THISSS is what separates Wanda from other VILLAINS.
Was what she did morally correct. NO. But this breaks my freaking heart. I see a hurt and broken woman yearning for love and family. *SOOOOOBBSSSSSS*
THISSS is what separates Wanda from other VILLAINS.
Was what she did morally correct. NO. But this breaks my freaking heart. I see a hurt and broken woman yearning for love and family. *SOOOOOBBSSSSSS*
My mom just said, “People are usually pretty nice and will switch seats,” and I realized I may have to teach her a very expensive lesson about airplane passengers.
We’re booking our flights, and she refuses to pay the extra $60 to pick our seats. I said, “Mom, what if they separate us?” She shrugged. “Just ask someone to switch. People are usually nice.”
I tried to explain that “nice” and “willing to give up the seat they specifically paid for” are two completely different things.
Imagine boarding the plane and discovering we’re in completely different rows. I’m sitting in 14A. She’s in 32F. I walk up to someone and say, “Excuse me, would you mind switching with my mom?” And they look at me like I just asked them to donate a kidney.
So I need to know: should I tell my mom now that “people are nice” is not an airline seating strategy, or let reality teach her?
My mom just said, “People are usually pretty nice and will switch seats,” and I realized I may have to teach her a very expensive lesson about airplane passengers.
We’re booking our flights, and she refuses to pay the extra $60 to pick our seats. I said, “Mom, what if they separate us?” She shrugged. “Just ask someone to switch. People are usually nice.”
I tried to explain that “nice” and “willing to give up the seat they specifically paid for” are two completely different things.
She was not convinced. “If you sit next to me, they can sit somewhere else. It’s not a big deal.”
Then she said the sentence that made me realize she has absolutely no fear: “If they say no, we’ll figure it out.”
Ma’am. FIGURE WHAT OUT? 😭 We are not discussing who gets the last chair at a family barbecue. You’re potentially asking a stranger who paid extra for an aisle seat to move to a middle seat because we decided $60 was too expensive.
Now I’m tempted to let her learn the hard way.
ok so she taped a pot lid straight to her back and her guy went for the smack like usual and that yell was so loud 😂
would you actually pull this on yours or nah?
and honestly, that stayed with me.
sometimes helping someone doesn’t mean fixing their whole life.
sometimes it just means showing up often enough that they don’t feel like they’re carrying it alone.
my neighbor and I became friends after living next door to each other for almost two years.
we’d have coffee in the driveway.
talk about work.
complain about our husbands.
sometimes she’d knock on my door just because she felt like talking.
then she had her baby.
and suddenly, everything changed.
no more coffee.
no random texts.
no “come over.”
I figured she just needed space.
but one morning, I noticed her curtains hadn’t been opened in almost three days.
I knocked.
sometimes I help with the baby while she showers or takes a nap.
sometimes we just sit together and drink coffee.
and on the days when the weather is nice, I take her and the baby for a walk around the neighborhood.
nothing dramatic.
just an hour outside.
a stroller.
two coffees.
and someone to talk to.
she told me last week,
“I forgot what it felt like to have a normal day.”
There is a man on my mail route, Mr. Lawrence. He’s an 84 year old veteran who is widowed.
When started this route he introduced himself to me and said, “if the mail starts building up, please call someone. You’re the only person who checks in everyday”
Recently, the mail started building up. I worried. So I called. Police came and found a way into his house. They found a note on the table that said, “Please tell the mail lady that I’m at the hospital.”
I’m both honored and heartbroken.
I just wanted to thank everyone for your kind words and well wishes for Mr. Lawrence.
I had no idea this post would get such a large audience and reaction.
I’m grateful to know that we are all in this together.
“In the end, we’re all just walking each other home” 💖
~hugs to all of you
There is a man on my mail route, Mr. Lawrence. He’s an 84 year old veteran who is widowed.
When started this route he introduced himself to me and said, “if the mail starts building up, please call someone. You’re the only person who checks in everyday”
Recently, the mail started building up. I worried. So I called. Police came and found a way into his house. They found a note on the table that said, “Please tell the mail lady that I’m at the hospital.”
I’m both honored and heartbroken.
I saw him this week. He told me he had a mini stroke but he knew I’d be worried.
I’m bringing him a meal tomorrow.
Please check on your elderly neighbors. They need you.