@MaggieMclaffer2@iqrafatma1278 No, it is not a kind gesture because this is not another part of the world. This is a part of the world where people rely on tips to pay their bills. How do people not know this?
@ChristinaR76658@iqrafatma1278 It is your job to pay the workers when you’re dining out because the workers are only making a few dollars per hour and they rely on those tips as part of their paycheck and that tip yes, was absolutely fine however 20 to 25% more if they’re a good server is standard
@WorkElizab Their house, their yard. NONE of your business and no one else needs to be consulted. You feel that you are entitled to something that you’re not move to an old folks home or community
@amberdolatowski@Avabelly__ It’s not a gesture they live off of Tips. They barely make anything per hour 20% minimum and more if they have good service if you can’t afford to tip, don’t go out to eat
I went to my neighbor's door at 7:45 PM ready to ruin her night.
I'm 72 years old. Retired. Widowed. All I wanted was quiet.
For four months, the crying from next door had been constant. On Tuesday it had been going for three straight hours. Not crying. Screaming.
I had my HOA speech ready. I was going to be the villain.
She opened the door before I could knock a second time.
I forgot every word I planned to say.
She was 24 years old, trembling, hair matted to her face, eyes swollen nearly shut. Her toddler was on the floor behind her, red-faced and gasping.
"I know," she said before I could speak. She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the floor. "I'm trying."
Her husband had been deployed two weeks ago. The baby had a double ear infection. That morning, her washing machine had flooded the hallway. The repair man wanted $250 just to look at it.
"I don't have $250," she whispered. "I don't have anyone."
I have never fixed a washing machine in my life. I sold life insurance for 40 years.
But I looked at that girl — because that's what she was, a girl, completely alone — and I heard myself say:
"I used to be a mechanic. Let me take a look."
I lay on her linoleum floor for an hour. I searched YouTube tutorials on my phone. I got soaked in gray water. I cut my knuckle on a rusty clamp.
I pulled a baby sock out of the drain pump.
When the water finally drained, I felt prouder than I did the day I retired.
I took the baby so she could shower. He screamed when she handed him over. I started humming the only lullaby I could remember — the one my father used to sing.
Ten minutes later, he was asleep on my shoulder, drooling on my best flannel.
I sat in that messy living room in the warm silence and realized something that knocked the air out of me:
I hadn't held another person in two years. Not since my wife died.
When she came out, hair dried, clean clothes, she looked like a different person. She put her hand over her mouth when she saw us.
"He never sleeps for strangers," she whispered.
"I'm not a stranger," I said. "I'm Frank. I live next door."
She told me I'd saved her life.
"It was just a clogged pump," I mumbled, and walked home.
I looked at the grease under my fingernails for a long time.
I didn't wash it off.
Tomorrow I'm going to mow her lawn. Her husband is fighting for our country. The least I can do is fight the weeds.
Check on your neighbors. We're all drowning in something they can't see through the walls.
Credit: James
Ai image is for demonstration purpose only.
If this country raised more young men just like this one instead of the trash we see on social media daily, America would be unstoppable.
God Bless him🙏🏻
This is a MUST watch.
@Barb_dolly_ Why are WE AS AMERICANS constantly made to feel bad for what’s going on in other countries and “expected “ to take fix their problems? How about we take care of “OUR VETERANS “ who’ve allowed us all these freedoms?
@DerrickEvans4WV Get a job it’s not my responsibility or any other taxpayers to pay for your son’s pops and chips when mine can’t have that because I work hard the food prices are going up but wages aren’t, but I make it work.
GET A JOB!!!!!