Phyllis Davis

Ethics & Etiquette Expert in American Business for 40 years. Navigating Virtue: Ethics & Etiquette in the American Business Landscape. Released: September 2024.

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@RickyDoggin Beautifully written. These suggestions align with mine. I've been an Ethics & Etiquette Expert for 41 years. I especially liked you two points about the handshake: Always STAND when shaking hands, and offer a firm grip along with good eye contact. Excellent.

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@Manu_Sisti Send.
Thanks.

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@emraslnn Perry.
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Luther

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Sergiu Ciochina,

Moldavan

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@realAnn_29 I'm

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His reaction when he opened his eyes and saw everyone turned around for him

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They cant make music like this anymore. This is an absolute classic.

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@CrazyVibes_1 What a BEAUTIFUL POST. I cried.

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I’m 68 years old, a biker with more miles on my boots than most men dream of, and three years after losing my wife, I never thought life had any big surprises left for me. Then, by pure accident, I met Maya.

She was four months old, lying in the NICU, crying like the world had already given up on her. Born with Down syndrome, a serious heart defect, and addicted to methamphetamine from birth, she had been turned down by twelve families. Too many complications. Too much risk. Too expensive. They were preparing to send her to institutional care.

I had wandered onto the wrong floor while visiting a buddy when a nurse saw me standing there in my leather vest and said, “That baby’s been crying for hours. Nothing calms her. You want to try?”

I picked her up, held her against my chest, and started humming a low, rumbling note—the same way I used to calm my Harley on cold mornings. Maya stopped crying instantly. Her tiny hand wrapped around my finger, and something in my chest that had been frozen since my wife passed came roaring back to life.

I came back every single day for two weeks. When the social worker said they had no choice but to move her to a group home, I looked her in the eye and said, “No. I’ll take her.”

They laid out every reason I shouldn’t: my age, my lifestyle, the surgeries ahead, the years of therapy and special care. I listened to all of it, then told them the only thing that mattered: “She deserves to grow up with someone who chooses her.”

My motorcycle brothers showed up like a cavalry. These rough, tattooed men spent a whole weekend painting her nursery a soft sunny yellow and wrestling with a crib that took four of us three hours to assemble. They brought diapers, clothes, and enough casseroles to feed a platoon. For the first time in years, my house felt alive.

At five months old, Maya went in for open-heart surgery with only a seventy percent chance of making it through. I sat in that waiting room for six long hours, making every promise to God I could think of. When the doctor finally came out smiling, I cried like a kid.

Today, Maya is nine months old and she is the brightest light in my world.

She smiles the moment I walk into the room, lighting up like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. Her little laugh fills the house when I make silly faces or dance her around the living room to old rock ballads. She’s hitting her milestones with that stubborn fighter spirit I’ve come to love so much. The heart defect is behind us, and every day she grows stronger, happier, and more curious about the world.

I know I won’t be here for all of her life. I’m old, and the road I’ve traveled has been long. But I’ll be here for every single day I have left, and I’ve already made arrangements with my brothers and their families so Maya will never know a day without love and protection.

She was nobody’s baby once. Now she’s mine—completely, fiercely, and forever.

Every night I lay her down in her yellow nursery, kiss her forehead, and whisper the same thing: “You were chosen, little girl. You are wanted. You are loved beyond measure.”

And as she drifts off with my finger still in her tiny hand, I realize something beautiful: I didn’t just save Maya.

She saved me.

I’m the luckiest man who ever lived.

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I have invited all these talented women here to entertain Colle tonight for his 80th birthday. NOT, just kidding. As we say in Dallas, "Honey, I was born at night, just not last night."

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@Kinza1278 Great colors. I also like all the box images, your squares are perfect. Keep sewing! Have fun.

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@Eman_8282 Over cooked. Dry.

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@beyoncegarden What a joy filled performance. Such talent, grace and femininity. Magnificant. I am in awe. Thank you for the 10,000 hours of practice it must have taken to prepare you for this moment in time.

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oh this diva ate this so bad omfg😭🥹

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@otokyo Poor health. Body pain. Diabetes, Bowel problems, low-level employment options, money problems, depression, blame others (parents, friends), functionally illiterate, exhibitionist tendencies, loneliness, television and cellphone addiction, petty crimes, sloven.

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@cutiieepie6 You are a beautiful and accomplished woman.

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DEVELOPING: DOJ is investigating $2.6B in suspiciously timed oil trades made right before Trump's Iran decisions. The corruption is finally catching up to them.

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