-could... Could I please get 2 pizzas as soon as possible?"

911: "Sorry, ma'am, I believe you have the wrong number."
WOMAN: "NO! Don't cut the call! I DESPERATELY need 2 pizzas from you!"

911: Ma'am, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Just answer yes or no. Are you in danger?"
WOMAN: "Yes. Please, faster! My daughter and I are " ⬇️

(continue reading in the first cᴑmment)

04/27/2025

MILITARY HAIRCUT GOT MY SON IN TROUBLE—NOW I’M FACING A BIGGER BATTLE

When I picked up my son, Levi, from school last Thursday, he climbed into the backseat without saying a word. He usually won’t stop talking about recess or what he traded at lunch, but that day? Silent. His little face looked tight, like he was holding something back.

It wasn’t until we got home that he finally handed me the note from the principal. Apparently, his haircut “violated dress code standards.” I stared at it, confused, because Levi’s haircut is the same one his uncle—my brother—wears. A clean, short military cut. High and tight, nothing extreme.

Levi told me his teacher had pulled him aside in front of the class, said it was “distracting” and “too aggressive.” Then, they sent him to the office. He's eight. How is a basic haircut aggressive on an eight-year-old?

What really got me was the part where they mentioned “corrective action” if it wasn’t changed by Monday. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly they mean by that. Suspension? Detention? For a haircut?

I called the school, but all they’d say is it’s about “maintaining a positive learning environment.” No one could explain why a military-style cut—one that's common in plenty of families around here—was suddenly an issue.

Now Levi’s asking me if he did something wrong, if he has to grow his hair out to stay out of trouble. Meanwhile, my brother—who’s stationed overseas—called me this morning after I told him. Let’s just say, he’s not happy.

I’m supposed to meet with the principal tomorrow. But there’s something else I just found out tonight, something about another student who wasn’t disciplined for the exact same style…

Story continues in the first 🗨️⬇️

04/27/2025

THREE OF US BECAME DADS IN THE SAME DAY—BUT ONE TEXT CHANGED EVERYTHING

I don’t even know where to start. Honestly, it still feels unreal.

Me, Mateo, and Idris—we’ve been fighting fires together for almost six years. Same shifts, same station, same inside jokes. We always joked about how synchronized our lives felt. But nothing prepared us for this.

All three of us found out we were gonna be dads within months of each other. My wife, Noelle, was due mid-March. Mateo’s girlfriend, Callie, was expecting literally any day. Idris and his husband had just finalized the adoption papers for their newborn son.

What no one saw coming was that all our kids ended up arriving within 24 hours—same hospital, same floor, all our partners in neighboring rooms. Nurses were laughing, saying they’d never seen anything like it. We even took a picture in the hallway, holding up little ones wrapped like burritos, still wearing our station jackets.

Everyone kept saying how perfect it was—like something out of a movie. But what people don’t know is what happened about two hours after that photo.

I was grabbing coffee from the vending machine when I got a text. It was from Callie. Mateo’s girlfriend. Short and sharp: "I need to tell you something. Alone."

At first, I thought maybe she was freaking out about new mom stuff. But when I glanced at Mateo through the glass—him sitting there cradling his daughter, totally oblivious—something in my stomach dropped.

I haven’t responded yet. I’ve been sitting here, staring at that message, wondering how much one conversation could mess up everything we’ve built.

I keep thinking… should I even open this door?⬇️