Manniskor (2025)

05/04/2025

This is my youngest daughter - she’s 14. This is her second year working a summer job. She decided where she wanted to work and walked in a resume. They didn’t call. So she called them, twice. Then went in to see if they had looked at the resumes yet. They hadn’t. They asked her if she had time now to do an interview. She said “yes”.
She got the job.
She works whatever shift they want. She posted a sign on the employee bulletin board telling co-workers if they want a day off she’s happy to help.
She cleans dishes and toilets. Takes out garbage and mops the floor. Waits on customers and manages money. She makes fancy coffees and smoothies.
It’s not glamorous- but she’s saving 70% of what she makes to become a doctor. The other 30% is going towards a computer and time with her friends.
She’s leaning in. She’s putting the work in. She impresses me"
Credit: Wendy Shane

27/01/2025

This husky, named Dakota, was no ordinary passenger. This flight marked a special moment in his life: he was accompanying his human on a great adventure, a move to a new city where a new life awaited them. But for Dakota, the flight was also an ordeal. Sitting calmly beside his human, he observed everything around him with a mixture of curiosity and serenity typical of dogs who seem to understand much more than we imagine.
It's not every day you see a husky traveling by plane, especially one as comfortable as a passenger. But Dakota had a good reason for being there. His presence was essential to his human, who couldn't imagine this trip without his faithful companion. And for Dakota, staying close to her best friend was a top priority, no matter where life took them.
During the flight, Dakota captivated the other passengers. Some discreetly snapped photos, others couldn't resist giving her a smile or a look of affection. Even the crew seemed delighted to have such a guest on board. Dakota, with his red bandana and serious air, gave the impression of a seasoned traveler, ready to face whatever the day had in store.
When the plane finally landed, Dakota straightened up, ready for the next leg of their journey. For him, this wasn't just a flight - it was a new chapter, a new home, and above all, a new adventure to live with his human. Because no matter where they went, as long as they were together, Dakota knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

Credit - Original Owner ( Respect 🫡)

27/01/2025

So yesterday I hauled 103 calves from Grovedale to Beaverlodge and I just want to let some of you know when you see a truck like this we are packing a live load that moves we can not just f**k off from a light or stop suddenly with out hurting the cattle on board and when they come off the truck hurt or covered in s**t I’m the one that takes the heat. I couldn’t believe how impatient so many drivers are while I was making a left hand turns at the lights I had entered the intersection with a green arrow but half way through my turn it went to green people honking and flipping me the bird.
Most of the time I’m packing someone’s whole income for the year for example yesterday those calves sold for 2600 a piece do the math on what that load is worth and yes I’ll take my time making turns and lifting off from lights.
Have a great day everyone..

Credit Billy Loewen

27/01/2025

One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
With my friends.
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
Be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school..
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled....
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began...
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends....
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can:
1) Pass this on to your friends or
2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart.
As you can see, I took choice number 1.
'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'
There is no beginning or end..Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is a mystery.
Today is a gift.
I hope you all have a blessed day and lots of gifts ahead of you a great great truth

27/01/2025

I woke up to a stray cat in my bed this morning after my front door blew open during a wind storm last night
So I’ve posted already about this guy I named Sam who’s a very lovely stray that comes and visits me for a couple hours every evening and then leaves. Usually he sits outside the side door and waits until I open it. Then he sits on the couch with me or eats his food in the kitchen, takes a little nap and then leaves.
However last night there was a bad rain storm. I was out grabbing something from my truck and suddenly I heard a cry/meow from down the street. So I called out Sam’s name and he came running down the street towards me absolutely soaking wet and looked miserable. He followed me inside the house and let me towel him off and clean his muddy fur. I gave him some food, he took a nap and left after a couple hours. I went to bed about 4 hours later.
I woke up for work at 5am and sat up realizing there was a ball of floof in my bed. I was still half asleep and thoroughly confused for a few seconds. I pet the floof which meowed back so I turned on a light and realized it was Sam in my bed 😂😭 He was just laying there sleeping until I said his name and then he snuggled up next to me and started making biscuits. I was walking around the house trying to figure out how he got in and then discovered my front door was open halfway after being blown open from the windstorm.
Eventually I had to get ready for work so I sat down on the couch and he sat down next to me and held my leg 😭❤️
Credit ~ Respected Owner

27/01/2025

"I carry him.
I know it looks silly; his toes dangle past my knees. He’s getting tall and heavy, too. It sometimes hurts my back to lift his frame, but, I carry him.
It starts in the morning when waking up is hard. I should make him walk down the stairs, as it’s still something he is working on in physical therapy.
But with his sleepy eyes and tired heart, he doesn’t want to start off his day with a task.
So, I carry him.
He works hard to get off the school bus. One hand on the rail and down three large steps with care. He takes my hand and can’t wait to go inside to play. But, I make him go to the bathroom first. He doesn’t want to pause. I kneel down, give him a hug, and a reassuring word.
Then, I carry him.
At the end of the day, when we’ve worked on manners at the table and holding his utensils with the correct grasp, sometimes he is so done. And there is still the bathing, teeth brushing, and getting dressed to do. From the table and up the stairs we go.
Sometimes, I carry him.
The world moves fast and demands so much from all of us. I imagine with my son’s age and disability, it is often more exhausting. He’s directed and redirected, pushed and pulled throughout the day. There are times when he’s had enough. That’s when I carry his awkwardly long body against my own short one. Because sometimes, we all need someone to carry us to get us through the next hard thing, to love us through our good, bad, and weak moments.
When he’s reached his limit, I’m close to my own. But when I carry him, he somehow carries me, too."

Credit: Jillian Benfield

27/01/2025

You get annoyed with them… you were suppose to be at your appointment 20 minutes ago and now you’re stuck behind them.

You complain about them… because you can do a better job, sitting in your warm house.. typing on a keyboard.

You don’t always appreciate them… because they knew they would have long days and even longer nights when they took the job.

You don’t always know them… but some of you call them names as you tailgate them and speed pass them.

But…

I know him. He’s a husband, he’s a dad, he’s a Grampie. He’s a brother, a son and a friend.

I know when I come up on one of these trucks… they are trying to clear the road for you- just as fast and as safely as they can.

I appreciate them, because I’ve seen what they give up. The Christmas meal with their families, because Mother Nature doesn’t really care about their Christmas ham. Watching their favorite show by the pellet stove at night… I’ve seen them go to bed early on a Saturday afternoon, because at 2 am on Sunday… they will be called out to work until the snow stops and the roads are cleared.

I can hear them working, all day and all night, while I’m tucked in my bed. I know they are out there in every single winter storm warning and every wind advisory. They don’t get snow days.

You don’t always appreciate them, but I do… because I couldn’t do a better job.. and because I wouldn’t want to do their job.

So next time you fly past them and tailgate them.. know this, there is someone at home, praying for their safety and for yours. There is someone at home waiting for them to come through the door. There is someone at home who loves that plow truck driver.

Credits Goes to the respective Author ~✍️

27/01/2025

My husband had been wanting a dog for quite some time, and eventually, I agreed—but with one condition: we would adopt from a shelter rather than go to a breeder. With so many dogs waiting for homes, I believed we should give one of them a chance at a better life. So, one weekend, we drove to the local shelter, just to look, or so I insisted. I also made it clear that I preferred an older dog over a puppy.

When we arrived, there weren’t many dogs to choose from—just about eight—but one in particular caught my eye. At the far end of his cage, a small lab was pressed against the wall, his eyes filled with fear and sadness. He was the most frightened little dog I had ever seen, and the moment he looked at me, something in my heart shifted.

I stood by his cage, determined not to let him out of my sight, while my husband fetched a shelter worker. When they brought him into the meeting room, he stood frozen, trembling from head to paw. He was so small, just 20 pounds, and so unsure of the world. He gave each of us a timid lick, but it was clear he had been through a lot.

The shelter staff couldn’t tell us much about him, except that he had come from a horrible shelter and had a rough start. Looking at him, I knew he needed a chance to feel safe and loved. We decided to adopt him that day, but it quickly became clear that something was wrong—he wasn’t well. The diagnosis was pneumonia, and he had to stay at the shelter for treatment.

It was heartbreaking to leave him there, but we visited him three or four times a week, making the 40-minute drive so he wouldn’t feel abandoned again. We spent hours sitting with him, letting him climb into my lap—a place he seemed to feel most secure—and promising him he’d come home soon.

After a month of treatment, the day finally came. We brought him home, and it felt like a new chapter for all of us. Watching him play with his first toy was bittersweet; he was already 8 months old and had never had one before. Now, three and a half years later, he has over 25 toys and knows all their names.

He’s grown so much, both physically and emotionally—he’s a healthy, happy 70-pound dog who has overcome countless fears with a little work each day. He’s incredibly smart, with a big vocabulary and an impressive list of tricks. And yes, he still insists on sitting in my lap, just like he did during those visits at the shelter.

He adores my husband and waits by the door every evening to greet him. He has brought so much love, joy, and warmth to our lives. Our house truly became a home the day he became part of our family.

23/01/2025

The old homestead on John Littles Creek the holler where my Mom Dad and my 10 brothers and sisters lived. We had 3 huge gardens Mom and my sisters would can everything and pick blackberries to can. We had a celler where we put potatoes and sweet potatoes with onions hanging from the rafters. We stored our canned food in that cellar and had food to do us all winter. My Dad was a schoolteacher, that was when men and women only had to get 2 year college degrees. We went to school at Happy Hollow School, on the holler we walked every day back and forth. Us girls and Mommy would quilt in the winter time. We heated in coal and wood stoves. stove and the house stayed warm all the time. The kitchen was huge with A Black and white stove that Mom cooked on. I was Mom's kitchen helper from aged 8, at nine years of age I could make fudge, make dumplings, corn bread, cook soopbeans and fry potatoes. I learned to cook also from my Grandma's. Mom had a lot of chickens in a pen under the overhang of the cliffs. When Mom clipped their wings I would would go in the pen and catch the chickens. My older brother and sister were in High School they walked out of the holler each morning to catch the bus and walk back home of a evening. We had pigs Dad would fatten them and butcher so we would have meat. We had one ole pig that would not stay in the pen. Everyday when us older kids and younger kids would walk home from school it would get out and chase us kids. Mom said no more Daddy you got to kill that hog. So we ate him..our life was simple we only had a small radio to listen to of a evening we would all sit on the floor and listen to the Grand Ole Opry. Later on when us kids got a little older Dad worked out a TV.we were the first ones to get TV on thr holler. It was small but played really good Dad also worked out the TV antenna to put on the hill. We had lots of company on the weekend. When President Kennedy was shot we had a house full of people.All the folks there cried. Mom popped a dishpan full of Popcorn and made pitchers of Kool aid. It was wonderful living on the holler. I cried when we moved off the holler when I was in the eighth grade. Now all the houses are gone. I still miss it those simple times and hard work got us through.

Post karen Kudla Tanner

23/01/2025

I see many posts complaining about rude campers cutting through sites, dogs barking, screaming children and loud heaters. They usually include the comment, ‘Whatever happened to camping etiquette?’ The other side of this is ‘Whatever hapoened to kindness?’ I was at a campsite, and the individual opposite me reversed at least 6-10 feet into my space, nearly overlapping my picnic table. The rain was pouring, and they had disconnected their vehicle. I took my dog out and he apologized and said he would hook back up and move it when the rain stopped. I said absolutely not. He was there for two nights and I was there three weeks. I was visiting my dad in Nursing Care, he was visiting his Aunt in a hospital. Not a big deal. We joked that my picnic table had shade. At another CG a few months ago, a couple pulled in and he started working on his motorcycle, revving the engine for what seemed like an hour. Later I got to know the couple and the man said it was their last camping trip. He said he had stage four cancer and was visiting his kids and grandkids. I realized he was literally saying goodbye. I get tears as I type this. Do you know how happy I am I didn’t complain about his noise? As you camp, and as you post online comments, please take a moment to think if it’s more important to be ‘right’ or to be kind. Here’s a pic of the dude’s camper almost on top of my picnic table. The way the sites are arranged I shouldn’t have even been able to see his camper. But it didn’t matter and in the big scheme of things we are all fortunate we have enough money and are in good enough health to camp. Have a good weekend. ❤️

Credits: Becky Brawner ( respect 🫡)

23/01/2025

King Tutankhamun's coffin is made of pure gold, the degree of purity of our ancestors' gold was not achieved by science until the early 20th century.
A block of pure gold weighs about 110 kg. There's no block of gold on Earth as heavy as this...
This intricate interlacing and inlay with turquoise, agate and all the precious stones has no parallel on the planet...
None of these thousands of tiny pieces of precious stones fell despite being underground in a very hot desert for some 3,500 years...
This magnificence, fabulous precision and miraculous beauty has not been repeated in all human civilizations..
Now it's not possible to create something like this, no matter how modern the equipment they use.
This is the pinnacle of human miracle and the pinnacle of manual skill since the first man stepped on Earth.

23/01/2025

After seeing a picture of Bradley in the paper as Pet of the Week, I worried a lot about him due to the fact that he was eleven years old. Already having two dogs, I kept fingers crossed that he would get a good home. Two days later, I called the shelter and found out he was still there and had been there for two and a half months. His owner had to go to assisted living and the daughter brought him to the shelter. As soon as I saw him, I applied to adopt and took him home. We've had many dogs in our 54 years of marriage but never have we had a dog that shows his happiness to the extent Bradley does. This little dog is as near to perfect in every way as any dog I've heard of. He's in good health and dearly loves to play with toys and is an expert ball player. We hope to have many more years with him as he's such a joy to be around.
The first week we had him, he hardly slept at all because he was so busy entertaining us - my husband said he was auditioning.
Many people passed him up due to his age but, if they had any idea of the personality of this dog, I'm sure he would have been adopted long before. We really hate he was at the shelter for so long but we're so thankful he was made Pet of the Week so we could have this wonderful dog. He certainly qualifies for Pet of the Year in our eyes.
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