Never seen before, New York, NY, United States, New York (2026)

20/07/2025

This is my friend Harold.
Not the guy in the man lift—but the man behind him, sitting quietly in his wheelchair on the sidewalk. ❤️
Harold lives in the nursing home just across the street from our job site.
Since day one, he’s been there.
Every morning at 7 a.m., like clockwork.
He takes lunch when we do.
And he doesn’t leave until I shut down the crane and head home.
At first, I thought,
“He’s just an old man enjoying the fresh air. Curious, maybe. Just passing time.”
But something about his consistency got me curious too.
So one day, I walked over and introduced myself.
That first conversation lasted over two and a half hours.
And it changed me.
Harold, it turns out, is nearing the end of his life.
He’s battling heart failure and a degenerative disease that’s been eating away at his health for years.
But before all that, Harold spent over 50 years doing exactly what I do now—operating cranes.
He told me he never imagined he’d get to see one up close again—let alone watch one in action, every day.
It’s not just a job to him. It’s his life. His pride. His story.
He has family. Two daughters. A son.
They haven’t visited in the seven years he’s been in that nursing home.
So I made Harold a deal. 💛
He jokingly asked if I’d put him on payroll.
I told him I couldn’t swing that… but here’s what I could do:
👉 Every morning, I bring him his favorite—a black coffee.
👉 Twice a week, I grab him lunch from anywhere he wants.
👉 And at the end of each day, I sit with him so he can critique my crane work and give me pointers.
Because no matter how good you think you are, there’s always more to learn.
And Harold?
He didn’t hesitate before saying,
“ABSOLUTELY!”
Now he’s not just watching.
He’s part of the crew.
He’s teaching again. Smiling again.
Living with purpose in his final days.
And I guess I’m sharing this to say:
👉 Don’t overlook the quiet people in the background.
👉 Don’t assume someone’s just “passing time.”
👉 Walk over. Say hello.
You never know what kind of impact you might make—or what kind of soul you’ll meet.
I’m so thankful I took that step.
And when the day comes that God calls Harold home,
I’ll find peace in knowing he spent his final chapter surrounded by something he loved.
And by someone who cared enough to see him.
Be that someone. Make someone feel seen.
It might just be the most important thing you do today.
Credit goes to Respective Owner

20/07/2025

"I've seen this guy at Starbucks in Marin City several times. Every time I’d see him I'd tell myself that I would take him to lunch but always found an excuse not to. Today was different. It might have been selfish but I was lonely. I didn't want to spend the whole day alone. I walked up to him, put my hand on his shoulder and said 'do you want to have lunch with me?'
Tarec Atkinson was born and raised in Jamaica. When he was a kid, he dreamt of being a famous football (soccer) player. He was recruited to play in school but never got the opportunity because of some trouble he got in as a teenager. He moved to the states 8 years ago and has spent the last 12 months living in a tent by the side of the freeway. Tarec goes days without eating, sometimes living off of the berries he picks, he spends 90% of his time alone and has no friends and no family in the states. After hearing it had been a month since he bathed, I brought him back to my apartment so he could enjoy a hot shower. Because of all these hardships, trying to get a job is impossible. How can you fill out an application when you haven't eaten in days? I told Tarec that I would drive around with him next week and help him fill out applications and even speak on his behalf to help him land a job so he can get back on his feet. We agreed to meet that Friday at 9:30 AM at Starbucks.
If we were going to make this happen, I knew we had to get Tarec some new clothes. We stopped at Ross so he could pick out a shirt and some slacks. I was blown away at the immediate change in his demeanor. His smile was radiant, he stood up straighter, and even walked with a swagger. I couldn’t convince him to tuck in his shirt. I guess you win some and you lose some haha. Next step was to hit the streets. We spent the next two days going door to door to see who was hiring. We went to Walgreens, CVS, Safeway, Home Depot, Molly Stones, and Starbucks just to name a few. I would walk in with him so he knew he wasn’t alone. It can be overwhelming to walk into a business and ask for a job. I was very proud of him. We had a few positive responses but the majority of business’s told us that applications were submitted online. Easy enough right? Wrong.
Tarec doesn’t have a computer. So we went to the local library and began filling out applications. And let me tell you something. We take our computer literacy for granted. Watching him struggle to fill out an application put so much into perspective for me. Some people judge our homeless. We’ve all heard someone say 'why don’t they just get a job?' or 'they’re lazy' I saw firsthand how the “system” is set up to fail people like Tarec. There is no way he would have been able to do any of this without my help. Just like there are many things in my life I have needed someone to help me overcome an obstacle. We all need a little help.
After week of phone interviews Tarec landed an in person interview at Safeway. I remember driving to Safeway being nervous. I looked over to him and asked how he was feeling. He looked back at me and said “I got this”. I believed him. I dropped him off, wished him luck and waited. 20 minutes later, I see him walk out of Safeway with a big smile and a thumbs up. I let out a Rick Flair sounding “WOO!”. We had accomplished a lot together in two weeks. It was an incredible moment. Obviously we had to celebrate with a little ice cream! 🙂
Like we all are, Tarec is searching for a purpose in life. He yearns for happiness. He craves for a woman to love and to feel the love from a woman. He wants to create a better life for himself so he could one day have a family and stability. He is just like you and me. My hope in sharing this story is that it will inspire others to spread LOVE. We all need help in one way or another. Sometimes all someone needs is a friend. Thank you for taking the time to read my story."
~ Adam August

20/07/2025

"Something has been bothering me lately. About a month ago I shared a meal with a homeless man while at work. A man who was begging a business not for money but to clean a store for a bottle of water and some food. Some critics believe I was doing it for attention and called it less than professional.
It's apparent that these critics don't know the real me, don't know my past and how life made me who I am. I'm going to let you in on a little secret and maybe you can understand why I am who I am. Not that I have to explain myself but I'm tired of hearing it. At 5 years old my father divorced my mother. He changed my name, hid me from her the best he could just to spite her. I remember when he met my stepmother and she made it very clear she would not raise children who were not her own. I remember shortly after that being taken by the State for my father did not want to lose my stepmother so he gave up his kids.
He told the state I had no living family members. So at 10 years old I was sent to boarding home after boarding home. No one wanted to adopt the 10 year old, they all wanted the new borns. For 6 years I lived in those boarding homes. 10 plus people sleeping in one room, packed in like sardines. Wearing the same 3 outfits I owned all week. I remember not eating for a day, two days or sometimes 3 days.
I remember never celebrating Christmas, no Thanksgiving dinner and never a single birthday celebration. Waking up every day praying for a miracle.
I remember being alone. I remember having no one to turn too. I remember having my back up against the wall and not a single person in my corner.
I became emancipated at 16 years old. I worked 4 part time jobs while I went to high school full time. I learned how hard it was to support myself. I went days without eating sometimes. It was eat 3 meals a day and not have a roof over my head or starve and survive. I turned my emotions into energy and became the man I am today.
So yes I fed a homeless guy and took the time, over an hour to get to know him better. I even took him to CVS to get him Motrin, a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, shampoo, soap, nail clippers, razors and shaving cream. I also got him some new clothes, new shoes and a jacket. After all of that I got him a roof over his head and worked on helping him to get some cash.
I know what it's like to not know where your next meal is coming from or when it's coming. I know what it feels like to be hungry, weak and desperate. I know what it's like to be down on your luck. I know how it feels when the world has its back turned on you. I know all too well what it's like be overall in a really crappy position in life.
I battled some tough moments since I was 10 years old and raised myself. I did it because I'm human and care for my fellow human beings.
Credit goes to the respective owner ✍️

19/07/2025

When I moved into my first apartment as a single mother, I was haunted by a deep loneliness. My daughter was so young, and I worried she would miss out on the joy of companionship — the kind I knew she deserved. So I made a decision: we needed a friend, someone to remind us that family can be chosen too.
The newspaper ad read “15 kittens, please help!” I remember clutching the newly bought cat carrier as I drove over, determined to find a companion who would fit into the noisy, hopeful rhythm of our little life.
There were so many kittens, all with bright eyes and playful spirits. But my heart kept searching. Then, from behind a cluster of fluff and energy, a small orange tabby emerged — smaller than the rest, with a hollow where one eye should have been.
I had planned on adopting a female kitten, but the other girls wanted nothing to do with the chaos of my life. My daughter, loud and curious, didn’t bother this one-eyed little soul though. She just watched us with quiet acceptance, as if she already knew we were hers.
When I asked about her, the woman sighed and said, “Oh, you don’t want that sickly one. She’s the runt. No one wants a one-eyed cat. We’re just going to put her to sleep.”
I know what it feels like to be unwanted. That day, Dixie came home with us.
It took $450 in vet bills and four years of gentle care, but Dixie thrived. She wore my daughter’s baby doll clothes without a fuss, comforted me during late-night tears, and never once seemed to mind the noise of our lives. When I remarried and we moved to a new home, Dixie adapted — because she had already decided long ago that wherever we went, she belonged.
She was there when my daughter started kindergarten. She was there at my wedding. She was there when we said goodbye to people we loved. Through it all, Dixie was a constant — a patient, loving presence who never asked for more than what we could give.
Dixie isn’t just a cat — she’s a friend, a confidant, and a reminder that even the most fragile creatures have the power to mend hearts.
And really, who wouldn’t want a cat who winks at you every day?
Credit goes to Respective Owner

19/07/2025

The Garbage Truck Crew Noticed Something Was Wrong with My Kids — What They Did Next Shocked Me
Every Monday morning, like clockwork, my twins Jesse and Lila waited outside for the garbage truck. Jesse wore his dinosaur pajamas, and Lila wore her sparkly tutu — both barefoot and full of excitement. And every Monday, Rashad and Theo, the garbage truck crew, arrived like superheroes.
At first, it was just small things — a honk, a high five. Then the twins got to pull the garbage lever once, and from that day on, Monday mornings became a special time for all of us.
But one Monday, everything changed.
I had been feeling weak and dizzy all weekend, but I thought it was just tiredness. I was handling work, bills, and the twins alone because their dad was away on a job. That morning, after putting the trash out, I must have fainted without anyone knowing.
Jesse and Lila went outside as usual, but I never followed them.
When Rashad and Theo saw the twins standing alone, crying and barefoot, they immediately knew something was wrong. One stayed with the kids, while the other ran to my door and knocked. When no one answered, he forced the door open.
They found me unconscious on the kitchen floor.
They called 911, got help on the way, and even found my phone to call my husband. They wrapped Lila in a safety vest and kept Jesse busy riding in the truck to keep him calm.
I woke up in the hospital hours later. The first thing I asked was, “Where are my babies?”
The nurse smiled and said, “They’re with their heroes.”
That day, Rashad and Theo weren’t just garbage men — they were lifesavers.
Credits goes to the respective Owner

19/07/2025

A baby elephant who was separated from his mother and herd in Tamil Nadu, India, has been reunited with them by park officials. The baby, who is approximately 5 months old became separated and was in distress, looking for his mother. Forest officials located the herd using drones about 2.5 miles away, and bathed the baby, put mud on him to reduce human smell, and transported him on a truck to the herd. Mothers and herds usually do not move when a calf goes missing. Still, sometimes in areas of animal-human conflict, the matriarch has to choose between the safety of the herd over the individual. Several days later they came across the mother and calf having a quiet nap.
Credits goes to the respective Owner

19/07/2025

Cher once found herself alone in the back of a limousine, tears streaming so fiercely that her eyelashes fell away. Just moments before, she had stood before 20,000 roaring fans, the thunderous applause still echoing in her ears—but inside, she felt utterly empty. Sonny had walked out of her life. The IRS was closing in. Her bank account held a mere $28. To the world, she was a dazzling goddess draped in sequins. But beneath that glittering surface, Cher was worn down, broke, and heartbroken. Yet, she kept singing.
For years, she had been under someone else’s control—Sonny, record labels, movie studios—all demanding she stay quiet and play the part they scripted, with her mouth shut and her skirts short. But Cher never played it safe. She absorbed the insults, shrugged off the cruel headlines, and defied the naysayers who doubted her ability to bounce back. And bounce back she did, time and time again.
When her daughter Chastity revealed she was transgender, Cher openly admitted it wasn’t easy at first. But she didn’t just accept it—she became one of the most outspoken champions for transgender rights in the entertainment world. That’s the essence of Cher: fierce, imperfect, and always authentic. She never aimed to be a flawless role model; she simply wanted to be real.
Being real meant standing tall on stage at 74, wearing a beaded thong, daring anyone to laugh—and then stealing the spotlight anyway. Cher’s story is one of resilience, courage, and unapologetic truth, a reminder that true strength shines brightest when we embrace who we really are.
Credits goes to the respective author

19/07/2025

"Today I cried at work. Not because I hate my job, or that it is just too hard (it really is). Today I cried for a child, a child who so innocently talked about food, and the lack of it.
He asked when the lady who puts food in his backpack was coming. It caught me off guard, because it is our guidance counselor and I wasn’t sure what he needed. I told him I wasn’t sure about this week since it is a short week. He told me he was out of it at home and needed more. Of course I asked what was in the bag that he liked so much. I asked if it was the macaroni bowls or the crackers, he said no. I asked if it was the spaghetti o’s, he laughed and told me no that they didn’t have those. Then it happened... he looked at me and said, 'those little o’s (as he made a small circle with his hand), we don’t have those at my house, but when I do have them they give me a warm belly and help me sleep.' I lost it, I cried in front of 20 little people. No kid should ever be hungry, ever.
Well here is where it gets even better, I immediately sent a text to my group, these are the people who are teachers. Remember, hearing people say that we spend all of our money in our classrooms? We spend it to make sure our kids have what they need to succeed, and today we bought food. Yep, we put our money together and made sure this sweet baby had some spaghetti o’s!
I did not write this for anyone to get praise, nobody did it for the praise. I want people to know teachers are humans, we love your kids and want the very best for them. Some days we get frustrated and feel overwhelmed, but today we did what was best for a child. Will it show on a test score? Nope! Do we care? Nope!
Today I’m thankful for all of my people at school, big and little. It takes a village, it really does. It’s a crazy rollercoaster of emotions being a teacher, but today it was worth every tear that fell to see him light up when that bag was put into his backpack! Teachers, keep your heads up YOU ARE making a difference! We are all exhausted, but we push forward each and every day."
We are now starting a food pantry for our students. Students will be able to get food whenever needed! If you would like to help, we are accepting food donations as well as hygiene products! 164 Jacksboro Elementary School Road, Jacksboro, TN 37757. You can put attention FOOD PANTRY
Credit: Brooke Goins ( respect )

19/07/2025

"I'm at Kelley square pizza waiting for my pizza to cook, and this little crippled old guy comes in. He's leaning on this makeshift cane and wearing two coats. His hands are trembling and he's wondering who is managing. The man behind the counter replies, and without hesitation tell the other kid to stop cleaning ( they close at 130) The elderly man asks if there's anything that would be thrown out he could buy cheap. The manager then tells the kid to make this man whatever he wants. I just want everyone to know that during these tough and crazy times when others in the world are out to hurt and kill, there's still a lot of good. There's a lot of great. Start with yourselves. Open a door, pay for a coffee, pass on some food, donate to something, thank a vet, and hang out with the elderly. Anything."
Credit: Mike Alexander

18/07/2025

Oh, my...I got goosebumps reading this... ❤️
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road but, even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she looked worried.
No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm?
By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.' Well, all she had was a flat tire but, for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need and, God knows, there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed and, Bryan added, 'And think of me.' He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road, the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to get a bite to eat and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.
The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that, even being on her feet for the whole day, couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.
The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something was written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?
With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
There is an old saying... 'What goes around comes around.' Today I send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine. God works in mysterious ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.
Don't delete this. Don't return it...
Simply, pass this on to friends, I just did..
Credits goes to the respective author

18/07/2025

I was fueling my boat this morning in Deweyville when I was approached by this man.
He asked if he could get back into his home yet and I had to tell him no. He is broken hearted and said that this was the second time that he had lost everything.
He also said that the only thing that he had left to lose was his daughters. He is living in his truck but he didn't ask for a handout and asked for work instead.
He is a welder by trade and has his own truck and machines. He can weld on aluminum or steel.
I don't know anything about his work but I have respect for him for wanting to go to work. If anybody has enough welding to help him let me know and I'll put y'all together.
A fellow officer took this picture of me praying with him at the gas station without me knowing and sent it to me.
I ask you to do what I've already done for him and all the other folks in the area.
Pray for him and the others just like him.
He says he was raised in the church but his faith is sure getting weak.
I can't imagine what these folks are going through.
Credit goes to : James Barge

18/07/2025

"A couple of weeks ago a child therapist that I know looked at my kids and said,
'You're such a good mum.'
Feeling like a total fraud I blurted, 'I don't feel like a good mum. The kids are driving me so crazy, I'm losing my temper and falling asleep at night wondering where I'm going to get the patience for another day.'
To which she responded with a statement that I haven't been able to forget,
'Babies cry, it's how they communicate. Toddlers scream, children whinge and teenagers complain.'
She continued, 'Then mums say the words for *** sake under their breath before responding. It's how we communicate. But guess what Con? It's better then silence. A house full of screaming kids and fighting teenagers and a parent who's being thrown every question and request is a healthy one to me. It's the silent children, the scared toddlers, the teenagers that don't come home and the parents who aren't in communication with their children that I worry about. And kids don't drive you crazy, you were crazy already. That's why you had them.'
And just like that, I felt like a good parent again.
Deep breaths, you're doing a good job."
~ Constance Hall

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