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--posted by David G. Nadeau, on Sep 10, 2007
Hello, my name is David G. Nadeau and I am from Monroe, Michigan, hometown of General Armstrong Custer. I am a paid-on-call Firefighter for Monroe Township Fire Department and I was at Ground Zero for one week starting September 12, 2001. Some of my hundred or so pictures from Ground Zero have been published in EMS magazines. Newspaper reporters from Cooperstown, New York and Lexington, Kentucky call me wanting to publish this story. That is because someone from the family of the business card I found at Ground Zero told the reporters this story – a story about a business ... read full story >>
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--posted by Keleth, on Sep 2, 2007
Today, a friend and I were returning from volunteering at Camp Quality, a great nonprofit that gives cancer-kids a chance to be kids! We spent two days there, and on our way back decided to make a stop for some junk food -- yes, Taco Bell!
It was 10:45PM and one of the fiercest storms of the year had hit when we arrived at a local Taco Bell. Half way out of the entrance, a car appeared to be stuck; so while my friend ran inside to see if TB was open, I went over to the car to offer help. ... read full story >>
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--posted by Deval, on Nov 23, 2007
I lost my wallet today. It's just one of things that can drive you upside down, but instead of being mad, I am gonna count my blessings with you.
1. The wallet that I left in my car
I was glad I wasn't sleeping in my car
Thank you God for putting a roof over my head.
2. The violation I felt over stolen property
At least my life wasn't stolen from me
Thank you God for life and security
3. My credit card that was gone
At least I have enough money to lose
Thank you God for giving me more than enough to survive ... read full story >>
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--posted by Gayu, on Jan 2, 2008
If you read the front page story of the San Francisco Chronicle on Thursday, Dec 15, 2005, you would have read about a female humpback whale who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps and lines.
The fifty-foot whale was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of line rope wrapped around her her tail, her torso and a line tugging in her mouth.
A fisherman spotted her just east of the Farallone Islands (outside the Golden Gate) and radioed an environmental ... read full story >>
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--posted by pattyjw59, on Jan 23, 2008
It is so often true that "what goes around, comes around," and that life lessons often walk in through the most unexpected doors.
One hot summer, several years ago, my son and I were taking a trip by train. But first we had to take a bus into the city to the station to catch the train. I was a single Mom and as usual, since times were hard and money was very tight, we simply could not afford any extras. So we packed a large lunch bag of snacks and sandwiches, and had a small cooler filled with sodas to get us through ... read full story >>
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--posted by Tikit, on Feb 18, 2008
My husband died in 1998 and the following year found me incredibly depressed, desperately lonely and totally overwhelmed. I was living over 2,000 miles from my family, and his family had disappeared as if I had the plague. My sister and my friends had been trying to get me to sell and move for several months and a close friend invited to move to the town where she lived. Though I knew I should sell (I couldn't keep the place up), it was impossible for me to consider, as there was no way I could handle the mortgage until it sold, and also pay for an ... read full story >>
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--posted by Ruby, on Mar 2, 2008
My husband was on a flight and as they were nearing their destination, the Captain's voice came through the speaker bearing bad news -- "There has been a death on the plane."
Shock and disbelief were the first reactions of the passengers. When everyone looked back, they saw the dead man's son grieving silently. He looked so alone with his Dad's body lying at the end of the plane.
My husband, having lost both parents over the past year, overcame his initial shock and geared into action. He asked the flight attendant for an empty container and he went to each passenger and ... read full story >>
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--posted by EsTeeBee, on Mar 18, 2008
When I was in my first year of college, I hit a stretch where every area of my life was a disaster, I felt hopeless and alone, and more depressed than I knew was possible.
On one such day, I was walking from class across campus to catch my bus home, head down, fighting tears of total despair, when a guy came down the sidewalk toward me. I had never seen him before. Embarrassed at being seen in such an emotional mess, I turned my head away and hoped to hurry past. I figured he'd walk on by, but he ... read full story >>
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--posted by Serendipity, on Mar 28, 2008
Julio Diaz has a daily routine. Every night, the 31-year-old social worker ends his hour-long subway commute to the Bronx one stop early, just so he can eat at his favorite diner.
But one night last month, as Diaz stepped off the No. 6 train and onto a nearly empty platform, his evening took an unexpected turn.
He was walking toward the stairs when a teenage boy approached and pulled out a knife.
"He wants my money, so I just gave him my wallet and told him, 'Here you go,'" Diaz says.
As the teen began to walk away, Diaz told him, "Hey, wait ... read full story >>
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--posted by supune, on May 15, 2008
I volunteer for Orange County Jail's "Lights On" project on Saturday nights -- in a RV, from 11PM to 4AM, we provide a safe space for released prisoners until they find a ride home. Of the many interesting stories I've heard, a particular story of 50 year old prisoner really touched me.
After his last stay in jail, this 50 years old guy was homeless. He did have a family member and a friend that would let him sleep over sometimes, but on this particular night, he decided to come back and hang out with us in the RV.
He told us ... read full story >>
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--posted by JackieHall, on May 10, 2008
My son's day care provider experienced a tragic sudden death of a friend. She had just met this fellow and had sensed a deep connection before dropping him off at his car. He had a car accident that night, and was killed.
Deeply moved by the sadness that my friend was experiencing, I was compelled to write her some comforting words about being able to see the positives of how her friend had influenced her life and suggested that he possibly came to her as an angel of change for her life.
This trajedy, impacted her deeply and encouraged her ... read full story >>
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--posted by Elizabeth, on Jul 10, 2008
Kim Tucker was heading home to West Sacramento last week and saw a sight that can't rightly be ignored.
There, by the side of the road, was a remarkably agitated duck, pacing the pavement and flapping in fear.
Her ducklings, Tucker learned on subsequent inspection, had fallen through a drainage grate and were desperately treading water in the filthy bog below.
She looked for help, eventually enlisting a burly construction worker (to pry off the grate), a slew of onlookers and, she was surprised to note, a teenage boy, who whipped off his shoes and, without hesitation, slipped into the drain and started ... read full story >>
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--posted by twocents, on Aug 11, 2008
August 1942. Piotrkow, Poland. The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men, women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.
'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me, 'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen.' I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off. That way I might ... read full story >>
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--posted by hopeful, on Aug 19, 2008
It was the early 1990s. During the bleak years of the Bosnian war, the Serbian Army surrounded the city seeking it's surrender and the expulsion of all non-Serbians. The residents, with a minimal volunteer and civilian militia, were unorganized but mounted a spectacularly brave defense.
From around the world, many people converged to help them. It was an almost magnetic pull to serve a valiant and vulnerable expression of our human experience. I was one amongst those who came.
Fueled by Hemingway and feeling much like the Spanish Civil War, international brigade volunteers were driving ambulances around town. And yet it ... read full story >>
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--posted by MakeSomeoneSmile, on Oct 25, 2008
Yesterday I heard about a single mom with two kids that I barely know. She was pleading for help to pay her phone bill so it wouldn’t get disconnected. I have seen her help many others over the past months. She struggles to make ends meet but puts on a smile so her children won’t worry. She has no family near her so if she loses her phone, her children or their school will have no way to get in touch with her. After reading her plea, I thought about it all night and it broke my heart.
This morning I ... read full story >>
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--posted by speedi, on Feb 18, 2009
A couple of days ago, we were in Edmonton helping one son move there to live with his brother. As we were leaving from their apartment complex, we noticed a man driving by very slowly. We commented how weird it seemed and as we looked back in the mirror we saw he had run off the road into a tree.
We quickly whipped a u-turn and jumped out of our vehicle. Our younger son reached in and turned off the man's vehicle and my husband and older son tried talking to the older gentleman but got no response. Fearing he might have ... read full story >>
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--posted by Michael Nagler, on Apr 11, 2009
[This is a true story, written by Murray Polner and Stefan Merken in Peace, Justice, and Jews (1968).]
During the spring of 1921, the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, Haj Muhammed Amin el-Husseini, instigated an organized pogrom against the Jewish population in Palestine. When a group of Arabs threatened to attack Jewish homes between Jaffa and Tel Aviv, Jewish defenders went forth to meet them. An exchange of fire ensued, which threatened to escalate into full-scale warfare.
In the middle of escalating violence, a remarkable man Rabbi Ben Zion Uziel intervened. He donned his Rabbinic robes and turban and went straight onto the ... read full story >>
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--posted by Modestobob, on Apr 22, 2009
Let Me Be A Little Kinder
Glen Campbell
Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Let me think more of my neighbor
And a little less of me
Let me be when I am weary
Just a little bit more ... read full story >>
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--posted by Modestobob, on May 27, 2009
"Some people!" snorted a man standing behind me in the long line at the grocery store.
"You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line," said a woman. I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold up was and saw a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine to accept her credit card. No matter how many times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.
"It's one of them welfare card things. Damn people need to get a job like everyone else," said the man standing behind me.
The ... read full story >>
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--posted by ArmyGrl, on Jun 19, 2009
Twelve years ago yesterday, my mother gave birth to the most beautiful little girl. We were a broken family with little money. We were given the news that this little girl, who was three and a half months premature, would only have 14 days on this earth. It's hard to understand what kind of feeling you have when you find out that you're losing something that you don't even know.
As time went on, the number of days kept growing, which gave us hope. When they said that we could take her home, that's when realization hit. We had no money.
I ... read full story >>
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--posted by Modestobob, on Jun 27, 2009
We had a marvelous 10 days in Idaho and were driving home a day earlier than we'd planned. We just wanted to have a day to rest and prepare for our work weeks ahead. Little did we know the impact our leaving early would have on someone else.
We left Caldwell, Idaho at around 1pm and went through a small town called Marsing, population 790. They have a volunteer fire department, a couple of gas stations and a small market. About 10 miles on the other side of Marsing, we saw thick black plumes of smoke miles down the road to where ... read full story >>
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--posted by timcollardey, on Mar 28, 2010
Yesterday was the Mother of All Bad Days for me, but I was rescued by a cluster of unrelated kind people/angels. My head's still spinning from the experience.
Our house is up for sale and my wife and I agreed to have an open house yesterday. Before it was to start, I had to take our dog, who's been suffering from some unknown liver problem for over two months, to the vet. The appointment was timed just right to get back home and help host the open house. That plan soured in a heartbeat!
Our dog had been making some progress with ... read full story >>
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--posted by twocents, on Jul 29, 2010
It was May in Bangkok, and even though I had arrived from India after 6 months of volunteer work, the heat and humidity was exhausting. After a long day of temple visiting, I fell asleep on the sky train for about 5 minutes, only to wake up seconds before the door was about to slam shut at my stop. As I rush out onto the platform, I realize that my wallet is gone!
First thought: I'd been pickpocketed while I slept on the train.
Second thought: Bravo to the pickpocket!
My wallet had been in my front pocket and I was sitting down ... read full story >>
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--posted by bluebuddha, on Aug 24, 2010
It was a busy and stressful day at work. I decided that I had done what I could do and it was time to face the hour-long commute to the East Bay. It was stop-and-go as usual when I finally braved through the Bay Bridge traffic and reached the Powell Street exit ten minutes from my home in Berkeley.
About to exit the freeway, I noticed a large black pick-up truck parked a bit abruptly to the right shoulder. A small Hispanic woman got out of the driver seat and opened the back door. I could barely see her through the ... read full story >>
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--posted by heavensblessing, on Sep 28, 2010
You join Facebook and " friend" your old classmates. You might not ever talk about anything serious with them but they are there. You read their status, laugh at their jokes, groan at the corny quotes, or wish them a happy birthday. Until last week, that is....
A classmate from twenty years ago was one of my Facebook friends. A few random comments he made gave me the impression that something was wrong so I prodded him to call me. He did call and I found out that that he, his wife and eight children had just moved into a cheap ... read full story >>
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--posted by Library, on Nov 9, 2010
Two weeks ago while my daughter and I were eating dinner I saw a police officer walking past my backyard with a worried looking woman.
I opened my door and asked if everything was okay. Apparently the woman was the grandmother of an eight year old boy who had gone missing an hour earlier.
I said we hadn't seen the boy, but we would help look. I asked my two year old daughter if she understood why we had to go looking for this boy and couldn't finish dinner right then. She replied, "Be kind people, Daddy." (That still makes me want ... read full story >>
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--posted by advaitin, on Nov 20, 2010
It was my birthday so my wife, my brother and my child treated ourselves to dinner in a restaurant that we had never been to before. As we walked back to our car a very thin man approached my brother saying he hadn't eaten in a while and asking for money. Usually my wife and I treat such requests with suspicion but my brother took a different approach and he started talking with the man.
The man said he was a singer and had come to Dubai from Pakistan to find work. His visa was expiring in three or four days. He had no friends here, couldn't land ... read full story >>
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--posted by Puppatina, on Dec 2, 2010
My wonderful grand daughter just turned five. We always have a party for her with all of our friends and family. I am often a little embarrassed by all the riches received by her. I thought that this year, with her parents blessing, we could do something different.
A nearby elementary school was devastated by fire over the summer and lost nineteen classrooms and the library. I thought we could use this birthday to create an opportunity for Lily, even at the young age of five, to understand service to others.
The day before her party we drove to the school and took her on a ... read full story >>
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--posted by ishtie, on Dec 9, 2010
Opportunity knocked on my door last January when I was given a chance to work in an other country. It's really such a blessing! At first, it was really scary living life on my own. But, I soon met .lots of new people. Some were good and some were bad. It was a true challenge!
I met a group of friends, six boys and one girl. They were really nice. I loved their company and they were so funny! We hung out most weekends. We cooked, watched movies, chatted and shared jokes! It was amazing - until something unexpected happened!
One of our group was diagnosed with kidney ... read full story >>
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--posted by Lynne1, on Jan 8, 2011
Last year my family was moving from New Hampshire to Washington State. In the process of selling our house, giving away most of our belongings (we were moving to a much smaller house and didn't need most of it) and saying goodbye to all the friends we'd made over the past 22 years there; our 27-year-old daughter, who was living with us, became progressively more ill, eventually becoming unable to sit up or walk.
Three weeks before we were supposed to close on our house, she was diagnosed with both Lyme disease and a brain tumor, which was pressing on her brainstem. ... read full story >>
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