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[Texican]

Last year, 33-year-old Jesse Whitten and his wife adopted a little girl. Normally, that would not have made the news. But this was a pretty special adoption. Jesse works with the Santa Rosa Police Department in California and he meets all sorts of people while out on patrol.

One day, he met a drug-addicted homeless woman with nowhere to go, and she was pregnant. Later, Jesse took his wife, Ashley, out with him to meet the woman. They both offered to take the woman to a rehab facility. That's when the woman realized that this couple was very loving and caring. And that's when she asked them if they would adopt her unborn child.

The couple had three other young daughters at home and they had to do a lot of thinking about it. On Feb. 9, she gave birth to a little girl, who was named Harlow. Hospital officials asked her if she wanted to put her baby into foster care, but she declined. Instead, she told them to call Officer Whitten and his wife. So they did. And on Aug. 30, the Whittens became the official parents of little Harlow. Says Ashley: Harlow's mom envisioned "this beautiful life for her daughter and because of her situation, she couldn't give that to her.

But because of her interactions with Jesse through the police department, she knew she could trust him." And that trust will see Harlow through the rest of her life.

Via @Storiesforthesoul

https://mylifeandstories.quora.com/

 

[Texican]

There are still good people in the world.
Texican...
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My Father-in-law lives independently. He is 92 and although spritely in personality, has slow movement. We rang him yesterday to check in after the wild weather. After making sure he is okay, he said “I’ve got something to tell you”.

He then told us how he had gotten his groceries and took them to his car. A young gentleman (now that could be anywhere from 12 to 70, when you are 92) stopped and said, “ I will help you put your groceries in your car.” Dad wasn’t sure at first but then said thank you and the man then unloaded the groceries and made sure they were secure. He even took the trolley back too.

A couple of days later, Dad was at the bank in the queue, when a ‘young’ man behind him said, “I will hold your place, while we wait. There is a chair over there, go and sit down.”

Dad said, “Oh, why? Was I swaying or looking feeble?”

The man replied, “No, I just know my Dad would find it hard to stand for so long.”

So Dad gratefully went and sat down. When the time came for Dad to get to the top of the line, a nod of the head and a smile conveyed gratitude and acknowledgement.

Dad said to us, “I’m happily surprised by the respect and care shown by these two ‘young’ men.”

So, from us to those two men of indeterminate age, we say thank you for helping Dad in small but meaningful ways.

~ Caithe Cameron

(Image via Unslpash)

 

[Dennis Olson]

 

[Texican]

 

[Texican]

 

[Texican]

 

[Dennis Olson]

 

[Blacknarwhal]

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[Southside]

Those of you with living and loving parents don’t know how lucky you are. My mom died in 1992, and my step-dad 60 days to the day afterward. I was 32 years old. They were my only living family.

You are absolutely correct. I lost my sister, and it is just Mom. It is wonderful to still have her.

 

[Blacknarwhal]

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A more modern equivalent is exemplified below. It's based on a scene from an early episode of "The Simpsons" where Homer briefly becomes head of the union. The relevant scene, 45 seconds.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgqtBm_oUpc

Cool Kids Test

This is a surefire test to determine who is worthy of your friendship. In fact while I was pitching this comic to some “friends” I was able to drop at least one. Check out the ARG face…

iamarg.com

 

[LeViolinist]

My nephew, an engineer at NASA, was part of the team. Dan lost his sight 10 years ago in an accident

Dan Parker was successful yesterday in setting a new Guinness world record for fastest blind driver unassisted. Running north he went 210 mph. We had 1 hr to cool the car and prep for the back up pass. We had him ready by 38 min. I was chasing in the pull / safety truck with Jennifer and 3 others crew members. While I didn't have a decibel meter, I can assure it was close to 130 dB it truck when we heard 212 mph for the official average of 211 mph.

 

[Texican]

This is Isaiah. He was my service dog for almost 12 years. He totally changed my life.

Isaiah went everywhere with me and would not leave my side until this day. I was seeing a new doctor whose waiting room was tiny. A family came in pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair. He was unresponsive to anything, staring straight ahead blankly, hands in his lap, totally still like a statue.

Isaiah was watching him. His son and daughter-in-law pushed him into this tiny waiting room and had no choice but to put him in the center of 6 chairs. His family and I started talking Dog. The elderly man was a Vietnam vet, who used to be a dog handler in Vietnam.

Isaiah slipped away from my side and put his big head in the man’s lap, as if he was an old, cherished friend. I saw the man’s hands start moving, making awkward movements like he was trying to grasp something. Then he suddenly tried to rise out of his chair. His leg muscles didn’t have the strength to help him up. He fell back. Isaiah kept his position.

His son and daughter-in-law were too stunned to speak at first. One of the first things you learn with your partner is to always trust your dog. I sat quietly watching it play out.

His son said that his father hadn’t moved in quite some months. We watched as the man kept moving his fists open and shut. Isaiah nudged his hands and positioned himself so that his head was under both hands of this veteran. As we watched, the man quieted and a single lone tear trailed down his face and dropped onto Isaiah’s head.

The son told me a story of the man’s canine partner being left behind in an ambush in VietNam. He was also a German Shepherd. A helicopter landed under heavy fire to rescue the men. It lifted off immediately leaving his dog behind.

For 3 days the man grieved. The whole platoon did. On the third day, his dog dragged into camp. Hungry. Dehydrated. Covered in thorns and deep scratches. He had traveled 5 miles in enemy territory and made his way to his partner. . . even though the platoon had moved from the last camp the dog knew. They were partnered throughout his deployment. When the man was sent home, his faithful partner was left behind to starve or be put to sleep as if he had no value at all. The military considered these noble dogs as “equipment.” The handlers were told that their dogs would follow them home by separate transport. It was a lie. The man never got over it.

Isaiah stayed with his friend until we were called back to see the doctor. When we came back to the empty waiting room, the man was gone. I asked the receptionist if the family was still there. They were. So we sat down to wait. Isaiah watched the door.

It wasn’t long before the door opened and the wheelchair came out. Isaiah wagged his tail and greeted him like an old friend. Once again, he laid his big head in the man’s lap.

When it was time to leave, we walked out together. When we said goodbye, the man cried a million tears that had been locked in for years.

We all cried. The son promised that his father would soon be getting a dog, a German Shepherd.

Isaiah taught me my greatest lessons about people. He saw what none of the rest of us did. He sensed the deep grief. But, more than that, I believe Isaiah recognized something in the soldier that told him that he was a dog handler. One who could be trusted. A friend.

Isaiah’s full name was Isaiah 54. No weapon formed against me shall prosper.

He died a few months ago.

Isaiah only left my side 2 other times when he was working. It was always a veteran. Always a dog handler.

To those who served, thank you.

 

[Texican]

“Bandit saved my life around 4 a.m. this morning. He woke me up (I don’t know how long he may have been trying to wake me) and I couldn’t get up and I was really sweaty and weak. I asked him to get my meter and he did. My blood sugar was at 30. This is very dangerous and can cause diabetic coma. If he didn’t wake me up, I may have not woken up again). I asked Bandit to get me juice so he did. Then I was able to get up to get more to eat. I love this dog!”

Credit: Kayla Mollat

 

[Texican]

AMEN.

 

[Texican]

What a man and the people and children show respect and appreciation for him for going above and beyond. Their is still kindness in our world.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

While driving down a two-lane road, I rounded a curve and almost hit a mother dog and two puppies. I managed to wrangle my car across the road and into a church parking lot, where I slammed on the brakes and jumped out. I called to the puppies who, I was horrified to see, were practically skeletal. I looked at the adult dog trotting toward me, head low, and I thought it was a coyote. I almost wet myself. But, I looked closer and thought she might be a German Shepherd. I tried to get the puppies in my - brand new car - but the mom was clearly unable to decide if I was a threat. The pups were frantic too. Overwhelmed, I called my husband, who came with his truck.

Once home, we brought them into the garage and fed them. The mom wouldn’t eat. She sat exhausted, starving, until her puppies had eaten and gone out to pee, watching them like a hawk. Only when they were in a hastily thrown together pile of old blankets and ASLEEP, did she venture on shaky legs to eat and drink. My husband and I just looked at each other, tears in our eyes. She was so frail that she just shook. I do not know how she had held it together.

We found homes for the pups a few weeks later, but my husband couldn’t part with her. She raised four kittens two years later with me. Our dearest, most serious, dedicated friend passed away last year, 12 years after I found her on the road.

When we took her to the vet for the first time, he told us that she was a near perfect, if neglected, German Shepherd, full-blooded, worth serious money, probably. We didn’t even consider trying to find her previous owners, as she had signs of terrible abuse. This is her - the last summer. Best Dog Ever. I am a cat person, but she treated us like her children and I miss her every day.

Mark Jackson

 

[Texican]

What a outstanding man.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

What a great young man.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

Love creates love.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

If it had been dad, they would have added a 30% surcharge.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

This young man was well parented at home.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

Love.

 

[chumly2071]

Not sure it fits here, and it is really my wife's story to tell, but here goes...
For a bit of quick back story, my son was born 2 months preemie, and spent several weeks in the NICU of a hospital an hour away from our house. He certainly wasn't the smallest kiddo there, nor the weakest, but it was a trial we were hopeful would be the worst we would endure. This hospital system is, I guess you'd call it an extension of, a convent. Order of St Francis (OSF). Not uncommon to see some ladies in their habits all around, and often spending time with patients and families.

Fast forward 2 years, and we were back. He has brain cancer. Holy cow, parental worst nightmare, full stop... We are back at the same hospital for the initial surgery. Longest day of our lives. He starts a long, hard slog to recover, and I'll save you the tales of those events for now. I was still mostly working to keep a life for us to return to, but we alternated every night staying with him at the hospital.
One evening, after weeks in PICU and then moving back to the NICU (due to patient needs in the PICU wing) an older nun poked her head in (I was at home this night). My wife had seen her peek in a couple times in the past. This time, she stopped in, and asked my wife if she could pray over my son. Of course, we'd graciously accept all the support we can get... My wife said she spoke in some sort of language she had no idea what it was, but sounded very old. Spent several minutes over him. Smiled, waved, and left. My wife quickly tried to follow out the door to thank her, but she was nowhere to be seen. Down the hall a little ways, she stopped at the nurses station, and no one saw anyone, and no one had a clue who the nun might be. In the halls headed to the cafeteria, are pics of all the members of the convent. Not a one matching this woman.
Although slowly, my son started improving. My wife is very convinced she and my son were visited by an angel. I have zero doubts about it.
He's now 11, considered in remission, and is one of the most loving, crazy intelligent little boys I have ever seen (all bias aside ). I'm an engineer, and live in the world of math and science. My son has shown me that faith can carry you, often through the hardest darkest times, and that blessings come from the weirdest directions. My wife is in tears every time she tells that story, or other tales of our journey. The happiest part of any and all days, is the bear hugs this little boy gives me. He truly fills the happiest place in my heart, and is the largest blessing ever.

Sorry this is so long, but thought it fit here. So much better than the state of the rest of the world most of the time.

An edit to add:
Back when I was on Facebook, I was very strongly drawn to a post shared by a friend. I normally would have skipped over a post like this, but was pulled in to read it. It was a prayer request for a family going through exactly what we had gone through. Similar age, same cancer, same location in the body, same complications (Like 10-20 cases of this type of cancer a year in the US)... I sent a quick note to the original post author that turned out to be the mom of the little girl in the prayer request. Told her we had BTDT, exactly, and no matter what things would be ok. OK would be hard, would be long, and may not be what we wanted. But in the end, it would be OK. Somehow, I was able to reach out to that mom, lost in the chaos of their situation, and help them get a place to bounce from, and start the climb out of the swirl. Our mantra, borrowed from a blue animated fish: "Just Keep Swimming". I've since been told I was the thing that helped the mom collect herself and rally her strength to fight through. Their kiddo is doing extremely well today too, thankfully.
I tell you this part, because in our many long hours of waiting, wondering, hoping, and praying for my son, we convinced ourselves that if there was any purpose in our situation, we hoped it was because my son was strong enough to survive it when others may not be in the same situation, and his journey would help others in some way. Turns out it did, especially for that family, and our own in many ways in the years since. YMMV, but everything happens for a reason. Cliché, but so true.

Just Keep Swimming...

 

[joannita]

Over 50 years ago, I was a student with a passion for Latin America at conservative evangelical Houghton College. I was offered the opportunity to work as a summer volunteer in a library at a seminary in Costa Rica. (This is long before short term missions was a "thing"; looking back, I was Houghton's first summer missionary.) The only problem was that I had not a penny to my name. I mentioned this at a student prayer meeting; there was a deadline coming up by which the mission needed me to let them know whether or not I was going to be able to go.

Someone asked me how much the plane tickets would be. I hazarded a guess; maybe $400.00? I laugh now when I look back on my naivete. Unbeknownst to me, the students, all of whom were as broke as I was, started pitching in small amounts of money; a dollar here, a handful of change there. Just before the deadline, the students took the fistful of bills and jar of loose change that they had collected to the bank and converted it into a cashier's check. The total came to $427.17, (which in 1966 dollars equals $3,682.94 in today's dollars!). They then posted a "guard" in the mail room to make sure the check reached me. Thrilled and astounded, I called a travel agent and ordered a ticket. (That's what you did back then). The ticket arrived. The bill was $427.17............ There was a collective gasp from the entire student body when I announced this "coincidence" in a post-trip chapel update the following fall. (Did you know that the rabbis say the word "coincidence" doesn't exist in Hebrew, or words to that effect?)

Post script. All this happened during the height of the Civil Rights Movement. Culturally, white girls were not supposed to have anything to do with any guys of a different racial background; tan , brown, or black. This was a problem; I may look white, but my racial and cultural roots tell a different story, and unlike the other 20 or so summer volunteers, am fluent in Spanish. To make a long story short, I was called in by the head of that particular mission agency, read the riot act, and sent up in the mountains to the "farm" (orphanage) for the duration of my stay. Why does this matter? In spite of the scandal I caused, the"coincidence" told me that all controversy aside, I was where the Lord wanted me. A little bird told me later that my actions caused the mission to do some soul searching and debriefing and make some subsequent policy changes. In many ways, I have been the "point man" over the years since then at times of cultural and policy change. Those of us who remember Vietnam remember what happened to the point men....... That said, "All things work together for the good of those who are called according to His name."

 

[ioujc]

Those of you with living and loving parents don’t know how lucky you are. My mom died in 1992, and my step-dad 60 days to the day afterward. I was 32 years old. They were my only living family.

EXCEPT FOR ALL OF US!!!!

 

[Texican]

Nice looking couple. Notice that the pretty young woman is bare foot.
Texican....

 

[Dennis Olson]

EXCEPT FOR ALL OF US!!!!

And you know how much I appreciate that. But none of you will be with me as my health declines, or hold my hand as I pass from this world. Or for that matter, help me clean werewolf hair or of my washing machine drain.

 

[ioujc]

And you know how much I appreciate that. But none of you will be with me as my health declines, or hold my hand as I pass from this world. Or for that matter, help me clean werewolf hair or of my washing machine drain.

Actually I do understand that Dennis, my only relative is a niece in Florida, who wants me to come live there. Only problem is, she wants me to take care of her inlaws who are in their 80's!!! I will be 70 in 9 months.

Not a good trade off if you ask me!!

AND I would have to get rid of all my animals........including my 2 Great Pyrenees!!!

NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!!

PLUS, she thinks I should put Dan-Dan, who is a mini dachshund and only 4 months old.......OUTSIDE IN A KENNEL!!!! SORRY......he sleeps in MY BED....and will CONTINUE TO DO SO!!

Facing that reality is not pleasant......being alone and dying alone I mean, but there it is. That is reality for many of us. Myself included. You at least have some children....right?? I don't have any, as I couldn't.

Take care of yourself my friend. We all come into the world and leave the world......alone.

 

[Texican]

And you know how much I appreciate that. But none of you will be with me as my health declines, or hold my hand as I pass from this world. Or for that matter, help me clean werewolf hair or of my washing machine drain.
Dennis Olson
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Dennis,

God has a plan for you which none of us can see now. Keep believing and praying for God loves you as does TB2K.

God bless.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

I will be posting these heartwarming stories here instead of on Pet Memes for they really belong here.
Texican....
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Soldier stays near his dying dog until very end. These 7 pictures prove what true love is

December 16, 2020



Two brave soldiers, two members of the U.S. Air Force, and two souls bonded for life. Those words describe Kyle Smith and his military dog, Bozda, who willingly put their lives on the line overseas protecting our country. But when fate caught up to Bozda, Smith had to make the ultimate sacrifice for his best friend. Bozda, a German Shepherd, began working for the Air Force in 2006 as an explosion detection dog. He helped save many lives in Iraq, Kuwait, and Kyrgyzstan by finding bombs before they exploded. Smith first teamed up with Bozda in 2012, and the two immediately became best friends.

KYLE SMITH

Smith told The Dodo that “I loved working with him because he taught me a lot — patience as a young handler, and how to understand that this job isn’t just about you.”

KYLE SMITH

When Bozda officially retired from service, Smith adopted him then and there. “I took him home the same day,” he said. “He was even more loyal at home. He followed me around everywhere. He would lay his head down flush with the bed and tell me good night, every night.”

KYLE SMITH

Sadly, in summer 2016, Bozda was diagnosed with a fatal genetic disease called degenerative myelopathy, which affects a dog’s spinal cord. “His hind limbs lost their use, and he could barely stand up anymore, much less walk,” Smith said. “He couldn’t handle the stress on his body and using the restroom was a task.”

KYLE SMITH

After seeing how much pain this condition was causing Bozda, Smith made the most difficult decision a dog owner has to make. He decided to have Bozda euthanized. Accompanied by nine of his fellow soldiers, Smith took Bozda to the Fort Bliss Vet Clinic in Texas. Bozda was made comfortable and Smith sat by him on the floor until Bozda had passed peacefully away. “I was holding Bodza as he passed,” Smith said. “It was a rush of so many things. It was just overwhelming. He had a smile on his face when he was getting put to sleep.”

KYLE SMITH

Afterward, Smith broke down crying over his loss. “They let me sob like a baby. They patted me on the back and let me know it was going to be all right. My boss immediately went and grabbed a flag, and draped it over him and let me have a final moment,” Smith recalled.”It was incredible,” Smith said. “There was heartache and peace all at once that came over me.”

Smith had Bozda cremated, and he keeps Bozda’s collar on the rearview mirror of his car. “I will never forget how loyal he was,” Smith said. “He was selfless — more than any human I’ve ever known. He’s done so much for next to nothing and did it with a smile. I miss him every day.”

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Smith made the ultimate sacrifice for his best friend by recognizing when Bozda’s quality of life was too difficult for him to live through. We recognize the heroic stature of both Smith and Bozda and mourn the loss of a great soldier. Please share Smith and Bozda’s friendship with your family and friends on Facebook.

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Sad that Bozda died, but was with friends and his buddy when he passed over. Heart warming for the shared love.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

No matter what you think you're going through right now, keep all hope high, there is always a beam, a source of light, a ray of light and a spectrum of light at the end of a tunnel.

This picture is self explainatory.

#Believe #Signofvictory

Love of a father for a daughter.
Texican....

 

[Dennis Olson]

We all need a single place we can go to recharge our flickering spirits in the face of the never ending misery that inundates us every day. THANK YOU Texican.

 

[Texican]

Grandma Adopts A Puppy For Her Grandson Who Was Saving Up To Buy One

November 21, 2021



This story speaks about a six-year-old boy called Xander Mellor, whose dream was to buy a pup. So, he’d been saving up for the past 18 months for that. The smart boy from Springfield, Illinois, would always ask his mama Natalie Ellenburg for the change to put it in his savings jar whenever she’d return home from work.

Can you imagine a kid stops buying goodies and sweets? Xander did that as he really wanted a pup! But his dream came true when his grandparents heard about his endearing struggle! So, they visited him with a big surprise!

You can see in the video below Xander running in a very happy way when he sees his grandparents’ vehicle! So, Grandma asks him Xander close his eyes and stretch his hands out for a “gift”, when he runs to the vehicle’s door to greet them. When the smiley boy opens his eyes, his smile turns into tears when he sees an adorable pup in his arms! How touchy! Watch the video below.

Share this with your family and friends

Puppies will please children beyond what most people realize.
Texican....

And another.

 

[Texican]

A Father’s Love For His Daughter

“This is my dad. I’m 33 weeks pregnant, on my own, with a 5 year old. He helped me move today, all day, without complaining once. He raised me on his own after he fought for me and won full custody when I was just a baby.”

“There has never been anyone who I have ever been able to count on like I can count on him. I haven’t always made the best choices, but still he has always had my back. His love is unconditional and I am so proud to be his daughter. If I can be half the parent that he has been then I have succeeded.”

Credit: Nicole Elizabeth

What a dad.
Texican....

 

[Texican]

 

[Texican]

Kathy Pennell

Feb 3
In Nashville, Tennessee, in late 2016, a couple faced a crisis

“88-year-old Trent Winstead was put into St. Thomas West Hospital because of failing kidneys. His wife, Delores stood by her husband in his bed, holding his hand. Dialysis started to weaken his heart, and Delores and their children could only watch as he was going downhill. It didn’t look good. Trent and Delores met in the 1950s and married soon after Trent returned from the Korean War. He treated her like a princess, and she him… like a prince. Through the years, they were blessed with 2 children, three grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren. But now it looked like Trent’s time on earth was coming to an end. A few nights later, 83-year-old Delores started complaining of a headache, and became violently ill. She had suffered a brain aneurysm. Hospital officials gave approval for her to be in the same room with her husband, and she was put in a bed beside him, hooked up to a ventilator. And now, she too, was going downhill fast. The couple, side by side, held hands. They had been married for 64 years and had been through so much together. And now, they were facing their toughest time… together. On December 9th, just after 9 p.m., Delores took her last breath. Their son, Eddie, leaned over his father to tell him that his beloved wife had just died. Trent looked over to his sweet wife, and blew her a kiss. Two hours later, Trent joined Delores. Days later, the couple was laid to rest… Delores in a pink casket and Trent in a blue one. Ever the princess… and ever the prince.”

Photo courtesy: Sheryl Winstead

 

[Griz3752]

Not sure where you get all these or how much time out of your day it takes to harvest and share them here but, its a job well done.

Thank you

 

[Texican]

Eagles safety Anthony Harris surprised 11-year-old fan Audrey Soape by taking her to a daddy-daughter dance

Audrey lost her father and grandfather in the past year, and her mother reached out to Harris.

(via @antharris, @anthony_harris_foundation, @vemberphoto)

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The NFL has good guys too.
Texican....

 

[Texican]

Not sure where you get all these or how much time out of your day it takes to harvest and share them here but, its a job well done.

Thank you

Griz,

With all the evil occurring on God's earth and not knowing what will be happening in the future, it is pleasing to find that there is still good on God's earth.

I discovered Quora and spend time reading about the good that people still do and finally decided to start posting some of these stories when Dennis asked me to put into a dedicated forum.

Many on TB2K get a break from all of the bad news for a while when they read the stories.

Texican....

 

[Texican]

Posted by
Jo Mburu

Mar 17
Romanian-Ukrainian border bridge. Each child who comes from Ukraine can take a toy from there, to enter the country with a nice thought. Courtesy of the Romanian border police.