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A Yearly Tribute
Author Unknown
“Saw a pretty amazing thing tonight at the gym. This firefighter was on the stair climber in full equipment, including his mask and oxygen tank. After about a half hour, I saw him finishing and taking his gear off so I went over to tell him how much I respected what he was doing. I figured he was training for a firefighter exam, but when I commented on it, he exclaimed, "110 floors! Took me 30 minutes, 10 seconds." 110 floors... OMG. It's September 11 and he had just climbed the equivalent of 110 floors like the firefighters did in the World Trade Center. Apparently, this is a tradition that many firefighters do to honor the 343 firefighters who lost their lives in the line of duty that day. It's a helluva tribute.”
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Remember 9/11 and all that were murdered and those that died saving all that they could. May it not happen again.
Author Unknown
“Saw a pretty amazing thing tonight at the gym. This firefighter was on the stair climber in full equipment, including his mask and oxygen tank. After about a half hour, I saw him finishing and taking his gear off so I went over to tell him how much I respected what he was doing. I figured he was training for a firefighter exam, but when I commented on it, he exclaimed, "110 floors! Took me 30 minutes, 10 seconds." 110 floors... OMG. It's September 11 and he had just climbed the equivalent of 110 floors like the firefighters did in the World Trade Center. Apparently, this is a tradition that many firefighters do to honor the 343 firefighters who lost their lives in the line of duty that day. It's a helluva tribute.”
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Remember 9/11 and all that were murdered and those that died saving all that they could. May it not happen again.
Texican
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I can't take him to the beach for a walk because it annoys you and disturbs the vacation... I have no right to rent a house if I have a dog, nor can I take him on public transportation.
However, I can take it to the rubble to find you after an earthquake, in the woods after you got lost in the mountains and had no map or gps; under the snow because you took a detour forbidden off the track; in the water because despite the red flag you have entered the sea, and your life is in danger!
And finally ...
He is just a dog, but he or she will find you. And it will save you!!!
Dedicated to all who DO NOT love dogs!
Nicolas Alarcon
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It is sad that so many do not understand that furr buddies are gifts from God.
However, I can take it to the rubble to find you after an earthquake, in the woods after you got lost in the mountains and had no map or gps; under the snow because you took a detour forbidden off the track; in the water because despite the red flag you have entered the sea, and your life is in danger!
And finally ...
He is just a dog, but he or she will find you. And it will save you!!!
Dedicated to all who DO NOT love dogs!
Nicolas Alarcon-----------------
It is sad that so many do not understand that furr buddies are gifts from God.
Texican
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A Miracle!
“In 1922, scientists at the University of Toronto, Canada, went to a hospital ward with diabetic children, most of them comatose and dying of ketoacidosis (high blood glucose). The room was filled with parents sitting at the bedside awaiting the inevitable death of their children. Diabetes was fought only through a strict diet that ended up driving the patients to chronic malnutrition.
The scientists went from bedside to bedside and injected the children with the new purified extract: insulin. When applied to the last comatose child, the first injected child began to wake up. Then, one by one, all the children awoke from their diabetic coma. A room of death and sadness, became a place of joy and hope.
Thank you Dr. Frederick Banting and Dr. Charles Best, discoverers of insulin, which earned them the Nobel Prize in Medicine.”
“In 1922, scientists at the University of Toronto, Canada, went to a hospital ward with diabetic children, most of them comatose and dying of ketoacidosis (high blood glucose). The room was filled with parents sitting at the bedside awaiting the inevitable death of their children. Diabetes was fought only through a strict diet that ended up driving the patients to chronic malnutrition.
The scientists went from bedside to bedside and injected the children with the new purified extract: insulin. When applied to the last comatose child, the first injected child began to wake up. Then, one by one, all the children awoke from their diabetic coma. A room of death and sadness, became a place of joy and hope.
Thank you Dr. Frederick Banting and Dr. Charles Best, discoverers of insulin, which earned them the Nobel Prize in Medicine.”
Texican
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Farewell in Love
This dog, named Greta, had arrived at the last day of her life at the age of 15 years and ended with a serious illness. The owner took them to the place where they both were happiest together.
Her favorite beach. In her last hour, he caressed her fur and gently talked to her, told about her adventures together and how much he loved her, he did not leave her alone until her last breath on this world. This is how loyalty goes to a beloved animal until the end.
Returning love to our furr buddies knows no bounds.
This dog, named Greta, had arrived at the last day of her life at the age of 15 years and ended with a serious illness. The owner took them to the place where they both were happiest together.
Her favorite beach. In her last hour, he caressed her fur and gently talked to her, told about her adventures together and how much he loved her, he did not leave her alone until her last breath on this world. This is how loyalty goes to a beloved animal until the end.
Returning love to our furr buddies knows no bounds.
Texican
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“I adopted you in old age and I thought you would leave in a few hours. Eventually, the hours became days, and the days became weeks. You loved the sun, the car rides and you were so happy. I’ll never know what you went through, but I wish I had found you earlier to care for your wounds. No one deserves to die alone….” (from a mom who adopts older animals so that they don’t die alone).
What a woman.
What a woman.
Texican
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“Milly (the dog on the stretcher), is a victim of neglect that has turned into an absolute nightmare. Milly was ridiculed by painting her, then tied up and dragged behind a car and finally they weren't happy they shot her. While lying traumatized on the vet's bed, a Border Collie, who is also a victim of abuse, approached surprising everyone with a gesture of great tenderness. She didn't leave Milly alone for a minute making her feel her support.”
- Unknown
If we all had the hearts of animals the world would forever change.
May we never lose our heart filled with His peace, love and tenderness. Such a touching story.
Furr buddies show their love to us and each other.
- Unknown
If we all had the hearts of animals the world would forever change.
May we never lose our heart filled with His peace, love and tenderness. Such a touching story.
Furr buddies show their love to us and each other.
Texican
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Francis Romero Felt A Presence
“The 70-year-old Francis Romero was in a coma in the hospital. His dog was allowed to stay with him, did not break away day and night. After a month Francis woke up from the coma with the words: "Where is the white angel who constantly whispered that everything would be all right?"
What a loving furr buddy.
“The 70-year-old Francis Romero was in a coma in the hospital. His dog was allowed to stay with him, did not break away day and night. After a month Francis woke up from the coma with the words: "Where is the white angel who constantly whispered that everything would be all right?"
What a loving furr buddy.
Texican
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When our son Tate broke his arm nearly three weeks ago, I called for an ambulance. The first officer arrived in just a few minutes and did an excellent job helping calm Tate down until the ambulance arrived. He told Tate he would visit on the first day of school to see how he was doing and to sign his cast.
Officer Miller did stop by on the first day of school, but Tate did not have a cast that people could sign yet. The doorbell rang this morning and it was Officer Miller stopping by again to check on Tate and to sign his new cast.
Thank you Officer Miller for your professionalism, kindness and service to the city of Ankeny. And, thank you for going above and beyond the call of duty to make an 11 year old boy’s day!
Credit: Lori Kremer Logan
There are good and kind LEO's out there every day.
Officer Miller did stop by on the first day of school, but Tate did not have a cast that people could sign yet. The doorbell rang this morning and it was Officer Miller stopping by again to check on Tate and to sign his new cast.
Thank you Officer Miller for your professionalism, kindness and service to the city of Ankeny. And, thank you for going above and beyond the call of duty to make an 11 year old boy’s day!
Credit: Lori Kremer Logan
There are good and kind LEO's out there every day.
Texican
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What are some deep life lessons that saved you if you hadn't learned them?
This is one of those sad but poignant stories.
Even though Lauren was the ninth grandchild on my side of the family, she was the first grandchild for my mother-in-law. It was a time of extreme joy and tragic sorrow.
When I was sure I was pregnant, we made a special trip to my mother-in-law’s house to tell her. The expression on her face was what you’d expect. She was 65 and this was her first grandchild. She was ecstatic.
Yet, she was in the final stages of cancer. She functioned independently and could take care of herself. But I worried she was lonely. Early on in our marriage I asked her if she wanted to come live with us. She said no and I understood. I’d rather stay in my own home, too.
When Lauren was born, I took her to visit my mother-in-law frequently. But then I thought, a grandmother loves taking care of her grandchild by herself…just the two of them.
Grandmother and granddaughter before I left them to go grocery shopping.
So I began to invent excuses for needing a babysitter. Every week or two, I’d call and ask if she would mind taking care of Lauren for an hour or so while I went grocery shopping. I could hear the delight in her voice.
Lauren was only 5 months old when this began. I made sure she was fed and changed then drove across town. I placed a baby blanket on the floor in case my mother-in-law grew tired of holding a baby then placed Lauren in her eager arms. My Mother-in-law’s expression was priceless. That look of complete love and utter delight was like nothing I’d seen on her face since the day I met her.
These visits were short lived. By the time Lauren was 8 months old, her grandmother succumbed to cancer. Lauren never knew her grandmother although her grandmother cherished her.
What did I learn? I learned that even in the final stages of life, joy is possible. Feeling useful is possible. Developing a relationship with your grandchild is possible even if it’s only for 8 months
This is one of those sad but poignant stories.
Even though Lauren was the ninth grandchild on my side of the family, she was the first grandchild for my mother-in-law. It was a time of extreme joy and tragic sorrow.
When I was sure I was pregnant, we made a special trip to my mother-in-law’s house to tell her. The expression on her face was what you’d expect. She was 65 and this was her first grandchild. She was ecstatic.
Yet, she was in the final stages of cancer. She functioned independently and could take care of herself. But I worried she was lonely. Early on in our marriage I asked her if she wanted to come live with us. She said no and I understood. I’d rather stay in my own home, too.
When Lauren was born, I took her to visit my mother-in-law frequently. But then I thought, a grandmother loves taking care of her grandchild by herself…just the two of them.
Grandmother and granddaughter before I left them to go grocery shopping.
So I began to invent excuses for needing a babysitter. Every week or two, I’d call and ask if she would mind taking care of Lauren for an hour or so while I went grocery shopping. I could hear the delight in her voice.
Lauren was only 5 months old when this began. I made sure she was fed and changed then drove across town. I placed a baby blanket on the floor in case my mother-in-law grew tired of holding a baby then placed Lauren in her eager arms. My Mother-in-law’s expression was priceless. That look of complete love and utter delight was like nothing I’d seen on her face since the day I met her.
These visits were short lived. By the time Lauren was 8 months old, her grandmother succumbed to cancer. Lauren never knew her grandmother although her grandmother cherished her.
What did I learn? I learned that even in the final stages of life, joy is possible. Feeling useful is possible. Developing a relationship with your grandchild is possible even if it’s only for 8 months
Texican
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What’s the saddest “card declined” moment you’ve seen?
It was January in Toronto. I was in the grocery store with my then four-year-old son. We were chatting, teasing each other while going through aisles with giggles and smiles. There was a young mother shopping with her little boy who was about the same age as mine. So naturally we noticed each other and made some exchanges when bumping into one another from aisle to aisle. I overheard her denying a lot of stuff that her son wanted to buy by saying, “Sorry, Mommy didn't budget for this.” Or “We don't have money for that.” The little boy wasn't asking for anything absurd. He was asking for fruits, yogurts, goldfish crackers and so on. So the boy would still put his choices in the shopping cart regardless of how much his mom said she wouldn't buy them.
So we finished shopping around the same time and ended up at the same cashier, her in front of me. She started leaving out the items her son put in without permission. So the boy protested and then turned into a meltdown. The mother was tired, frustrated and clearly at the end of her rope when her debit card got declined. She started putting back more and more necessities like bread, milk, cheese and eggs. Then she apologized to the cashier after the last decline and wanted to dash out of the store due to embarrassment. But the little boy wouldn’t leave without a fight. So over the whole course of the mother trying to reason with the little boy, I pieced together the story. She is a single mom living with her handicapped mom. Her ex hasn't paid child support, and she had to pay a psychiatrist's bill — for her older son — which wasn't fully covered by insurance. She works two jobs and was in a rush to get the shopping done so she can return home, drop off the kids at the babysitter and then go to work. And they are missing the bus because the little boy cried too long. So while she was taking care of the situation, I gestured to the cashier to ring through all her items and her little boy’s, grabbed a bunch of chocolate bars and added in and paid it quickly. I then gave her a lift to her place. (Thank God I had an extra booster seat for my nephew.) We chatted along the way and got to know each other a bit more. She insisted on asking for my phone number so she could repay me. When she called me a couple of days later, I casually asked if she was up for an office job. One thing led to another. She has been working here for five years now, and she is continuing with her post-secondary diploma through my company’s education assistance program. Her mom is working for us too as a part-time office administrator. I have received the most genuine friendship from her and her family since, which I am totally grateful for and didn't expect, when I used my card five years ago. I often think back to the day we met and feel lucky that I had the opportunity to know her and have this wonderful experience.
What a compassionate mom.
It was January in Toronto. I was in the grocery store with my then four-year-old son. We were chatting, teasing each other while going through aisles with giggles and smiles. There was a young mother shopping with her little boy who was about the same age as mine. So naturally we noticed each other and made some exchanges when bumping into one another from aisle to aisle. I overheard her denying a lot of stuff that her son wanted to buy by saying, “Sorry, Mommy didn't budget for this.” Or “We don't have money for that.” The little boy wasn't asking for anything absurd. He was asking for fruits, yogurts, goldfish crackers and so on. So the boy would still put his choices in the shopping cart regardless of how much his mom said she wouldn't buy them.
So we finished shopping around the same time and ended up at the same cashier, her in front of me. She started leaving out the items her son put in without permission. So the boy protested and then turned into a meltdown. The mother was tired, frustrated and clearly at the end of her rope when her debit card got declined. She started putting back more and more necessities like bread, milk, cheese and eggs. Then she apologized to the cashier after the last decline and wanted to dash out of the store due to embarrassment. But the little boy wouldn’t leave without a fight. So over the whole course of the mother trying to reason with the little boy, I pieced together the story. She is a single mom living with her handicapped mom. Her ex hasn't paid child support, and she had to pay a psychiatrist's bill — for her older son — which wasn't fully covered by insurance. She works two jobs and was in a rush to get the shopping done so she can return home, drop off the kids at the babysitter and then go to work. And they are missing the bus because the little boy cried too long. So while she was taking care of the situation, I gestured to the cashier to ring through all her items and her little boy’s, grabbed a bunch of chocolate bars and added in and paid it quickly. I then gave her a lift to her place. (Thank God I had an extra booster seat for my nephew.) We chatted along the way and got to know each other a bit more. She insisted on asking for my phone number so she could repay me. When she called me a couple of days later, I casually asked if she was up for an office job. One thing led to another. She has been working here for five years now, and she is continuing with her post-secondary diploma through my company’s education assistance program. Her mom is working for us too as a part-time office administrator. I have received the most genuine friendship from her and her family since, which I am totally grateful for and didn't expect, when I used my card five years ago. I often think back to the day we met and feel lucky that I had the opportunity to know her and have this wonderful experience.
What a compassionate mom.
Texican
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"When we saw a young 28-year-old, tattooed sleeved, army medic walk into our room and introduce himself to us as our labor and delivery nurse, I’m not going to lie, I was a little skeptical. Within minutes though, he quickly proved us wrong. From the moment he saw me, he told me what a champ I was for staying so calm. When I told him I had a feeling the baby was going to come fast, he looked at me and said, 'I believe you. We’re going to make this happen.' He moved around the room effortlessly and never missed a beat. When Zackery told him his side of the family (his grandparents, parents, and him and his brother) have only had boys, he even teared up with us when she was born. Colton, every woman deserves a nurse like you during their hardest hours. Thank you for being the unsung hero every day, whether it’s on a battlefield or in a delivery room. People like you are what make this world a better place."
Texican
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Kim Adams
Foster/adoptive motherUpdated Apr 14
What is the most disturbing thing your adopted/fostered child did or said that made you worry about their earlier circumstances before coming to live with you?
I was our foster daughter's camp counselor at foster camp for three summers, beginning when she was 7. She was the sweetest little one but I knew from her paperwork she had anger issues. She and I bonded immediately. Getting to know her and hearing her story was heartbreaking. She was born with drugs in her system and was put into foster care at birth. She had been in 11 placements by the time she was 11 years old. The foster homes she was placed with were abusive. When she was placed back with her bio parents for a time, she endured more abuse. She was separated from her brother whom she loves dearly.
Through the camp, I became her mentor. Her caseworker and attorney called me, asking if my husband and I would consider doing respite care for her. Little did I know, she was in a horribly abusive home and they needed a back up person, just in case she ended up being removed.
Sure enough, I got a call on December 4, 2019 asking for emergency respite care for her foster parents gave her up. I immediately agreed and after two weeks, we decided to become her new foster parents.
So, back to the question. The earlier circumstances that freaked us out came in her file and psych evaluation. She was in a group home at one time because one foster mother couldn't deal with her. She was diagnosed with Reactive Attachment Disorder, PTSD, and ADHD. She had a history of specifically targeting her female caregivers by biting, hitting, scratching, cussing at, etc… At school, she didn't get along with others and was disrespectful, even throwing chairs at others. I wasn't shocked by this, but it did give us a pause. She admitted to all of this, including stealing from her former foster parents.
Now, my husband and I are older and never anticipated being foster parents. We have 4 adult children and a grandbaby. And yet, our foster daughter fit right into our family. She had never lived in a safe environment before. She never felt loved or accepted. She never had a chance to work through her trauma. The anger and rage she had was throughly justified.
She is now 12 years old and has lived with us for 15 months. She has weekly counseling and is working through a lot of trauma. Due to COVID, I am with her almost 24/7. She is not that same child who was out of control, borderline violent. She is a sweet, compassionate, loving, intelligent, wonderful girl who has a bright future ahead of her.
I come from severe abuse as well. She was placed into my life for a reason. I should have been removed from my house when I was her age as that is when my abuse became horribly escalated. That's another story entirely.
By the way, we have begun the adoption process. Our foster daughter will be legally ours in a few months. She cannot wait to be adopted by us!
UPDATE: it has been a couple of years since I posted my story of fostering and adoption. I have experienced such an outpouring of supportive comments that have overwhelmed and encouraged me. I feel compelled to update the thousands of beautiful people that have reached out to me.
First of all, we did adopt our daughter who is now 13 1/2; becoming her legal parents on 12/17/21. This should be the happy ending tied up with a neat bow. However, in saving my daughter, I have found myself wondering why nobody saved me. I should have been removed from my own house of horrors. I am glad I was able to do that for my daughter and firmly believe God has a purpose in it; still, I am struggling with seeing that victory.
I have given my daughter everything I didn't have growing up. She is finding herself and has a voice. She has food to eat and more clothes than she knows what to do with. She is the princess of the house, with us being parents of adults and even grandparents, she basically is our only child. She is experiencing a life that I never had. I didn't realize that could cause some resentment on my part, which I realize probably doesn't quite make sense. My daughter and I are very different and are triggering to each other.
The truth of the matter is, I am a broken person with my own complex PTSD, trauma, depression, an a lifelong eating disorder. I have been in therapy for 32 long years to heal myself. God has shown up and brought miracles into my life (all of my children fall into that category.) Raising a teenager again is challenging enough; with my trauma rearing up it's ugly head, it has made things more difficult.
Seven years ago, my brother killed our mother and died by suicide. My brother was a ticking time bomb who tortured animals, killed my cat, and relentlessly abused me throughout my childhood. The murder suicide overwhelmed me and compounded my trauma that I was already in therapy for. Instead of fully dealing with this trauma, I threw myself into making a difference—to becoming different than my mother and brother. I went back to school at age 47 to study human services, I volunteered with homeless and at-risk youth, I worked with NAMI to share my story with people in lock-down units at mental facilities, and I began working with foster kids—which is how I ended up meeting my future daughter at age 7.
My journey has been interesting. I have experienced joy and victories; at the same time, feeling like a broken person who is not worthy of being a mother again. I fall incredibly short of how I think the perfect adoptive mother should be. I wish I could report back that this story has the perfect happily-ever-after; but life is messy and I feel so ill-equipped. Nevertheless, I do believe my story is not over.
So on April 14, 2022–2 1/2 years later, here is the update. I am a work in progress as a mother dealing with my trauma, raising a headstrong teenager with her own trauma. God has an interesting way of working things out. I pray I can keep up the good fight in order to be the mother that the happily-ever-afters are made of.
Thanks for reading and bless you.
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What a kind and loving woman that is succeeding with a female foster child that also has her problems and the elderly couple adopted the foster child.
So many problems in foster care. So sad.
Texican
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“I was out looking at thrift shops with a teenage girl who has significant acquired brain injuries suffered as a baby.
This girl has been fixated on Quinceanera dresses, ball gowns and Victorian era hair styles.
When ever I work with her I curl her hair and do her makeup for her she looks into the mirror so proudly afterwards. This morning I did this and we looked at pictures of ball gowns (sooooo many pictures) and decided we'd go look at some thrift shops to see if there was any fancy evening wear. No luck there but this girl insisted I take her to a local dancewear/formal wear shop.
This shop has been there for a long time and is tucked away in the suburbs.
This girl was so excited and was jumping up and down at the sight of the gowns and chewed the owners ear off with questions about every single dress, the owner of the store let her try some dresses on and even fitted a tiara on her head. The girl was absolutely beaming and posing like I've never seen before. The girl was telling the owner that it's her 15th birthday this year and she wants a ballgown to wear to celebrate.
Long story short the incredibly kind owner GAVE this girl a gown, a tiara and a necklace, worth hundreds of dollars. She gifted it to her for her birthday.
This lovely, patient, generous and compassionate woman just made a magical moment and memory for a girl who really needed this.”
Source: Sunny Skyz
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There are kind and loving people across our great land.
Texican
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A few days after the Svilicic family adopted a Doberman named Khan, something terrible happened suddenly.
Khan's last owner had cruelly abused and bullied the dog and eventually abandoned it. As a result, Khan has always been a little afraid of resistance to humans.
One day, Khan and Chalotte, a 17-month-old girl were at home, were playing in the garden. At first it was good, but suddenly Khan became very fierce...
Khan bit the little girl's clothes and dragged them in the yard, even dangling the clothes behind the child to throw the child out so far...
The mother who saw this scene was very shocked and terrified at the time. Just as she was about to pick up her daughter, she found a brown Yiao snake biting Khan...
It turns out that Khan placed the little girl outside the danger zone to prevent the little girl from being attacked by a venomous snake, and then faced the brown Yiao snake, one of the world's top ten most venomous snakes, alone.
Fortunately, after being bitten, the brave Khan was rushed to the hospital to be injected with snake venom serum and gradually recovered.
It’s hard to imagine what the consequences would be without Khan... Although the dog had only been at this home for four days, and even though it had been bruised and traumatized by human abuse, it still chose to stand up bravely and protect the little owner.
Khan's last owner had cruelly abused and bullied the dog and eventually abandoned it. As a result, Khan has always been a little afraid of resistance to humans.
One day, Khan and Chalotte, a 17-month-old girl were at home, were playing in the garden. At first it was good, but suddenly Khan became very fierce...
Khan bit the little girl's clothes and dragged them in the yard, even dangling the clothes behind the child to throw the child out so far...
The mother who saw this scene was very shocked and terrified at the time. Just as she was about to pick up her daughter, she found a brown Yiao snake biting Khan...
It turns out that Khan placed the little girl outside the danger zone to prevent the little girl from being attacked by a venomous snake, and then faced the brown Yiao snake, one of the world's top ten most venomous snakes, alone.
Fortunately, after being bitten, the brave Khan was rushed to the hospital to be injected with snake venom serum and gradually recovered.
It’s hard to imagine what the consequences would be without Khan... Although the dog had only been at this home for four days, and even though it had been bruised and traumatized by human abuse, it still chose to stand up bravely and protect the little owner.
We could actually use MORE of it. Lots more to go around if people would just grab it.
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Journalist: "What do you think is your greatest achievement?"
David Bowie: "Marrying my wife."
Journalist: "But as a musician?"
David Bowie: "Nothing else matters."
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David Bowie: "Marrying my wife."
Journalist: "But as a musician?"
David Bowie: "Nothing else matters."
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Texican
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After losing his parents, Roscoe, a 3 year old orangutan, was so depressed he wouldn't eat and didn't respond to medical treatment. The vets thought he may die from sadness.The zoo keepers found an old sick dog on the grounds in the park at the zoo where the orangutan lived and took the dog to the animal treatment center.The dog arrived at the same time the orangutan was there being treated...The two lost souls met and have been inseparable ever since.The orangutan found a new reason to live and each of them always tries his best to be a good companion to his new found friend.They are together 24 hours a day in all their activities.They live in Northern California where swimming is their favorite past time.Although Roscoe (the orangutan) is a little afraid of the water and needs his friend's help to swim.Together they have discovered the joy and laughter in life and
the value of friendship.
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So sad so many humans have lost this trait.
Texican....
the value of friendship.
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So sad so many humans have lost this trait.
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Texican
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It was 1998. My son was 6-months old. I had just recently left my husband, had just gotten out of rehab and was doing my best just to get through the day. I was pretty much broke at the time but knew I had about $20 in my bank account and I needed baby food and something to eat for myself. It was late at night, my son was crying because he was hungry, I was exhausted mentally and physically and I’m pretty sure I looked it. I had $18 worth of items in my cart but then my card was declined. My face turned bright red with embarrassment as I asked the cashier to take my frozen dinner off the total but my card still didn’t work. Because it was late at night, there was only one check-out lane open and there were two people behind me in line at this point. After the cashier had taken everything off but the baby food (about 50 cents), I tried to dig some change out of the bottom of my purse but I was so frustrated and embarrassed at that point that all my change fell on the floor. By this time my son was screaming, I was crying, and this horrible lady behind me commented that “Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to have children & could I hurry up and leave the store”. I was about to leave all of my groceries and run out of the store as fast as I could when I hear this voice from another woman in line, “I’ve got your groceries, go take care of your baby”. So now I’m crying even harder. I asked the woman for her information so that I could pay her back at some point and that’s when I noticed that she only had one arm and that her business card said she worked for one of our animal rescue centers in Houston. She told me to just make a donation when I could. I never forgot that and it’s been 21 years. My son and I now volunteer regularly for our local animal shelter and I keep looking for the woman with one arm. I also make a monthly $20 donation (the amount she paid for my groceries in 1998) and after Hurricane Harvey, my son and I helped reunite families with their animals. You never know how one person’s actions can make a huge difference in someone’s life.
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A little kindness goes a long way.
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A little kindness goes a long way.
undead
Veteran Member
I know some of these brought tears to my eyes.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Seeing this today brought tears to my eyes! Compassion has NOT gone out of style.
Today I made a quick stop at McDonald's after work. As I waited in line to order, an elderly handicapped gentleman wheeled himself over to the cashier in front of me. From what I perceived, the gentleman may have had a case of quadriplegia, the same medical condition my uncle has.
The man politely tried to ask the cashier something and it took him a few tries before either of us could understand he was saying "Help me please". Neither of us knew what help he needed, and the cashier suggested a few things before he figured out the gentleman needed help cutting and eating his meal.
To be honest, I thought the cashier wasn't going to help, especially during rush hour in downtown Chicago, but to my shock, he shut down his register and disappeared from view....
Not to get away from helping him, but to wash his hands and put gloves on! I had to stick around and see how this would play out, especially since it hit me so close to home with my own uncle.
The cashier came out from the kitchen, sat down, and began cutting the man's meal and helped him eat.
At that point, the tears started to gather in my eyes. My heart was so appreciative for what he did. I couldn't contain my emotions in the crowded restaurant.
This employee, who put everything on hold for this man, went above and beyond his responsibilities to help this handicapped customer out. That was the kindest and most humble thing I had ever seen.
Credit: Dlc Car
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There are still good people even in Chicago. God bless the cashier and the elderly man that he helped.
Today I made a quick stop at McDonald's after work. As I waited in line to order, an elderly handicapped gentleman wheeled himself over to the cashier in front of me. From what I perceived, the gentleman may have had a case of quadriplegia, the same medical condition my uncle has.
The man politely tried to ask the cashier something and it took him a few tries before either of us could understand he was saying "Help me please". Neither of us knew what help he needed, and the cashier suggested a few things before he figured out the gentleman needed help cutting and eating his meal.
To be honest, I thought the cashier wasn't going to help, especially during rush hour in downtown Chicago, but to my shock, he shut down his register and disappeared from view....
Not to get away from helping him, but to wash his hands and put gloves on! I had to stick around and see how this would play out, especially since it hit me so close to home with my own uncle.
The cashier came out from the kitchen, sat down, and began cutting the man's meal and helped him eat.
At that point, the tears started to gather in my eyes. My heart was so appreciative for what he did. I couldn't contain my emotions in the crowded restaurant.
This employee, who put everything on hold for this man, went above and beyond his responsibilities to help this handicapped customer out. That was the kindest and most humble thing I had ever seen.
Credit: Dlc Car
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There are still good people even in Chicago. God bless the cashier and the elderly man that he helped.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
A Jewish family Karnofsky, who immigrated from Lithuania to the United States, took pity on the 7-year-old boy and brought him to their home.
There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.
When he went to bed, Mrs Karnovski sang him Russian lullabies, which he sang with her.
Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs.
Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.
Mr. Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as was the custom in Jewish families.
Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions such as St. James's Hospital and Go Down Moses.
The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907. And proudly spoke Yiddish fluently.
In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned "to live a real life and determination."
This little boy's name was Louis Armstrong.This little boy was called Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong. Louis Armstrong proudly spoke fluent Yiddish and “Satchmo” is Yiddish for “big cheeks, a nickname some say was given to him by Mrs. Karnofsky!
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How kindness creates more than we realize.
Texican....
There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.
When he went to bed, Mrs Karnovski sang him Russian lullabies, which he sang with her.
Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs.
Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.
Mr. Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as was the custom in Jewish families.
Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions such as St. James's Hospital and Go Down Moses.
The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907. And proudly spoke Yiddish fluently.
In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned "to live a real life and determination."
This little boy's name was Louis Armstrong.This little boy was called Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong. Louis Armstrong proudly spoke fluent Yiddish and “Satchmo” is Yiddish for “big cheeks, a nickname some say was given to him by Mrs. Karnofsky!
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How kindness creates more than we realize.
Texican....
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Good bit and about one of the all-time great musician -entertainers.A Jewish family Karnofsky, who immigrated from Lithuania to the United States, took pity on the 7-year-old boy and brought him to their home.
There he stayed and spent the night in this Jewish family home, where for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.
When he went to bed, Mrs Karnovski sang him Russian lullabies, which he sang with her.
Later he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs.
Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family.
Mr. Karnofsky gave him money to buy his first musical instrument, as was the custom in Jewish families.
Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions such as St. James's Hospital and Go Down Moses.
The little boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family, who adopted him in 1907. And proudly spoke Yiddish fluently.
In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore the Star of David and said that in this family he learned "to live a real life and determination."
This little boy's name was Louis Armstrong.This little boy was called Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong. Louis Armstrong proudly spoke fluent Yiddish and “Satchmo” is Yiddish for “big cheeks, a nickname some say was given to him by Mrs. Karnofsky!
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How kindness creates more than we realize.
Texican....
THX Tex
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately, she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:
"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight, we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed, and told his children, who watched the scene moved:
"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."
He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes...
Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?
Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".
Peace in your hearts.
Love and Light.
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How true.
Texican....
When he arrived, unfortunately, she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:
"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight, we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed, and told his children, who watched the scene moved:
"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."
He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes...
Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?
Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".
Peace in your hearts.
Love and Light.
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How true.Texican....
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
“A very poor woman called a radio station asking for help from God. A non-believer who was also listening to this radio program decided to make fun of the woman. He got the woman's address from the radio station and told his secretary to carry a large amount of foodstuff to the woman. However, he gave the following instruction, "When the woman asks who sent the food, tell her that it's from the devil.''
When the secretary arrived at the woman's house, the woman was happy and grateful for the help received. She started putting the food packets inside her small house. The secretary then asked her, ''Don't you want to know who sent the food?''
The woman replied, ''No, I don't care because when GOD orders, even the DEVIL obeys!
When the secretary arrived at the woman's house, the woman was happy and grateful for the help received. She started putting the food packets inside her small house. The secretary then asked her, ''Don't you want to know who sent the food?''
The woman replied, ''No, I don't care because when GOD orders, even the DEVIL obeys!
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Every month Martín’s parents took a trip to see Grandma and came home on the same train the next day. One day the child said to his parents:
“I'm already grown up. Can I go to my grandma's alone?"
After a brief discussion, his parents accepted. They stood with him as he waited for the train to exit. They said goodbye to their son and gave him some tips through the window. Martin repeated to them:
“I know. I've been told this more than a thousand times."
As the train was about to leave, his father murmured in his ear:
“Son if you feel bad or insecure, this is for you!"
And he put something in his pocket.
Now Martin was alone, sitting on the train as he had wanted, without his parents for the first time.
He was admiring the landscape out the window. Around him some unknowns pushed themselves in. They made a lot of noise. They got in and out of the train car. The conductor made some comments about him being alone. One person looked at him with eyes of sadness.
Martin was feeling more uneasy with every minute that passed. And now he was scared. He felt cornered and alone. He put his head down, and with tears in his eyes, he remembered his dad had put something in his pocket. Trembling, he searched for what his father had given him. Upon finding the piece of paper he read it:
“Son, I'm in the last train car!"
That's how life is, we must let our kids go. We must let them try new things. But we always like to be in the last car, watching, in case they are afraid or in case they find obstacles and don’t know what to do. We want to be close to them as long as we are still alive.
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If only more dads would do this.
Texican....
“I'm already grown up. Can I go to my grandma's alone?"
After a brief discussion, his parents accepted. They stood with him as he waited for the train to exit. They said goodbye to their son and gave him some tips through the window. Martin repeated to them:
“I know. I've been told this more than a thousand times."
As the train was about to leave, his father murmured in his ear:
“Son if you feel bad or insecure, this is for you!"
And he put something in his pocket.
Now Martin was alone, sitting on the train as he had wanted, without his parents for the first time.
He was admiring the landscape out the window. Around him some unknowns pushed themselves in. They made a lot of noise. They got in and out of the train car. The conductor made some comments about him being alone. One person looked at him with eyes of sadness.
Martin was feeling more uneasy with every minute that passed. And now he was scared. He felt cornered and alone. He put his head down, and with tears in his eyes, he remembered his dad had put something in his pocket. Trembling, he searched for what his father had given him. Upon finding the piece of paper he read it:
“Son, I'm in the last train car!"
That's how life is, we must let our kids go. We must let them try new things. But we always like to be in the last car, watching, in case they are afraid or in case they find obstacles and don’t know what to do. We want to be close to them as long as we are still alive.
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If only more dads would do this.
Texican....
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
This random guy walked up to me while I was at the mall with my grand baby sitting at the table.He said excuse me ma’am I replied yes sir. He said my grand baby is in Houston hospital fighting for her life. He said he was always told, if you see a need plant a seed. He handed me a 100 dollars and stated he wanted to plant a seed with me for his grand baby. He said ma’am please go get that baby something for Christmas for me from my grand baby, Merry Christmas . Please keep him and his grand baby lifted in prayer. Just thought I would share.I know I have some real prayer warriors down my timeline.
Texican
Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
"Two weeks ago, my 90-year-old mother, Catherine Ritchie, was preparing herself for bed at around 9pm.”
“ …After brushing her teeth and hair, she turned around to find her bed completely engulfed in flames. She made an attempt to extinguish the flames herself by throwing blankets and pillows on the fire. The smoke and heat were so overwhelming that she immediately got disoriented, gave up fighting the fire, and decided to flee. She pushed the emergency call button she wears on her necklace, called 911, and attempted to get out of her now engulfed bedroom. She walked into the closet several times thinking it was the door that leads to the hallway. It wasn’t. She couldn’t find her way out. She was stuck. Smoke everywhere.
Across the street, 4 boys saw the smoke and reflection of flames. Not an adult in sight. 4 kids who took immediate action to save an elderly woman who they couldn’t guarantee was home and who 3 of them had never even met. One started breaking the glass on the front door. One called 911. One went to the back door and began kicking it in. One went to the neighbors for an ax and help. Within minutes, a door was kicked in by a 14-year-old child who found my mother in the hallway outside of her bedroom and picked her up in his arms. Kids who are told about all the things they aren’t old enough to do saved the life of the most precious and beloved woman we know. Courageous young men. Young men who risked their own lives, their own safety, perhaps their good standing with their parents who might have chosen for them to do otherwise, and they carried my mother out of her burning home into the street, where firetrucks and ambulances would soon arrive.
Dylan Wick – 16 years old, Nick Byrd – 14 years old, Seth Byrd – 16 years old, and Wyatt Hall – 17 years old, thank you! Thank you for your selfless acts of heroism and courage. Thank you for not allowing this to be the tragic end to our mother’s amazing life. Thank you for staying with her, hugging her, and helping her feel less alone until we could get to her. Thank you for being the kind of young men who thought about another person above yourselves. Thank you for staying safe yourselves as well. Thank you to your parents who obviously raised you in such a way that lead to you making life saving and heroic decisions on behalf of someone else. Thank you for more than we know how to thank you for! We will forever be indebted to the time you bought for us and the example you set for us. God Bless each of you for being such a blessing to us.
Sincerely,
Michael Ritchie, Karen Ritchie Sontag, Pat Ritchie, Jimmy Ritchie, Kelly Ritchie, John Ritchie, Tim Ritchie, Tom Ritchie, Missy Ritchie Nicholas, Ryan Ritchie, and 42 very grateful grandchildren."
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What outstanding teenagers to put themselves at risk to save a person. America is not done for yet.
Texican....
“ …After brushing her teeth and hair, she turned around to find her bed completely engulfed in flames. She made an attempt to extinguish the flames herself by throwing blankets and pillows on the fire. The smoke and heat were so overwhelming that she immediately got disoriented, gave up fighting the fire, and decided to flee. She pushed the emergency call button she wears on her necklace, called 911, and attempted to get out of her now engulfed bedroom. She walked into the closet several times thinking it was the door that leads to the hallway. It wasn’t. She couldn’t find her way out. She was stuck. Smoke everywhere.
Across the street, 4 boys saw the smoke and reflection of flames. Not an adult in sight. 4 kids who took immediate action to save an elderly woman who they couldn’t guarantee was home and who 3 of them had never even met. One started breaking the glass on the front door. One called 911. One went to the back door and began kicking it in. One went to the neighbors for an ax and help. Within minutes, a door was kicked in by a 14-year-old child who found my mother in the hallway outside of her bedroom and picked her up in his arms. Kids who are told about all the things they aren’t old enough to do saved the life of the most precious and beloved woman we know. Courageous young men. Young men who risked their own lives, their own safety, perhaps their good standing with their parents who might have chosen for them to do otherwise, and they carried my mother out of her burning home into the street, where firetrucks and ambulances would soon arrive.
Dylan Wick – 16 years old, Nick Byrd – 14 years old, Seth Byrd – 16 years old, and Wyatt Hall – 17 years old, thank you! Thank you for your selfless acts of heroism and courage. Thank you for not allowing this to be the tragic end to our mother’s amazing life. Thank you for staying with her, hugging her, and helping her feel less alone until we could get to her. Thank you for being the kind of young men who thought about another person above yourselves. Thank you for staying safe yourselves as well. Thank you to your parents who obviously raised you in such a way that lead to you making life saving and heroic decisions on behalf of someone else. Thank you for more than we know how to thank you for! We will forever be indebted to the time you bought for us and the example you set for us. God Bless each of you for being such a blessing to us.
Sincerely,
Michael Ritchie, Karen Ritchie Sontag, Pat Ritchie, Jimmy Ritchie, Kelly Ritchie, John Ritchie, Tim Ritchie, Tom Ritchie, Missy Ritchie Nicholas, Ryan Ritchie, and 42 very grateful grandchildren."
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What outstanding teenagers to put themselves at risk to save a person. America is not done for yet.
Texican....
Griz3752
Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Running to the guns is a good start. Too bad we can't keep track of these guys, long term."Two weeks ago, my 90-year-old mother, Catherine Ritchie, was preparing herself for bed at around 9pm.”
“ …After brushing her teeth and hair, she turned around to find her bed completely engulfed in flames. She made an attempt to extinguish the flames herself by throwing blankets and pillows on the fire. The smoke and heat were so overwhelming that she immediately got disoriented, gave up fighting the fire, and decided to flee. She pushed the emergency call button she wears on her necklace, called 911, and attempted to get out of her now engulfed bedroom. She walked into the closet several times thinking it was the door that leads to the hallway. It wasn’t. She couldn’t find her way out. She was stuck. Smoke everywhere.
Across the street, 4 boys saw the smoke and reflection of flames. Not an adult in sight. 4 kids who took immediate action to save an elderly woman who they couldn’t guarantee was home and who 3 of them had never even met. One started breaking the glass on the front door. One called 911. One went to the back door and began kicking it in. One went to the neighbors for an ax and help. Within minutes, a door was kicked in by a 14-year-old child who found my mother in the hallway outside of her bedroom and picked her up in his arms. Kids who are told about all the things they aren’t old enough to do saved the life of the most precious and beloved woman we know. Courageous young men. Young men who risked their own lives, their own safety, perhaps their good standing with their parents who might have chosen for them to do otherwise, and they carried my mother out of her burning home into the street, where firetrucks and ambulances would soon arrive.
Dylan Wick – 16 years old, Nick Byrd – 14 years old, Seth Byrd – 16 years old, and Wyatt Hall – 17 years old, thank you! Thank you for your selfless acts of heroism and courage. Thank you for not allowing this to be the tragic end to our mother’s amazing life. Thank you for staying with her, hugging her, and helping her feel less alone until we could get to her. Thank you for being the kind of young men who thought about another person above yourselves. Thank you for staying safe yourselves as well. Thank you to your parents who obviously raised you in such a way that lead to you making life saving and heroic decisions on behalf of someone else. Thank you for more than we know how to thank you for! We will forever be indebted to the time you bought for us and the example you set for us. God Bless each of you for being such a blessing to us.
Sincerely,
Michael Ritchie, Karen Ritchie Sontag, Pat Ritchie, Jimmy Ritchie, Kelly Ritchie, John Ritchie, Tim Ritchie, Tom Ritchie, Missy Ritchie Nicholas, Ryan Ritchie, and 42 very grateful grandchildren."
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What outstanding teenagers to put themselves at risk to save a person. America is not done for yet.
Texican....