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1. My name is Marco. I am a nurse And today . . . I cried in the hallway. No one recognized me. No one asked if I was okay. Today I accompanied two patients on their final journey. I hugged a father who had just lost his son. I washed a gentleman's hair — he smiled, tired, and said: "At least I'll come out clean." He held my hand tightly. No one from his family came to say goodbye. Every day I try my best: Care. Closeness. Human warmth. But you often forget to give yourself a little tenderness. I don't ask for applause I just ask that — if it's not too much — someone says: "Hey Marco." Maybe today I feel a little less lonely. 2. "Today we did this lady's yard. She was telling us how the man next door was charging her to cut her yard and she could not afford it because she is on a fixed income and just came out the hospital. She also said how he harasses her for the payment. But she need not worry no more because Raising Men Lawn Care Service will be doing her lawn for FREE just like how we do the rest of the lawns and will get her lawn done every two weeks. She can use the money on things that she really needs like medication. We are making a difference!"

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(1/n) Minneapolis church shooting 🧵

Breaking down the tragic shooting at Annunciation Catholic Church and School in Minneapolis, MN, on August 27, 2025. Two children were killed, 17 others injured during a morning Mass. I’ll cover details from official reports, eyewitness accounts, and emerging info on the shooter. Sources include police briefings and news outlets.

2. The incident unfolded just before 8:30 AM during an all-school Mass celebrating the first week of classes. Dozens of children (pre-K to 8th grade) were inside the church pews when the attack began.

Micheal Jackson — A Thread 🧵

1. Listen to Michael Jackson's real voice with no autotune 2. When Kevin Prince Boateng dropped this iconic Michael Jackson performance after Milan won the Scudetto

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1. My name is Marco. I am a nurse And today . . . I cried in the hallway. No one recognized me. No one asked if I was okay. Today I accompanied two patients on their final journey. I hugged a father who had just lost his son. I washed a gentleman's hair — he smiled, tired, and said: "At least I'll come out clean." He held my hand tightly. No one from his family came to say goodbye. Every day I try my best: Care. Closeness. Human warmth. But you often forget to give yourself a little tenderness. I don't ask for applause I just ask that — if it's not too much — someone says: "Hey Marco." Maybe today I feel a little less lonely. 2. "My hero is Mom. When I got my own police station she knitted me a teddy bear. I was hoping for a coffee mug.
I said “Mum I’m too old for a teddy bear.”
She said 'Firstly, you’re not. No one is. Secondly, it’s not for you. It’s a trauma bear, for any kid you think needs it.'
Three months later I’m asking a little boy to do a big job. There was a scared bear in my police truck that needed looking after. And, while his world dissolved in sirens and lights that boy kept that bear safe and took him home.
Mum has made hundreds of things since. Trauma bears for victims of crime, quilts to warm rehabilitating drug addicts during the chill of withdrawal, booties and mittens for premature babies. There’s something in the stitching, a kind of grandma magic I suppose.
The photo is me dropping off some more bears and quilts. Mum’s my hero and, since she’s not on Facebook, if you message me I’ll pass it on."

Australia — A Thread 🧵

1. Tourist Map of Australia 2.

Cats 🧵

1. And free medical 2. The prophecy has been fulfilled

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1. In the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, a 2-year-old dog named Blue vanished from her backyard after the storm tore down the fence. Her family searched tirelessly, but she was gone—without a trace.

They waited. Hoped. Grieved.

Eight years passed.

Then last week, over 300 miles away, a good Samaritan found a quiet, weathered dog in a public restroom. That dog was Blue.

She was brought to Pet Circle Regional Animal Center, where staff scanned her for a microchip—just as they do for every stray. This time, the chip still worked. The contact was still good. And just like that, everything changed.

Blue’s family was overwhelmed. After nearly a decade, they were getting their dog back.

The Samaritan even offered to drive halfway to reunite Blue with her mom.

And when they saw each other again?

There were no words—just tail wags, tears, and joy.

Because love never truly disappears. 2. He is there, stretched out like a starfish, plunged into a deep, soothed sleep. 🌙🐾 It's not just a nap, it's her first real night of peace—no fear, no noise, just the gentle presence of a loving home. 🏡💞

After months of uncertainty and vigilance, he finally surrenders, free and safe. Her once worried look turned to confidence. This sofa is not just a piece of furniture, it is a symbol of a new beginning, of a true and lasting love story. ❤️🐶

He is in his home. Really at home.
And this is the most beautiful victory 😴✨

Cats — A Thread 🧵

1. 2. Murray

Ever wondered what everyday life was like for people living 50, 100, or more years ago..?

A rare Thread 🧵

1. A man takes a selfie using a stick of wood to activate the camera, 1957 2. The crowded beach of Atlantic City photographed in 1908.

Dogs — A thread 🧵

1. 2. Brothers reunited

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1) Last night was heavy. One of the ewes gave birth, but her lamb was stillborn. We tried everything, but it was no use. When we took the little one away, the mother cried through the night, pacing and calling for a baby that would never answer.

This morning, something unexpected happened.

Another ewe, who had given birth to twins last week, seemed to understand the sorrow in the air. Without hesitation, she offered one of her lambs to the grieving mother. No struggle. No confusion. Just quiet, instinctive compassion. As if to say, “Here, take this piece of love. You don’t have to be alone.”

Now, out in the field, they both stand with a lamb at their side. Two mothers. Two babies. A rebalancing of love in a world that sometimes breaks our hearts.

It’s often said that animals can’t feel the way we do—but we’ve seen otherwise. They grieve. They comfort. They know loss. And they know how to heal it.

We’re not so different after all. 2) "This is Albert, he is one of my customers on my window round. He was out painting his fence.
He is 95 years old he's always up to something. He does all his own DIY, walks once a week 1 mile to shopping, carrying his goods back. He cooks nearly everyday a full Sunday lunch for him and his wife. He cares for his ill wife. Takes the locals shopping in his car (still drives) etc
He's an inspiration.
I asked to get a photo so I could post it on Facebook he posed saying 'do you want my paint brush in my hand?'
Give him a like so I can show him next time I am around it will make his day like he makes me smile every time I see him messing around at home."

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1) "When 79-year-old George retired, he didn’t buy a golf club or a hammock. He hung a handmade sign in his garage window: “Broken things? Bring ’em here. No charge. Just tea and talk.”

His neighbors in the faded mill town of Maple Grove thought he’d lost it. “Who fixes stuff for free?” grumbled the barber. But George had a reason. His wife, Ruth, had spent decades repairing torn coats and cracked picture frames for anyone who knocked. “Waste is a habit,” she’d say. “Kindness is the cure.” She’d died the year before, and George’s hands itched to mend what she’d left behind.

The first visitor was 8-year-old Mia, dragging a plastic toy truck with a missing wheel. “Dad says we can’t afford a new one,” she mumbled. George rummaged through his toolbox, humming. An hour later, the truck rolled again—this time with a bottle cap for a wheel and a stripe of silver duct tape. “Now it’s custom ,” he winked. Mia left smiling, but her mother lingered. “Can you… fix a résumé?” she asked. “I’ve been stuck on the couch since the factory closed.”

By noon, George’s garage buzzed. A widow brought a shattered clock (“My husband wound it every Sunday”). A teen carried a leaky backpack. George fixed them all, but he didn’t work alone. Retired teachers proofread résumés. A former seamstress stitched torn backpacks. Even Mia returned, handing him a jar of jam: “Mom says thanks for the job interview.”

Then came the complaint.

“Unlicensed business,” snapped the city inspector. “You’re violating zoning laws.”

Maple Grove’s mayor, a man with a spreadsheet heart, demanded George shut down. The next morning, 40 townsfolk stood on George’s lawn, holding broken toasters, torn quilts, and protest signs: “Fix the law, not just stuff!” A local reporter filmed a segment: “Is kindness illegal?”

The mayor caved. Sort of.

“If you want to ‘fix’ things, do it downtown,” he said. “Rent the old firehouse. But no guarantees.”

The firehouse became a hive. Volunteers gutted it, painted it sunshine yellow, and dubbed it “Ruth’s Hub.” Plumbers taught plumbing. Teenagers learned to darn socks. A baker swapped muffins for repaired microwaves. The town’s waste dropped by 30%.

But the real magic? Conversations. A lonely widow fixed a lamp while a single dad patched a bike tire. They talked about Ruth. About loss. About hope.

Last week, George found a note in his mailbox. It was from Mia, now 16, interning at a robotics lab. “You taught me to see value in broken things. I’m building a solar-powered prosthetic arm. PS: The truck still runs!”

Today, 12 towns across the state have “Fix-It Hubs.” None charge money. All serve tea.

Funny, isn’t it? How a man with a screwdriver can rebuild a world."

Let this story reach more hearts...

Credit: SYJ 2) In 2015, school principal Jason Smith met a 12-year-old girl named Raven. She was sitting outside his office after being suspended from the sixth grade.
"She looked like such a sweet, innocent child, sitting there feeling down," Jason said. "I asked her what had happened, and she told me she threw a cup of yogurt at lunch and got suspended. She was just waiting to be picked up."
Jason asked if she would ever throw food in a restaurant, and Raven told him she’d never been to one. She also explained that she didn’t really have a family, as she had spent most of her life living in group homes and moving around in the foster care system.
Jason felt like Raven really needed something good to happen to her for once. "She needed someone to help her," he said.
Jason and his wife, Marybeth, had struggled with infertility for a long time. The moment they met Raven, they both knew she was meant to be part of their family. Raven was grateful to find a loving home, and today, she’s studying social work at the University of Kentucky.
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1) He was late for work when he saw her — a small dog, struggling in the dark water below. He didn’t think about the meeting he was supposed to be in or the tie around his neck. He just moved. Shoes kicked off. The cold air biting his face as he climbed over the railing. A single breath, then the jump.

The water hit him like a slap, pulling him under. He came up gasping, hair in his eyes, the weight of his clothes dragging him down. But he saw her. Tiny head bobbing, eyes wide. And that was all he needed.

He reached out, feeling her small, shivering body press against him. She stopped fighting then. As he pulled her close, she rested her head against his shoulder like she already knew he would carry her to safety.

By the time they reached the shore, he was soaked to the skin. He had nothing to show for the day — no paycheck, no meeting notes, no accolades. Just a shivering dog, pressing closer into his chest.

Later, he called his boss. Explained why he’d missed work. His voice still shaking, he braced for the anger, the cold dismissal. But the boss just sighed and said, “That’s not part of the job.”

He hung up, staring down at the dog in his lap. She was safe. Alive. And for a moment, he wondered why the world he lived in couldn’t see that this — this rescue, this quiet moment of life against the odds — was worth more than anything else he could have done that day.

Maybe the world was wrong. Or maybe it just needed to be reminded what really matters.

Credit goes to respective owner 2) On the morning of September 25, 2000, 19-year-old Kevin Hines walked with heavy steps toward the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. He was silently battling the weight of bipolar disorder, overwhelmed by a darkness he could no longer contain. Standing on the edge, he watched the water churn beneath him while traffic rushed by, unaware of the war raging inside him. Then, in a moment of despair, he climbed over the railing and jumped.

Kevin plunged at over 75 mph, falling the equivalent of a 22-story building. The impact shattered three vertebrae in his back; he felt his body breaking even before hitting the water. Against all odds, he survived. But survival didn’t mean immediate safety—paralyzed from the waist down, struggling to stay afloat in the freezing bay, he was in agony and drowning in both water and regret. “The moment my hands left the railing,” he later said, “I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I wanted to live.”

Then, something miraculous happened. Kevin felt a presence beneath him, something large and gentle lifting him toward the surface. Witnesses onshore later confirmed it wasn’t a shark, as he feared, but a sea lion that stayed beneath him, nudging and keeping him afloat until the Coast Guard arrived. That moment changed Kevin forever. He survived not only a suicide attempt but was granted a second chance at life. He went on to become a powerful advocate for mental health, sharing his story around the world, and authoring *Cracked, Not Broken*. What tried to end his life became the beginning of his mission: to help others hold on just one more moment, in case that moment is the one that saves everything.

Credit goes to respective owners

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1)“My 18 year old son was working at Tractor Supply one evening when a gentleman came in just before closing to buy pet food.

There was a line at the register and when the man attempted to pay, his card was declined. He asked to try again. Declined. My son, seeing the disappointment and embarrassment on this gentleman’s face, very nonchalantly slid his own debit card out of his wallet and paid for the man’s order without saying a word. When the man thanked him, my son nodded and smiled. He was happy to be able to help this stranger.

A couple days later, the man came back in the store and found my son. He thanked him again and paid him back. My son wasn’t expecting the money back, so he donated it to the American Cancer Society in memory of his great uncle who recently passed.

In today’s world, I take nothing for granted. I am amazed and impressed at my son’s willingness to help others in their time of need.” 2) 19-year-old Austin Dennison just took his 89 year old great grandma, Delores, to the senior prom because she didn't get to go when she was younger! They went to dinner, took photos, danced, and got a standing ovation from the other students! Austin who is an Eagle Scout, a volunteer firefighter, played football, baseball, and basketball and played in the school band, says "I respect my elders greatly. They have a great influence on my life. To be able to sit down and talk to them and learn from them and their experiences is a great thing." Thumbs up to Austin! This is an outstanding young man!

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1) "My Mom!
My so called dad abandoned his family for a woman next door when I was 11 with two brothers 9 and 4! He also took out a secret balloon loan on the house that my mom didn’t know about until the bank showed up and wanted full payment. This was the 60’s when a divorced woman couldn’t get any credit and was expected to go on welfare! My mother went to the bank and begged for a loan to keep a roof over our heads! They took a chance on her and she paid off a 30 year mortgage in 6 years working in a factory and raising 3 boys with an eighth grade education. She worked her fingers to the bone to give us everything we needed including college. I could never pay her back for all she did for us and she would not have taken anything if I had tried. She worked nights in the factory and came home to grow a garden, canned food and maintained the house making sure we had something to eat. She was everything to us and I still miss her every day. The picture is of my mom with her grandsons which were my sons."
Credit: Jack Haugen 2) ”So today a lady and her mother and husband came in telling us that the insurance company may or may not pay for their little boys walker so they went on the internet and found plans to make one out of PVC pipe so my store manager heard about this and we went over to them looked at their plans and said we got this so we started putting it together told the family to go and enjoy ice cream and come back in a hour.

Other associates started jumping in and when the family came back it was done. Everyone was crying to see Logan walk around with the biggest smile on his face and when the family tried to pay us we said no way this one is on us. Thank to all that help and for being a blessing to this family and to this little guy.”

Credit goes to Sophie Marsh

Some of the funniest, weirdest, and most brilliant ads you didn’t know existed — A Thread 🧵

The marketing guy behind this ad deserves a pay raise 😂 World Wildlife Foundation

The terrifying beauty of the Ocean.

A Thread 🧵 A whale shark moving through bioluminescent algae appears to be flying through the vastness of space

The Most Ruthless Dictators in History. —A Thread 🧵

Adolf Hitler (Germany) Idi Amin (Uganda)

Ugandan dictator Idi Amin is asked about his thoughts on Hitler