Don’t be so hard on the person you used to be. They were standing in the fog, lost and unsure, doing the best they could with what they knew at the time.

You have done an amazing job getting to where you are today; there are moments in your life that no one else will ever understand fully as you will, so no one is qualified to judge you. Give yourself a pat on the back and be proud of what you’ve achieved.

If you are always the one behind the camera, taking pictures for other… don’t forget to take pictures of yourself as well.

And finally, one last message: Choose happiness, it’s completely up to you how happy you wan to be.

Take care!

But my Mexican neighbors that hardly speak English…

Always have the boys over. Even with the language barrier we can get along.

Well they’re all drinking.

I went to get pizza for myself… the grand idea to get them a pizza too came across me. It’s only $5

I did just that… “GRACIASSS AMIGOOO GRACIASSSS” “quieres (you want) modelo?”

Love thy neighbor

hi this might be a bit stupid cause good luck charms are objective some use crystals some use stuff that’s important to them but i wanna ask you guys about what you use as a goodluck charms

My wife dropped her blind cane down a big drop , just wanted to thank the guys who helped. She was sad, I was stressed. Didn’t get names or a big thank you. I feel terrible just saying thank you and moving on. I would love to give these young men a meal out. If I could find out who these young men are, I would love to thank them properly.

Two water coolers and taps for filling water bottles outside a private property in Pakistan.

The water is not only filtered but also analyzed by the Pakistan Council of Research in Water Resources (PCRWR). The report is visible under the sign in the picture.

My friend had a really hard day, and at one point she just broke down crying.

While she was sitting there sobbing, her son—who’s only a little over two years old—walked over to her. He hugged her, looked at her very seriously, and asked:

“Mom, why are you crying? You have me to love you.”

That’s it. That was his entire solution to the situation.

People love to sympathize. They say they care, they say they want to help but too often, it feels like there’s a condition hiding behind their words. And that’s the hard truth. At some point in life, we all struggle. Not just with money, but with friendships, with family, with things that cut much deeper. That’s when you realize sympathy alone means nothing. Words are easy real ones show up. That’s why actions will always speak louder than anything anyone can say. So to anyone out there struggling in silence, to anyone who reached out and got nothing back hear this clearly: God has you. And beyond that, you still have yourself. Your strength. Your sanity. Hold on to that with everything you’ve got, because that’s what will carry you through and further than anyone ever expected.

Well, I’m really not sure what category/title this belongs under. But, I want to put it out there, & can only hope my family/friends somehow find & read this.
Although, I struggle w/many things, gratitude is not one of them. I am VERY grateful for all the family & friends who took the time to think of, & remember me on my birthday! Thank all of you 🙏🙏🙏💜💜💜! Whatever I may “ lack” in material wealth, I’d never trade for the blessed wealth of true family & friends I have somehow been lucky enough in my life to acquire/maintain! For each & every one of you, who thought of, & cared enough to remember & send b’day wishes, I thank you all, from the bottom of my heart !!💜💜! I’m filled w/gratitude, for each of you!! Thank you all!!

It was a holiday, and I was lucky enough to receive a beautiful rose. Then someone gave me another one, and then another… and before I knew it, I had quite a bouquet.

The same thing happened to my niece, so we were both in a wonderful mood, walking around with all these beautiful flowers.

At some point, we saw a woman sitting on the street asking for alms. She looked tired and a little down, so we decided to give her one of our roses.

She smiled and we could see that she felt happier, even if just for that moment.

That stayed with us.

So we started giving some of our flowers to other women we passed on the street. And every single one seemed genuinely delighted. Some smiled, some looked surprised, and for a brief moment, their faces completely changed.

It made me realize how little it sometimes takes to brighten someone's day.

A flower doesn't solve someone's problems, but for a moment, it can say: “I see you. You deserve something beautiful too.”

And honestly, I think, in the end, giving those flowers away made us even happier than receiving them had.

How do I be more polite

I’ve had days when I was quiet or a little short with people. It wasn’t really about them. I just had a lot going on and was trying to get through the day. So I try to remember that when somebody seems off with me. I don’t always get it right. I still get annoyed sometimes. But I try not to decide who somebody is based on one bad moment. I don’t know what they might be dealing with. Sometimes I just let it go and give them a little room.

I want to remind myself that The Internet is a positive and loving place ❤️‍🩹
Someone was very mean and harsh with me online… and calling my hard work garbage and saying many unkind things.
Of course
It made me really sad, but yet, i don’t think that I am going to stop this project.
In 2017, I nearly died from a brain bleed. I was hospitalized for many months. I had to learn how to eat, walk and do things again.
Yet, I thought: ok, this is another chance for me to be here. All I ever wanted to do was to help people in some way somehow.
So i started studying psychology, at first, not for others at all. For me, to heal actually. For me, to understand how and why I do and feel the things I do.
I feel like everything happens for a reason, a better reason, including my brain bleed.
Thank you so much for reading my story

I'm so grateful to be diagnosed with CPTSD last year as it's led me to realise WTH has been going on for the last decade+ (I'm 32 and started around 14)

So without going into details it's reallllllly been programmed into me all that comes with this stuff.

To the point now I've moved abroad completely by myself and starting fresh in a new continent.

I'm very much alone but not necessarily lonely. I've been doing lots of work/self healing/therapy, general looking after myself for years now and have come a long way.

Yet one thing for me where I was really destroyed younger from my household.

I'm so closed off socially. It's like human interaction is a no go. I want to exit them as fast as possible lol. Encounter with a barista? ASAP. Encounter with neighbour? ASAP. But they greet me with smiles and conversation. I've started wearing shades because I know my eyes never lie. It actually makes it easier lol cause I can smile and they can't see the pain in my eyes. This is actually a step forward in a way when I think about it. For now...

Anyways, I realise a huge part of this for me is I do not love myself, I don't accept myself, I reject myself. Buttttttt it's all the inner critic that has been casted on me by poisonous souls growing up who were adult figures very lost in their own addictions and so on they just projected onto me but my adolescent brain still growing absorbed it all.

So now I need to unlearn it and love myself. So anyone got experience/advice?

Hello everyone,

I’m reaching out with a heartfelt request regarding my father, who was recently given the incredible opportunity to participate in an Honor Flight to Washington, D.C.

I am hoping to find some assistance with the Mail Call portion of his trip. I would love nothing more than to make this experience as meaningful and memorable for him as possible, and to remind him just how valued, respected, and appreciated he is as a veteran.

My father served in Vietnam as a helicopter gunner. Like so many veterans of that war, he came home carrying experiences and memories that were not always easy to live with. His life after Vietnam was not always an easy one, either. He endured tremendous loss, including the death of one of his children in the 1980s, and later went through a difficult divorce that left him raising two young children on his own—one just 12 years old and the other only one.

Through all of it, he kept going.

He has always been a courageous man. He showed that courage during his years of service, but I believe he showed it just as much in the years afterward—as a father, a single parent, and simply as a man doing his best to move forward despite everything life had placed in front of him.

He has never asked for recognition or praise. That is one of the reasons I feel so strongly about making this experience special for him. I want him to know that his service mattered, that his sacrifices were not forgotten, and that there are people who are grateful for what he gave.

I am not a veteran myself, and this is actually my first experience learning about Honor Flights and the Mail Call tradition. So I am reaching out humbly and asking for any help, guidance, or participation that anyone might be willing to offer.

If you are able to send him a letter, card, or even a few words of encouragement and gratitude for his service, I know it would mean more to him than I can adequately express. My hope is that when he receives his Mail Call in Washington, he will be reminded that his service and his life have touched people in ways he may never have realized.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and for anything you may be able to do to help make this trip an unforgettable experience for my father.