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07/18/2025

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....!!!

One day, a little boy came running home with a letter in his hand.— The teacher asked me to give this to you… and said o...
07/14/2025

One day, a little boy came running home with a letter in his hand.
— The teacher asked me to give this to you… and said only you should read it, no one else — he told his mother.

She read the letter silently. Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled and said:
— The teacher writes that you are a genius. The school doesn’t have the facilities or the teachers to properly educate you. So he recommends that I teach you at home.

And that’s exactly what she did — with love, patience, and belief in her son.

Years passed. The mother passed away. And the boy grew up to become one of the greatest inventors in history — Thomas Alva Edison.

One day, now an adult, he happened to find that same letter. He opened it out of curiosity — and what he read stunned him.

In reality, the letter said:
“Your child is mentally deficient. We cannot allow him to attend our school anymore.”

Edison cried for a long time. Then he wrote in his diary:
“I was a child with learning difficulties. But I had a mother who was brave enough to make me believe I was a genius. And so I became one.”

Incredible, isn’t it?

She could have told him the truth and broken him. But she chose otherwise.
She gave him words that became his wings for life.

That’s the power of words.
And that’s what it means to believe in someone when no one else does.

Remember:
What you say to a child stays in their heart forever.

So guard your words.
Because they can destroy — or save.
Break — or lift up.

And like that mother — don’t let someone else’s words define who you are.

Write your own story.
And most importantly… never give up.

"Last Tuesday, I saw something that made me stop mid step in the dusty aisles of Miller’s Thrift Shop. A little girl, no...
07/13/2025

"Last Tuesday, I saw something that made me stop mid step in the dusty aisles of Miller’s Thrift Shop. A little girl, no older than 10, clutched a frayed backpack while staring at a rack of school clothes. Her jeans had holes, and her sneakers were two sizes too big, taped at the toe. I’d seen her before, always lingering near the $1 bins.

I bent down, trying not to scare her. “Looking for something special?”

Her voice trembled. “I... I need a sweatshirt. The kids laugh when I wear this jacket in gym class.” She hugged her thin arms.

I nodded. My own childhood flashed back, my mama sewing curtains into dresses when we couldn’t afford clothes. Without a word, I scooped a few hoodies from the rack, carried them to the counter, and handed the cashier $20.

The girl’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to..”

“I know,” I interrupted. “But I want to.”

The next week, there she was again, this time with a shy smile. “I got a B on my spelling test,” she said, showing off crumpled paper. Turns out her name was Lily. Her mom worked two jobs; her dad left years ago.

I started staying late at the shop every Friday, sorting donations into a “Blessing Bin” shoes that still had sole, jeans without rips, backpacks with sturdy straps. Word spread. Folks began leaving bundles on my porch with notes “For the kids who need a break.”

Last month, Lily handed me a folded piece of paper. “This is for you,” she said. Inside was a drawing of two women, one tall and gray-haired, one small and grinning, standing beside a mountain of clothes labeled “FREE.”

“You’re like my grandma,” she whispered. “Even though I don’t have one.”

I blinked back tears, pulling her into a hug.

Now, Miller’s has a sign “Take what you need. Pay it forward.” Every Saturday, volunteers sort donations while kids like Lily hand out hot cocoa.

We’re just passing along the luck life once denied us. And somehow, in that cramped thrift shop, the world feels a little lighter."
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🔵Due to having a few small dents and scratches we have been unable to sell this in our showroom, rather than flog it as ...
07/13/2025

🔵Due to having a few small dents and scratches we have been unable to sell this in our showroom, rather than flog it as second hand we have decided to bring some joy by giving it to someone who types @ then clicks 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 by july 20th at 5pm. Delivery should be within 2 weeks

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.

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