Opossums live short, difficult lives, yet they spend their nights doing work many people never see.
Most only live about one to two years in the wild. They move through backyards, forests, roadsides, and neighborhoods after dark, searching for food while avoiding cars, dogs, predators, and harsh weather. Their lives are brief, but their role in nature is meaningful.
Opossums help clean the world around you. They eat pests, insects, carrion, and sometimes even venomous snakes. They also help reduce ticks, which can carry disease. In their quiet way, they support the balance of the places they pass through.
Still, many people fear them because of how they look or because they appear at night. But opossums are usually shy, gentle animals. When scared, they often freeze, hiss, drool, or play dead because they want to survive, not attack.
Kindness can be simple. Give them space. Do not harm them. Slow down when you see one near the road. Let them keep doing the work nature gave them.
Opossums may not live long, but they leave the world cleaner than they found it.
On Memorial Day, we pay tribute to the brave men and women in uniform who gave their lives for this country that we love. It is a debt we can never fully repay, but we must never stop trying. I’ll always be grateful to our fallen heroes and their families, whose sacrifice reminds us of what it means to live for something greater than ourselves.
I was in line at the bookstore & the guy behind me was talking shit about every woman in line "her boobs are out..." "those leggings are tight" "she's looking like a hooker" so I whispered "the guy behind us is looking at people's boobs" and my aunt faces the guy & says "this guy is looking at women's boobs??"…every woman in line looked at him with disgust, he got embarrassed and left... BRING BACK PUBLIC SHAMING!
Mi tía fue la oveja negra de la familia.
Eso decían todos.
Que era inestable.
Que cambiaba mucho de trabajo.
Que nunca sentó cabeza.
Que siempre andaba “buscándose”.
Yo crecí escuchando eso.
Así que aprendí a mirarla desde arriba.
Con lástima.
Con juicio.
Con distancia.
Cuando murió, fui al velorio por compromiso.
Vi mucha gente que no conocía.
Demasiada.
Una señora se me acercó y me dijo:
—Tu tía me dio trabajo cuando nadie me contrataba.
Otra me dijo:
—Pagó parte de los estudios de mi hijo.
Un hombre dijo:
—A mí me recibió en su casa tres meses.
Yo me quedé quieto.
Porque en mi familia la contaban como un fracaso.
Y afuera había un montón de personas hablándome de su generosidad como si hubiera sido gigante.
Después entendí algo brutal:
A veces la familia solo recuerda de ti lo que no encaja con sus expectativas.
Y el mundo, en cambio, sí alcanza a ver todo lo que hiciste con lo que te dolía.
🚨MAJOR BREAKING: Epstein survivors just announced they will release their own list of names.
“We know who abused us. We saw who came and went. This list will be survivor-led-for survivors.”
Let’s make this go viral ☝️