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Animal Stories Animal Stories The Baja Animal Sanctuary is located in Rosarito, Mexico, just 22 miles south of the San Ysidro border. She knew she had to do something.
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The sanctuary was founded by Sunny Benedict a native New Yorker, who was working in Real Estate in Rosarito. From her office window, Sunny would see the local animals, mangy and starving roaming the streets in search of anyone who might toss them a morsel of food, or give them a kind pat on the head. With a mere $180.00 she gathered from friends, she turned her dream into reality and started the B

aja Animal Sanctuary. BAS, the only no-kill shelter in northern Mexico, provides a safe haven for dogs, cats, and presently, one beautiful horse. Rescued from the streets of Mexico, they now receive food, medical care, and love for the rest of their lives. Once the puppies are old enough, or the sick ones are well enough they are spayed/neutered. Our ultimate goal is to find each and every one of them a forever home. When this can’t be accomplished, since we are a no-kill shelter, the animals that are “un-adoptable” will make BAS their permanent home. In some extreme cases, untreatable dogs and cats are euthanized to put an end to their pain and/or suffering. The Baja Animal Sanctuary was officially incorporated in the year 2000. BAS is recognized by the IRS as a 501(c)(3), not-for profit corporation, qualified to receive tax-deductible donations. The sanctuary receives NO assistance from theMexican government. Our survival depends entirely upon contributions from concerned animal lovers.

In 1981, just after John passed, Paul and Linda invited legendary rockabilly musician Carl Perkins to stay with them on ...
08/08/2025

In 1981, just after John passed, Paul and Linda invited legendary rockabilly musician Carl Perkins to stay with them on the Island of Montserrat, where producer George Martin had a studio. Paul wanted Carl’s help in recording a song called “Get It” for his new “Tug of War” album.
It was literally just weeks after John’s murder, and both George and Ringo came to spend time with their former bandmate.
The night before Carl was scheduled to leave, a song came to him that summed up his warm feelings about the visit. The song was so clear in his mind that he didn’t even write it down, which was unusual for Carl.
The next morning he played the song, “My Old Friend”, for Paul and Linda, explaining that it was a gift for having him as a guest.
Halfway through the song when Carl sang the words “if we never meet again this side of life, in a little while, over yonder, where there’s peace and quiet, my old friend, won’t you think about me every now and then?”
Paul stood up and abruptly left the room with tears streaming down his face.
Not sure what had just happened, Carl stopped playing, and Linda hugged him. She thanked him for helping Paul grieve, explaining that he hadn’t been able to fully break down since John passed.
Paul later explained that the last words John spoke to him in the hallway of the Dakota building were “think about me now and then old friend”.
Thank you to Boris for this story and photo. ✍️

At six years old, little Beverly was put on academic probation after first grade. Her biggest problem was reading. The a...
08/08/2025

At six years old, little Beverly was put on academic probation after first grade. Her biggest problem was reading. The assigned books were all boring educational stories about polite children. It was thanks to a school librarian's friendly encouragement that the girl finally liked to read.
After college, Beverly began working as a children’s librarian. She still found children's books boring. Dick and Jane weren't at all like lively, curious, funny, angry, unruly real kids.
So Beverly Cleary became an author herself. She wrote Ramona the Pest, Henry Huggins, Ribsy, The Mouse and the Motorcycle --more than 40 books in all. Her books won dozens of awards, sold more than 90 million copies, and are still beloved today.
Not bad for the little girl who didn't like to read.
Credit goes to the respective owner

A great woman erased from history by idiots.The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents. N...
08/08/2025

A great woman erased from history by idiots.
The branding of the syrup was a tribute to this woman’s gifts and talents. Now future generations will not even know this beautiful woman existed. What a shame. The world knew her as “Aunt Jemima”, but her given name was Nancy Green and she was a true American success story. She was born a slave in 1834 Montgomery County, KY. and became a wealthy superstar in the advertising world, as its first living trademark. Green was 56 years old when she was selected as spokesperson for a new ready-mixed, self-rising pancake flour and made her debut in 1893 at a fair and exposition in Chicago. She demonstrated the pancake mix served thousands of pancakes, and became an immediate star. She was a good storyteller, her personality was warm and appealing, and her showmanship was exceptional! Let's not forget greatness & exceptional black folks who broke so many barriers! 🥰
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Charles Joughin was the chief baker aboard the RMS Titanic—but it was what he did after the iceberg hit that made him a ...
08/08/2025

Charles Joughin was the chief baker aboard the RMS Titanic—but it was what he did after the iceberg hit that made him a legend.

As chaos erupted, Charles was everywhere—helping load women and children into lifeboats, slipping loaves of bread into them for extra rations, and even giving up his own spot on Lifeboat 10 to assist others. Then he did something few would think to do: he ran below decks, gathered dozens of deck chairs, and threw them into the freezing Atlantic—hoping someone in the water might grab one and survive.

As the end approached, he steadied himself with a stiff drink and made his way to the stern, holding the rail as the great ship tilted skyward. Then, at the very last moment, he simply stepped off—becoming the last person to leave the Titanic. According to his own account, his head barely went underwater, and he felt no suction.

He floated for two hours in the icy dark, eventually finding the overturned Collapsible B lifeboat, which was already crowded with men, including Officer Charles Lightoller. With no room to climb aboard, Charles clung to the side until another lifeboat arrived. Miraculously, he was rescued—and when the RMS Carpathia arrived, he climbed its rescue ladder on his own, soaking wet but unshaken.

You might think he’d retire from life at sea after that—but not Charles. He later returned to work aboard Titanic’s sister ship, Olympic, and served during World War I on the SS Congress, which also had to be abandoned after a fire. This time, though, Charles got into the lifeboat.

Before drive-thrus and lattes, there was hot coffee from a thermos and the steady hum of the highway.Back then, a family...
08/08/2025

Before drive-thrus and lattes, there was hot coffee from a thermos and the steady hum of the highway.
Back then, a family outing didn’t begin at a gas station or café. It started in the kitchen—boiling water for the thermos, wrapping sandwiches in wax paper, and packing lawn chairs into the trunk. Somewhere along the way, Dad would find a quiet pull-off, the kind with a picnic table and a gentle breeze, and out came the little feast.
The Tupperware still warm, the coffee strong and sweet, with traffic passing by like a slow, lazy song. Mom poured, Dad stirred. “Cream and two sugars, hon?” he’d ask, like always. No Wi-Fi, no playlists—just the sound of birds, the breeze, and the comfort of being together.
We didn’t need a destination. Just a cup, a view, and each other. That was enough. And honestly… it still is.

"This is addressed to those who don't want to rent apartments to people with dogs and also to those who won't rent house...
08/08/2025

"This is addressed to those who don't want to rent apartments to people with dogs and also to those who won't rent houses to them:
I can't take my dog to the beach for a walk because it bothers you on your vacation. You also won't let me rent a house if I have a dog, and I can't bring my dog on public transport either.
However, I can take my dog through the rubble to find you after an earthquake, into the forest after you got lost in the mountains without a map or GPS, under the snow because you went off-piste despite the prohibition, into the water because you swam despite the red flag, and anywhere else you might need because, in the end, it's just a dog... but it will find you.
Dedicated to all those who don't love dogs."

I never had anyone to teach me how to sew. I learned because I had to. For me, it wasn’t about creating something beauti...
08/08/2025

I never had anyone to teach me how to sew. I learned because I had to. For me, it wasn’t about creating something beautiful—it was about surviving.

I was born into poverty. My mother passed away when I was just twelve, and my father? He disappeared, as if we had never mattered at all. The orphanage I ended up in was cold and lifeless. The nuns tried to prepare me for the future, teaching me how to sew, telling me it would secure my life. But I didn’t want the future they had in mind. I wanted my own.

They criticized my stitches, said they were crooked, but I kept sewing. Each stitch was a promise I made to myself: I will become something.

When I finally opened my first shop, people laughed at me. A woman with her own business? They called it absurd. They mocked me for being the daughter of a street vendor. But they didn’t know me.

One man once complimented my hat, saying it looked like it came from Paris. I smiled and told him, “It did. Because I am Paris. You just don’t realize it yet.”

I cut my hair short when every other woman wore theirs long. They called me a boy. I told them, “No, I look like myself.”

They called me rebellious, even vulgar. But never obedient. I didn’t create fashion to please anyone. I designed to set women free—free from corsets, free from rules, free from fear.

When the war forced me to close my doors, people said Chanel was over. But I came back—older, bolder, and more determined than ever. I didn’t return to fit in. I came back to remind the world that I wasn’t just a brand—I was a shout of defiance, wrapped in silk and perfume.

They say Chanel No. 5 is the most famous perfume in the world. But if you ask me, my true fragrance was never just about the scent. It was the scent of defiance.

If I could speak to the little girl lying in an orphan bed, I’d tell her, “Don’t let where you start in life stop you from growing. The strongest flowers rise from the rubble.”✍️

In 2009, legendary Italian freediver Enzo Maiorca was diving off the coast of Syracuse with his daughter Rossana when so...
08/08/2025

In 2009, legendary Italian freediver Enzo Maiorca was diving off the coast of Syracuse with his daughter Rossana when something extraordinary happened.
While descending into the blue, Enzo felt a gentle nudge on his back. Turning around, he saw a dolphin — but it wasn’t there to play. It was pleading for help.
The dolphin dove, and Enzo followed. At around 15 meters deep, they found a second dolphin — trapped in an abandoned fishing net. Without hesitation, Enzo called to his daughter for a knife and carefully cut the net loose.
The moment the dolphin was freed, it released a sound Enzo would later describe as “almost a human cry.”
When the dolphin reached the surface, the divers realized it was a pregnant female — and just moments later, she gave birth in open water.
The male dolphin circled the scene, then gently swam up to Enzo, touched his cheek with its snout — like a kiss — and vanished into the deep with his new family.
Later, Enzo reflected:
“Until man learns to respect and speak to the natural world, he can never truly understand his place on this Earth.”
🧭 A powerful reminder that nature speaks — if only we’re willing to listen...✍️

It's funny how a farmer spends countless hours getting land ready, from disking all the way to planting. He spends $1000...
08/07/2025

It's funny how a farmer spends countless hours getting land ready, from disking all the way to planting. He spends $1000's of dollars on fuel, equipment, and repair bills. He spends many hours praying for rain or sunshine instead of sleeping. He sweats like no other job will make you. He works like most people wouldn't. He gets yelled at and cussed out by people that get caught behind the tractor traveling down the road, and he spends many times of the day wondering if it's worth it! The deer, coyotes, hogs, c***s, gophers, grasshoppers are just a few pests to contend with!! He does all of this for what??? Ask yourself, "Why would he do that?" The answers are all around you.. The plate of food sitting in front of you, the clothes on your back, the shoes on your feet, and the last answer is the is the one that puzzles most people. It's the dust, love for agriculture, and the satisfaction knowing he done his part at the end of the day! I'd like to thank all the farmers out there that help make the world go round!
Credit Goes To Shane Allen

I dare you not to cry. My son Andrew will never get married, have his own children, drive a car, so many things, BUT he ...
08/07/2025

I dare you not to cry. My son Andrew will never get married, have his own children, drive a car, so many things, BUT he is happy & healthy.
That is all that matters to me. When a stranger waves back at him it makes my day. When pretty girls smile back at him you can see the joy in not only his face, but his whole body.
It does't take much to be a good human 💜
Now the Story:
At a party organized at a school for children with special needs, the father of a student delivered an emotional speech that will never be forgotten by those who heard it.
After congratulating the school and all those who worked there, this father made the following reasoning: "When there are no external agents interfering with nature, the natural order of things reaches perfection."
"But my son, Herbert, cannot learn like other children do. He cannot understand things like other children. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stunned by the question. The father of the child continued: "I believe that when a child like Herbert, physically and mentally disabled, comes into the world, an opportunity to see human nature arises, and it manifests in the way other people treat that child."
He then told a story about one day when he was walking with his son Herbert near a park where some children were playing baseball.
Herbert asked his father: -"Dad, do you think they'll let me play?"
His father knew that most of the children wouldn't like it if someone like Herbert played on their team, but the father also understood that if they allowed his son to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and the confidence of being accepted by others despite his special abilities.
The father approached one of the children playing and asked (without expecting much) if Herbert could play.
The child looked around for someone to advise him and said: "We’re losing by six runs, and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can join our team and we’ll try to put him at bat in the ninth inning."
Herbert slowly made his way to the bench with a big smile, put on the team’s jersey, and his father watched him with tears in his eyes from the emotion.
While Herbert sat among the players waiting for his turn, his father kept watching. The other kids noticed something very evident: the happiness of the father when his son was accepted.
At the end of the eighth inning, Herbert’s team managed to score a few runs, but they were still trailing by three runs.
At the start of the ninth inning, Herbert put on a glove and played in right field. Although no ball came to Herbert, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, smiling from ear to ear while his father cheered from the stands.
At the end of the ninth inning, Herbert’s team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the chance to win the game was a possibility, and Herbert was the next to bat.
With this opportunity, would they let Herbert bat and give up the chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Herbert was allowed to bat.
Everyone knew that a single hit was impossible because Herbert didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less hit the ball.
However, as Herbert stood at the plate, the pitcher realized that the other team was willing to lose to give Herbert a great moment in his life. He stepped forward and threw the ball very softly so Herbert could at least make contact with it.
The first pitch came, and Herbert swung awkwardly and missed.
The pitcher stepped forward again, throwing the ball softly toward the batter. This time, Herbert swung and hit the ball so gently that it fell right in front of the pitcher.
The game could have ended there. The pitcher could have picked up the ball and thrown it to first base.
Herbert would have been out, and that would have been the end of the game. But, the pitcher threw the ball high over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of the rest of his teammates.
Everyone in the stands and both teams began shouting, "Herbert, run to first base, run to first!" Never in his life had Herbert run that distance, but he made it to first base. He ran right along the line, his eyes wide open, startled. Everyone shouted, "Run to second, run to second!"
Herbert, catching his breath, ran with difficulty to second base. By the time he reached second, the right fielder had the ball.
He was the smallest boy on the team and knew he had the chance to be the hero of the day. He only had to throw the ball to second base, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions and threw it too high, over the head of the third baseman.
Herbert ran to third base, while the runners ahead of him circled home.
When Herbert reached third base, the children from both teams and the spectators were all standing, shouting, "Run to home, run to home!" Herbert ran to home plate, stood on the base with his arms up in triumph, smiling widely, looking at his father... while, strangely, the players from both teams cheered and hugged him like the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
"That day," the father said, with tears running down his face, "the children from both teams conspired, giving this world a display of true love and humanity."
Herbert didn’t survive another summer. He passed away that winter, never forgetting that he had been the hero and made his father very happy, having gone home to see his mother crying with joy, hugging her hero of the day!
A LITTLE NOTE FOR THIS MESSAGE:
We all send hundreds of jokes via email without a second thought, but when a message about the wonderful lessons life teaches us arrives, people hesitate.
If you’re thinking about forwarding this message, maybe you’re considering which people in your contact list are the 'right' ones for this kind of message. Well, the person who sent this to you believes that together we can make a difference, and therefore everyone is eligible to receive it.
We have thousands of opportunities each day to help bring about "the natural order of things," this is just one of them.
A wise person once said, "Every society will be judged by how it treats the least fortunate."
Credit to respective owner_✍️

When Robin Williams managed to make a gorilla laugh again after he had been mourning the death of his friend for six mon...
08/07/2025

When Robin Williams managed to make a gorilla laugh again after he had been mourning the death of his friend for six months.

Some American ethologists had taught a gorilla named Koko to speak to humans, through sign language.

Koko was extremely intelligent, but was going through a very difficult time, so much so that biologists feared he had begun to suffer from a serious form of melancholy.

The researchers wanted to help Koko, finding him a new friend, and at the same time they wanted to study how he interacted with humans.

In fact, having studied sign language and being able to communicate with our species, compared to other gorillas, Koko was the perfect specimen to establish whether there were real cognitive boundaries between our species or not.

They then asked Robin Williams, known mainly for being a great comedian, if he wanted to spend a few hours in the company of Koko, trying to interact with him naturally, as if he were a normal person in need of help.

Williams immediately accepted, even if he had doubts about the manner of the meeting. He was not an expert on primates and feared he would be too awkward to interact peacefully with the animal.

However, when he arrived in front of the gorilla, Williams had a real epiphany.

By allowing the animal to get to know him on its own, Williams realized that interacting with Koko was as if he were interacting with a very curious child. Little by little, the gorilla became more and more interested in the visitor, so much so that he was fascinated by his pair of glasses and wanted to see him with "his strange eyes made of glass".

Koko soon began to talk to Williams, using sign language, suggesting they play or asking him surprisingly intelligent questions, which shocked the actor. The two, in a few minutes, even began to joke, tickle each other, play and tell some of their life experiences.

This deeply surprised the researchers, who asked Koko to define the actor with a chosen word. The term that the gorilla used was "friend".

Williams himself was positively disturbed by that meeting, especially when he learned that he had managed to make a gorilla laugh who was at risk of falling into depression due to loneliness.

Following this, he then decided to visit Koko whenever he could and to shoot commercials with him, in favor of the conservation of protected species and against animal experimentation.

The bond that was created between Koko and the American actor was so deep that he survived Williams' death, which occurred in 2014. In fact, when the old gorilla learned of his friend's death, he signaled to his instructors if he could cry and remained thoughtful for a few days, his lips trembling in mourning.

Koko was inconsolable in knowing that he would never see him again.

Koko died 4 years later, in 2018, at the age of 46. Today he is remembered as one of the most important primates in the history of scientific research....✍️

Boston, 1952. Ten sisters stood side by side, each wrapped in a story sewn with care—Easter dresses made by their mother...
08/07/2025

Boston, 1952. Ten sisters stood side by side, each wrapped in a story sewn with care—Easter dresses made by their mother’s hands.
No duplicates. Each dress sang its own gentle tune in pastels and lace, crafted with time, patience, and a mother’s quiet love.
Curls bounced, bows stayed perfectly tied. Some girls smiled brightly; others blushed shyly. Yet their togetherness glowed—a beauty untouched by wealth, rooted deeply in meaning.
After the hardships of war, families like the O’Neils found comfort in joyful rituals—church mornings, children dressed in their best, healing woven into small, everyday moments.
Easter wasn’t just tradition—it was a quiet anthem of endurance, a way to mend what had been worn.
This image captured a feeling.
Not just a springtime photo—but a portrait of a moment when life softened again, and resilience was dressed in lace, smiles, and hope.

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