Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. As a kid, I couldn’t wait to see if I got those “must have” gifts. But nothing compares to Christmas as a parent. I’ve been up for hours waiting for my kids to wake up this morning. I can’t wait! Merry Christmas everyone!! 🎅🏻🎄🎁
Folarin Balogun will be AVAILABLE for USMNT's round of 16 match against Belgium with his one-game red-card ban suspended, per The Athletic
HUGE for USA 🔥
PSA youth sports parents: the HS coaching staff could not care less about your kid’s youth sports career. It all resets. They know what they are looking for and what they need in their program. So just relax. Make sure your kids have fun and give max effort
In all seriousness, Jose Ramirez won't just go down in history as a top 10 all time third baseman & Hall of Famer, he'll go down as a guy that signed 2 contract extensions to stay in Cleveland and Cleveland baseball fan's all time favorite player
God bless Jose
Your best player isn’t the one who scores the most points.
Your best player is the one who:
- Shows up early.
- Pushes everyone to work harder.
- Leads when things go wrong.
Because talent wins games, but leadership builds legacies.
As a coach, nothing beats celebrating with your guys after THEY go out and EARN a victory.
And seeing a coach step in to protect his guy! That’s special.
#GoBucks 🌰✏️
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
PD Day📖🧠
I had the opportunity to co-present about Tier 1 Instruction and Curriculum to support identified students.
Thankful for these opportunities to share strategies and grow my own skills.