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Cindy @CBridges4

8 days ago

@greg_price11 Elaborate on the implications please

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Mitch Goldich 🐙 @mitchgoldich

4 months ago

The biggest game of the first round is on Friday, when Long Island battles Arizona for iced tea supremacy

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5 months ago

#AllAmericanHalftime #allamericanhalftimeshow

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7 months ago

@Brett_McMurphy Breaking news: Football games have 4 quarters.

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7 months ago

@Brett_McMurphy Roll Tide!

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8 months ago

Two kids knocked on my door offering to rake my entire yard for $10 total—and what I did next changed how they'll see hard work forever. It was a Saturday afternoon when I heard the doorbell. Two boys, probably around 11 or 12, stood on my porch holding rakes that looked almost too big for them. The taller one cleared his throat nervously: "Excuse me, sir. Would you like us to rake your yard? We'll do the whole thing for ten dollars." I looked past them at my lawn. Leaves everywhere. It was going to be at least two hours of work, maybe three. "Ten dollars each?" I asked. They glanced at each other. The shorter one shook his head. "No sir. Ten dollars total. We'll split it." Five dollars each. For hours of hard labor. I could have said yes. I could have gotten my entire yard raked for pocket change and called it a teaching moment about negotiation. But something about the way they stood there—hopeful, polite, willing to work—reminded me of myself at that age. Hustling. Trying. Just wanting a chance. "Alright," I said. "You've got a deal. Get started." For the next two and a half hours, I watched those kids work. They didn't cut corners. They didn't complain. They raked every section, bagged the leaves, and even swept off my driveway without being asked. When they finally knocked to let me know they were done, they were sweating, exhausted, and smiling. I walked out with my wallet. "You boys did incredible work," I said, handing them four twenty-dollar bills. "Here's your payment." The taller one's eyes went wide. "Sir, we said ten—" "I know what you said. But I also know what two hours of quality work is worth. You earned every dollar of this." They stared at the money like they couldn't believe it was real. Then the shorter one looked up at me and said quietly, "Thank you. Really. Thank you." As they walked away, I heard them talking excitedly about what they'd spend it on. And I realized something: we talk a lot about teaching kids the value of hard work, but we don't always show them that hard work actually gets valued. Those boys didn't ask for a handout. They offered a service. They showed up. They delivered. And in a world that sometimes feels like it punishes effort and rewards shortcuts, I wanted them to walk away knowing that good work doesn't go unnoticed. If you work hard, if you show up with integrity, if you give your best even when nobody's watching—good people will see it. And they'll bless you for it. That's not just a lesson for kids. That's a lesson for all of us.