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Anomalous club, Sydney (2025)

24/12/2024

“My car has no registration, inspection, OR Insurance.. I know I know, Get it together, Amber! But being a single mom of 3 isn’t easy!! So I’m driving this morning to get Blaine from school and BOOM, I get pulled over. I start panicking!! On top of all that, my Drivers License is in Brian’s car.. Extra Panicked now!!
The officer asks me why I haven’t gotten my tags in over a year! I explain there are things on my car that won’t pass inspection and I don’t have the money to fix them.. He asks me to step out of my car. He takes me by his motorcycle and we are talking about our kids and Christmas.. He hands me a yellow paper.. He said ‘You have no tags and no Drivers License on you, OR car insurance. I’m giving you a warning! And I’m giving you this.’ (Hands me an envelope) and says ‘This is on behalf of The Montgomery County Sheriffs Deputy and myself but you have to open it in front of me.’
I opened it and it was a Christmas Card that had a $100 in it!! I broke down crying and gave Officer Ortiz probably the biggest hug he has ever received in his life!! Thank You to The Montgomery County Sheriffs Dept and Thank You To Officer Ortiz!! Not only did I get away with close to $1,000 in tickets… I came out $100 ahead!! 😃😃 God is DEF watching out for me!!”
Credit: Amber Zakos

24/12/2024

John D. Rockfeller (July 8, 1839–May 23, 1937), the founder of Standard Oil, was once the richest man in the world. He was the world’s first billionaire. He amassed a net worth of at least $1 billion in 1916. When Rockefeller died in 1937, his net worth was estimated to be approximately $340 billion in today's dollars.
By the age of 25, he had one of the largest oil refineries in the United States. He was 31 when he became the world's largest oil refiner. At 38, he controlled 90% of the oil refined in the United States. At fifty, John was America's richest man. As a young man, every action, attitude, and connection was crafted to establish his wealth.
But at the age of 53, he fell unwell. His entire body became wracked with pain, and he lost all his hair. In total anguish, the world's lone millionaire could buy anything he wanted but could only eat soup and crackers.
According to an associate, "He couldn't sleep, wouldn't smile, and nothing in life meant anything to him". His personal, highly trained physicians indicated that he would die within the year. That year passed painfully slowly. As he approached death, he awoke one morning with the faint understanding that he would not be able to bring any of his fortune with him to the next world.
The man who could dominate the commercial world suddenly realised he had no control over his personal life. He informed his solicitors, accountants, and management that he intended to devote his assets to hospitals, research, and charity work. John D. Rockefeller started his foundation.
The Rockefeller Foundation financed Howard Florey and his colleague Norman Heatley's penicillin research in 1941. But arguably the most astounding aspect of Rockefeller's narrative is that when he began to give back a fraction of all he had gained, his body's chemistry changed dramatically, and he recovered.
He was expected to die at the age of 53, but he survived to reach 98 years old. Rockefeller learnt gratitude and returned the great bulk of his money. This made him whole. It's one thing to be healed. It is another to become fit. He was a devout Baptist who attended the Euclid Avenue Baptist Church in Cleveland, Ohio.
Before he died, he wrote in his diary: "God taught me that everything belongs to Him, and I am merely a conduit to carry out His will. My life has been one long, happy holiday since then; full of work and play, I let go of my worries along the road, and God was wonderful to me every day

24/12/2024

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit Grandma on the day my brother dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," he jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted, "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kirby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kirby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare, and FRIENDS that care...
And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
~ From: Messages for the soul.

24/12/2024

How Children perceive their grandparents.
1. I was in the bathroom, putting on my makeup, under the watchful eyes of my young granddaughter, as I'd done many times before. After I applied my lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, "But Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!" I will probably never put lipstick on again without thinking about kissing the toilet paper good-bye....
2. My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 68. My grandson was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, "Did you start at 1?"
3. After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, "Who was THAT?"
4. A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like. "We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods." The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, "I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!"
5. My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, "Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?" I mentally polished my halo and I said, "No, how are we alike?'' "You're both old," he replied.
6. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story.
"What's it about?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I can't read."
7. I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, "Grandma, I really think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself!"
8. When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, "It's no use Grandpa. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights."
9. When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, "I'm not sure." "Look in your underwear, Grandpa," he advised "Mine says I'm 4 to 6." (WOW! I really like this one -- it says I'm only '38'!)
10. A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, "Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today." The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. "That's interesting." she said. "How do you make babies?" "It's simple," replied the girl. "You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'."
11. Children's Logic: "Give me a sentence about a public servant," said a teacher. The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant." The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked. "Sure," said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child."
12. A grandfather was delivering his grandchildren to their home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties.
"They use him to keep crowds back," said one child.
"No," said another. "He's just for good luck."
A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs," she said firmly, "to find the fire hydrants."
13. A 6-year-old was asked where his grandma lived. "Oh," he said, "she lives at the airport, and whenever we want her, we just go get her. Then, when we're done having her visit, we take her back to the airport."
14. Grandpa is the smartest man on earth! He teaches me good things, but I don't get to see him enough to get as smart as him!
15. My Grandparents are funny, when they bend over, you hear gas leaks and they blame their dog.
SEND THIS TO OTHER GRANDPARENTS, ALMOST GRANDPARENTS, OR HECK, SEND IT TO EVERYONE. IF THEY'RE NOT ALREADY GRANDPARENTS, MAYBE SOME DAY THEY'LL GET LUCKY AND BECOME ONE!
IT MIGHT JUST MAKE THEIR DAY! ❤

24/12/2024

Found in Florida! So one of the owners of a hotel, Judi was walking on the beach this morning cleaning up the junk that washed into shore and finds a bottle with a message in it. There is also some sand and 2 one dollar bills. Once we get it open and read the notes we find out that it is in fact NOT sand. It is the ashes of this woman's husband of 70 years named Gordon. She writes that He loved to travel so she sent him traveling in a bottle with a note and money for someone to call home and tell her where he landed. He started at Big Pine Key in March of 2012 and then went to Islamorada where someone found him. ❤
They added a note and sent him traveling again and he landed on our beach in Key Colony. Judi called the wife in Tennessee who was excited to know of Gordon's travels! Judi added her note, we put him in a rum bottle (you know added a little fun to his trip) with the three notes. We added another dollar in case Gordon travels far and a long distance call is needed. We will be having a memorial service or celebration of his life on our beach later today before sending him on his way again." 🥰🥰😋😋
Credit: Allex1337

24/12/2024

I wanted to share something that works really well for my family! Like many parents, I get overwhelmed when my kids ask for everything they see in the grocery store. It’s normal for kids to be curious and ask, but constantly saying “no” can get tiring.
To keep them distracted, I started a new activity: each time we go shopping, I let them pick one can of food to donate to the food bank. They get to choose any candy they want, and they love it! They take their time deciding, carry the can to the checkout, hand it to the cashier, and then place it in the food bank bin.
My daughter even likes explaining to people what the food bank is and how it helps others. We’ve done this for the past five shopping trips, and not once have they asked for extra snacks or toys! Plus, it feels great knowing we’re helping others.
I know this might not work forever, but if you have young kids around 2 to 4 years old, I definitely recommend trying it. As they get older, I’m thinking of turning it into a fun challenge, like finding a can that starts with a certain letter or choosing a vegetable or fruit. ❤ 💚
Credit: Candice Bell

24/12/2024

“Today I was asked if I was any good with phones by an elderly man as he was trying to open a picture message his granddaughter sent.
After putting Sienna in her stroller, I took a look at his phone which was a really old Nokia. Since he didn’t have a smart phone, I told him he wouldn’t be able to view it.
He was gutted and went on to tell me it was a photo of his granddaughter and her new baby who he hadn’t seen yet, as they live in Buxton.
So, I forwarded the message to my phone and eventually managed to open the picture. He was so emotional seeing his great granddaughter for the first time and you could see his love for them both through his teary eyes.
The man insisted on giving me $20 to treat my daughter to a toy as a thank you for helping him, which I insisted I didn’t want, but he was having none of it. So, I asked him to wait there and I went into the store and printed the photo for him and ended up buying a frame for it too.
When I returned with the framed photo, he was so happy, literally overwhelmed. This just made my day to make someone so happy.”
Credit: Serena Mansey

24/12/2024

When my daughter was 2 years old, we watched Toy Story over and over again. But only the first 20 minutes (toddler attention span). Trust me, i could recite it line by line to this day.
She did not know what I was setting up behind her when taking the pictures. She came home from work and I had her put on her graduation dress and handed her her cap and gown.
I borrowed toys from posting in a local neighborhood page. I might have a few in the attic, but a local mom had all of the characters.
She is a sweet, sentimental sap, just like me- so I knew this would get her as well. Thank you everyone for sharing in our moment with our senior.
Credit goes to the first owner ✍️

24/12/2024

I LOVE THIS ANALOGY:
You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.
Why did you spill the coffee?
"Because someone bumped into me!!!"
Wrong answer.
You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.
Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.
Whatevr is inside the cup is what will spill out.
Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It's easy to fake it, until you get rattled.
So we have to ask ourselves... “what's in my cup?"
When life gets tough, what spills over?
Joy, gratitude, peace and humility?
Anger, bitterness, victim mentality and quitting tendencies?
Life provids the cup, YOU choose how to fill it.
Today let's work towards filling our cups with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affrmation, resilience, positivity; and kindness, gentleness and love for others.

24/12/2024

My Christmas Miracle
When I moved my cello didn't make it back to me in time to go into the pod and there was no room for it in the car so I had to sadly leave her behind. When I was back visited last year I got my hands on her and planned to ship her back to Ohio. But the shipping that use to be $250 was now $1,500 which I couldn't afford. The airline said I could fly home with her but I'd have to buy her a seat which was not only not affordable but in her case she is 53" tall and I highly doubt she'd fit into any seat but maybe first class. So once again I left her behind. She's been living in my friend's closet.
I found out the cheapest way to get her home would be to have someone bring her on a flight. But that required a hard case which she didnt' have. So I found one and shipped it to Suzanne's house where her and Robert packaged Kate up so sweetly and with so much care -ready for her to come home to me.
A neighbor from the Buy Nothing group I started here offered to bring her back on her flight but was in Palo Alto for school. So my friend Lisa picked Kate up from Suzanne and delivered her to Palo Alto. My neighbor, Samantha, brought Kate back on her flight yesterday and I just got to pick her up. To say I'm delighted is an understatement.
Now all she needs is a little TLC from the luthier and she will be all good to go. I can't thank everyone enough for helping me get her home, finally.

23/12/2024

School principal Jason Smith met his daughter, Raven when she was 12 years old in 2015, sitting outside his office after being suspended from the sixth grade.
"She was just this sweet looking, little innocent child sitting there, kind of defeated. I asked her, 'What's going on?' and she said that she had thrown a cup of yogurt at lunch and had been suspended and was waiting to be picked up."
Smith asked the young girl if she would throw food in a restaurant, and she said she had never been in one, nor did she really have a family. The pre-teen had been living in a group home bouncing around in the foster care system for most of her life.
"I recognized that she needed something to go in her favor, maybe for once, that it hadn't gone in her favor in the past, but she just needed somebody to help her."
It turns out Jason and wife Marybeth Smith had struggled with infertility for some time and knew right away it was meant to be. Raven is happy to have found a loving home and is now studying social work at the University of Kentucky.
Credit: Your English Teacher ( respect 🫡)

23/12/2024

Today marks the 64th anniversary of Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird" (1960) -- a novel containing truths so universal that they bear repeating in 2024... 🔥 👇
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.”
“I wanted you to see what real courage is ... It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.”
"People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for."
"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience."
"Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of another ... There are just some kind of men who -- who're so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results."
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Publisher: HarperCollins

23/12/2024

A Christmas story that’s not a Christmas story. The other night I was having dinner at the bar when a couple came in and sat next to me. They were, maybe, a few years younger than me. They quickly ordered a bottle of wine, a dozen oysters, a ribeye and a Korean fried chicken. I like people who order decisively and with appetites.
We got into a conversation and I asked if they were local and they were, Calais. 20 minutes north or so and a place I know well, having moved there after college with my girlfriend and having had, until last year, a small cabin on a lake there.
We burrowed deeper. Turns out they live on the same hill I first lived on in 1993, when my college girlfriend and I rented this subsistence cabin for 500 bucks a month on a small flat of hillside where you could see undulating hills leading to the mountains but where also, you only had wood heat, and a ladder to your bedroom and you were lucky if you could get that house above 55 degrees in the winter. Not that we cared because we were young and in love and we felt so rich having so much land around us.
He told me then his family owned the old farm in the valley below and had forever.
The one above the brook, I said?
Yes, the house leans over it.
White? All alone? Above where the brook meanders?
He nods. That one.
I have to tell you something, I said. Spring 1994. Maybe 95. Mud season. It was a terrible year. Like coming home from work, I never knew which road to take—they were all terrible. Anyway, one warm night I decided to take that road, through the valley and past that old farmhouse thinking it was probably the least traveled route. Even though it was longer. I was driving a 1987 Saab 900. For some random reason I was wearing all white, like Hyannis 1961, white chinos, dress shirt, boat shoes. I’m 24. It’s dark out.
A couple hundred yards before the house, the mud is terrible and I suddenly sink the whole front of the car in a sinkhole. Hood is buried. I try to get it out but the tires barely even sputter.
I climb out the door and hike through the mud in the dark toward the farmhouse in the distance. The peepers breathing in the marsh louder and louder. I get to the house and it’s ramshackle and falling apart and under my feet the boards creak climbing up to knock on the door. A voice says come in and when I do, it’s like stepping back in time eighty years.
In front of me, an old woman sits in a wing-backed chair facing the door. Next to her is a cast iron wood cook stove which is blasting. The floors are wood and the ceilings tin. All uneven. Stuff piled everywhere. Her legs are taped from her ankles to her knees. She is stout and on her lap, sitting like a cat, is a Holstein calf.
In my mud-splattered whites, I tell her why I am there and she starts yelling names and out of the back two men emerge. They look sleepy. Running hands through their hair. I follow them wordlessly outside and we go behind the farmhouse where they start a large tractor and one of them motions that I should climb up. They ride me rocking down the road in the dark where they hook a winch to the axle of my Saab and pull me out of the mud and take me to dryish ground a quarter mile away. We shake hands awkwardly and I go. Like two different times colliding.
At the bar, I said, so I’ve been in that farmhouse.
The man smiled wide. You met my grandmother. That was her. It would have been 95, not 94, otherwise my grandfather would have towed you out. He died that winter. She still had the cows.
Who were the men?
Farmhands.
Wow, man, I said, I was just back in that house in my mind. I can picture everything about it.
Me too, he said. Thank you.
Our conversation moved on, we talked about other things. But I’ve been thinking ever since about how time isn’t linear but circular, you know?
We can go back if we want to. Stories will take us there. In a few days it will be Christmas. Maybe it will be singular, just another day. Or maybe, if you squint, all the other Chistmases will be there, too, the ones you want to remember, the mothers and grandmothers, the smells and sounds, the past colliding with the present.

23/12/2024

A father passing by his son's bedroom
Noticed the room unusually clean and saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad'. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.
Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.
I've been finding real passion with Stacy. She is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that mari*juana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the co***ne and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so that Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your many grandchildren.
Love, your son, Josh
P.S . Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table. Call when it is safe for me to come home

23/12/2024

"I was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing I noticed was the taxi was polished to a bright shine. Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for me.
He handed me a laminated card and said, 'I'm Wasu, your driver. While I'm loading your bags in the trunk, I'd like you to read my mission statement.'
Taken aback, I read the card. It said, 'Wasu's Mission Statement: To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest, and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.'
This blew me away. Especially when I noticed the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!
As he slid behind the wheel, Wasu said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee? I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'
I said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'
Wasu smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, lassi, water, and orange juice.'
Almost stuttering, I said, 'I'll take a lassi since I’ve never had one before.'
Handing me my drink, Wasu said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have Good Housekeeping magazine, Reader’s Digest, The Bible, and a Travel + Leisure magazine.'
As we were pulling away, Wasu handed me another laminated card, 'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'
And as if that weren't enough, Wasu told me he had the heater on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for me.
Then he advised me of the best route to my destination for that time of day. He also let me know he'd be happy to chat and tell me about some of the sights or, if I preferred, to leave me with my own thoughts.
'Tell me, Wasu,' I was amazed and asked him, 'have you always served customers like this?'
Wasu smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard about power of choice one day.'
'Power of choice is that you can be a duck or an eagle. If you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. Stop complaining! Don't be a duck. Be an eagle. Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.'
'That hit me right,' said Wasu. He continued and said, 'It is about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their drivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes. I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'
'I take it that has paid off for you,' I said.
'It sure has,' Wasu replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year, I'll probably quadruple it. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on it.'
Wasu made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles. I hope we all decide to soar like an eagle and not quack like a duck."
Credit: Summer Grace Vanni

23/12/2024

When Mabou was barely two years old, her mother noticed that she was speaking some words in French, but her mom didn't even speak French. Her mom immediately began to realize that her daughter had been born with a gift. So, she started teaching her different languages, and would even hire nannies that spoke different languages.
But learning languages was not her only talent
At 8-years old, Mabou also had already learned to play a wide variety of instruments: the piano, the violin, the clarinet, the flute, the drums, the guitar, and the harp. Not only that, she began giving piano lessons. In addition, she was also studying and fully comprehending college-level algebra.
In 2020, Mabou turned 13-years old and added a few more talents to her roster - dancing, painting, and singing. She's already developing a following on YouTube for her amazing singing and dancing performances
She says that in the future she wants to be a lawyer, a brain surgeon, and a singer.
This girl is history in the making!
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