Needed this. 🤗☮💙

Believe it for it is true.
Mr. Trump is just so miserable he needs to drag as many as he can into his own misery. Don’t you let him do it!!!

Remember that in 1969, minority were discriminated against worse than now, women couldn’t take a loan out or open up a credit card, and most lgbtq stayed in the closet unless they lived in a place like San Francisco or New York City. So the old days weren’t so great.

You have to have the bad so you will recognize the good when you see it. Otherwise you would be like a spoiled child always expecting the good. The bad makes you stronger, the good gives you hope.

I was young. It changed, it seemed, overnight.

Yup, tears. Thinking of that, my dad working on our broke down car in Oklahoma on our way to Texas. We got help like that and for being a good girl I got a "horny toad" as a gift. Little bitty town, Paul's Valley. Hot, dusty and kind.

the early 80's. The most un-holy trinity the Bible never wrote about.

Because Newt Gingrich is a human toad.
We are still the decent people we have always been.

But there are bullies and "the mean girls" that make a lot of lives miserable. I have 2 family members that were drummed out of good jobs by the bullies and mean girls, and are dealing with PTSD as a result. There's a spectrum...

My mom’s life was made miserable in middle school by a group of “mean girls”. My dad’s been teaching since the 70’s and says that kids bully others much less than they did years ago. He believes the anti-bullying training that kids get now in elementary school has helped tremendously.

Every summer, my parents would open our house for two weeks to welcome a "Fresh Air Kid" from the inner city of New York. Most weeks, it was a struggle to pay the bills and put food on the table, and all six of us kids knew that, but for those two weeks, we just stretched the meals and made room in the bedrooms and car.

We didn't know it then, but Mom and Dad were teaching us how to live in a world where not everyone had what we had.

It worked; my wife and I have been married for 54 years this month. We have one biological son who is now 50. We adopted three special needs kids. One has passed of complications of his birth effects, although he live twice as long as all the experts told us he would live. The other two are married and raising their own families.

The 50-year-old son runs a year-round program for struggling kids in school, at home, and in the community. The program is funded chiefly by grants he has written.

This is the world we try to live in and help others who need help.

By the way, one final point: in 1969, I was just finishing a four-year "tour" in the USAF as a medic.

And raised great kids. So have you!

service and post. It does the heart good when people do kind things and help others.

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The minister at my father's funeral told a story about my dad helping him out in a similar situation 😢

This is how it should work.

Thanks for posting.

I'm blubbering like a baby here. even though I know this so well. my insanely repuke neighbors would drop anything they were doing to come help me - and they have. and I have always tried to do the same.

Neal Foard on youtube.

He has similar stories of people helping on the road. Thanks for the reminder

I'm reminded of something I learned at one of my first jobs after the Navy. I started working at a small convenience store, my first real experience dealing with the 'public'. I was always coming home in a bad mood, because of some rude comment from a customer. Then it occurred to me that I was focusing my attention on one or two disagreeable people, and was oblivious to the rest of the customers. It completely changed my perception! I started coming home, thinking about some nice interactions I had during my shift.
Yeah, there's assholes out there. But the good ones more than make up for them!

And rhere were terrible things happening in 69 and 70. But jisr like Maga it was just a portion of haters with permission to openly hate.

tire in rural Oklahoma on a Sunday morning, no less. I thought, Oh, crap.

Called AAA, tow tuck showed up, put the stupid small spare on, then drove with me to the local tire shop, called the owner who cheerfully came out and sold me the new tire I needed. They were friendly and helpful and made easy what could have been a huge ordeal.

People mostly are very nice.

I’m gonna save that clip, to help me over the bumps when life turns sideways.

It got me.

And they are going to show up Tuesday.

I sent it to everyone I know.

Great video, thank you for sharing.

during Bush's time and first Obama election. Very religious and very uptight about a lot of stuff. We each had a acre in my area of town and we were flacked in on both sides by rabid republicans. But the winter my husband had pneumonia and was sick for 6 weeks, the neighbors who didn't particularly like us cleared our driveway of snow for me.

When storms happened everyone worked together and helped each other especially if a car ran off in the ditch.

Now where we live, I am on a text neighborhood thing with ten neighbors in case something is going on, somebody steals something, the bear that was in our yards, etc. I happen to know at least half or more are republicans. One the guy around the corner with two trump flags and a sign. But no one on this is political, its for needing help of some kind only.

That man is right most people underneath it all know doing good is right. And that's why I think Kamala is going to win.

When I was a kid, my Dad was stationed on Fort Knox, Kentucky, where we lived for three years. Next door lived Captain Hart and his wife. My mother and father took a second honeymoon to celebrate their anniversary, and my Dad asked a colleague to look after us while they were gone. My brother and sister and I came home from school on the day they left to find that his colleague never showed up, and was nowhere to be found. We went next door to the Harts to tell them, and they brought us in, gave us dinner, and had us stay with them that night.

I'll never forget my siblings and I bundled up in blankets, enjoying cups of hot chocolate, and watching "Taxi" with the Harts (who had no children of their own). They were finally able to locate my Dad's colleague (who had been detained by unavoidable duties, but who hadn't bothered to call), but for the rest of the time my parents were gone, we hung out with the Harts, played softball in the front yard, and Captain Hart took us for rides on his motorcycle.

Although the Harts were well-schooled in the axiom that military families look out for each other, they were still only really motivated by simple, basic human decency and compassion. I've never forgotten them.

on your sobriety.

Have faith is right.

For everyone who had a part in it.

but that fellow retold the story spectacularly! Thanks for posting this.

So, yeah, it was the best year evah! To me anyway.

It's a beautiful counter to the overwhelming abundance of ugliness we've seen far too long in the media. Thank you for sharing!

I might say those words ... we're all in this world together.

I remember the walk on the moon with a friend from Venezuela that was a roommate at a Catholic boarding school. Her family was wealthy enough to rent a boat in the Caribbean after we left Caracas. My parents were not wealthy, we had spam sometimes, but they did realize the importance of friendship and education. They took out a high interest loan at Beneficial Finance to pay for a ticket to Caracas on Viasa Airlines to visit my friend. Travel is one of the best teachers.

My Dad always taught me to give a little extra, a marine veteran who lied about his age to sign up for service in WW2, whether it be a hand or a little extra in a tip.

It might be a small act, a smile, some little gesture, we're all here on this earth together.

cool guy at his place in Council Bluffs, Iowa. Two rag-tag hippies in the Age of Manson; I had 20 hits of Owsley stashed on me.
We had a nice breakfast at his home, and he dropped us off on an I-80 entrance ramp the next day. I still remember his brotherly kindness.

Thank you

I needed that.

visibility. Just to keep us grounded and hopeful.