@JUICE_1456 Take it they don't know the new rules, treated on pitch off for one minute, not go in direction ref sent you wait a second and hope he doesn't notice you rejoin!!
Good morning everyone, I've got a big favour to ask. I’ve been contacted by a mum of an autistic girl asking for help. As a family they are having a pretty tough week. Their dog has sadly had major eye surgery resulting in the loss of them both. On top of this she has lost her little bear who is her best friend and comfort. Mum has tried everything to find a replacement bear, but can’t find this particularly one ‘Abbie’ anywhere. You can buy other bears of this type online. Could I please kindly ask if anyone knows where mum can find another bear, The bears name is Abbie and is a Snuggle Friends Hunter price bear, can I kindly ask that you retweet so that we can hopefully find a new bear for this little girl.
@1pcornwell@PrimeVideo@AmazonMGMStudio I don't often watch more than 1 episode at a time, but am 2 episodes in now. If my meds hadn't kicked in, I would still be watching. Fantastic so far xx
Things my mental illness sometimes stops me doing..
• picking up the phone
• leaving the house
• eating healthy
• exercising
• laughing
• doing my hair or makeup
• getting dressed
Sometimes being able to do one of these things is a victory.
Retweet if you understand
Just a friendly reminder that there are an entire generation of people that feel and will continue to feel that the '80s were 20 years ago. Correcting them with logic and/or math is unnecessarily mean and unkind.
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1) "When 79-year-old George retired, he didn’t buy a golf club or a hammock. He hung a handmade sign in his garage window: “Broken things? Bring ’em here. No charge. Just tea and talk.”
His neighbors in the faded mill town of Maple Grove thought he’d lost it. “Who fixes stuff for free?” grumbled the barber. But George had a reason. His wife, Ruth, had spent decades repairing torn coats and cracked picture frames for anyone who knocked. “Waste is a habit,” she’d say. “Kindness is the cure.” She’d died the year before, and George’s hands itched to mend what she’d left behind.
The first visitor was 8-year-old Mia, dragging a plastic toy truck with a missing wheel. “Dad says we can’t afford a new one,” she mumbled. George rummaged through his toolbox, humming. An hour later, the truck rolled again—this time with a bottle cap for a wheel and a stripe of silver duct tape. “Now it’s custom ,” he winked. Mia left smiling, but her mother lingered. “Can you… fix a résumé?” she asked. “I’ve been stuck on the couch since the factory closed.”
By noon, George’s garage buzzed. A widow brought a shattered clock (“My husband wound it every Sunday”). A teen carried a leaky backpack. George fixed them all, but he didn’t work alone. Retired teachers proofread résumés. A former seamstress stitched torn backpacks. Even Mia returned, handing him a jar of jam: “Mom says thanks for the job interview.”
Then came the complaint.
“Unlicensed business,” snapped the city inspector. “You’re violating zoning laws.”
Maple Grove’s mayor, a man with a spreadsheet heart, demanded George shut down. The next morning, 40 townsfolk stood on George’s lawn, holding broken toasters, torn quilts, and protest signs: “Fix the law, not just stuff!” A local reporter filmed a segment: “Is kindness illegal?”
The mayor caved. Sort of.
“If you want to ‘fix’ things, do it downtown,” he said. “Rent the old firehouse. But no guarantees.”
The firehouse became a hive. Volunteers gutted it, painted it sunshine yellow, and dubbed it “Ruth’s Hub.” Plumbers taught plumbing. Teenagers learned to darn socks. A baker swapped muffins for repaired microwaves. The town’s waste dropped by 30%.
But the real magic? Conversations. A lonely widow fixed a lamp while a single dad patched a bike tire. They talked about Ruth. About loss. About hope.
Last week, George found a note in his mailbox. It was from Mia, now 16, interning at a robotics lab. “You taught me to see value in broken things. I’m building a solar-powered prosthetic arm. PS: The truck still runs!”
Today, 12 towns across the state have “Fix-It Hubs.” None charge money. All serve tea.
Funny, isn’t it? How a man with a screwdriver can rebuild a world."
Let this story reach more hearts...
Credit: SYJ