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@according2_taz He was just serving veterans & their families lunch & cheering them on. He didn’t try to make himself anything. You must not care about our veterans if you want to undermine an amazing organization that helps vets because you hate one guy who served chicken at a vet event.
@jillceehi@according2_taz You obviously care. Jill, you are so hateful that you want a great organization to fail because you hate one guy for serving people lunch? You are awful.
@JalenRose There is something sick about needing to poison other people’s joy. Knicks fans know the championship is every year & we know the Knicks haven’t won one for 53 of them. I hope you don’t do this to your kids: “So what if you got straight As. Grades happen every year.” Be better.
@TriciaThom40938@toddstarnes No, because those were not there by LAW. Are his supporters incapable of understanding the concept of the rule of law or do they just not care? America is not a monarchy.
@seanu82766@barstoolsports It wasn’t a minute. He had changed into his championship shirt and put on his hat. She did her job. She got great sound bites. You’re just mad about something else.
@seanu82766@barstoolsports She gave him a moment and got a great answer: Jalen Brunson said, "I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm just like, I'm in awe, I don't know. Whenever someone counted us out, we found a way to come back and do something about it." He centered his team. Try listening.
"I'm just never afraid to fail."
Jalen Brunson talks about the pressure his father dealt with in the NBA, going from deal to deal and city to city, and how that compares to the pressure he faces:
@4equalityMoore@espn She did her job, asked the right question, and got this GREAT answer: Jalen Brunson: “I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm just like, I'm in awe, I don't know. Whenever someone counted us out, we found a way to come back and do something about it." That IS about the game. Listen.
What I looked like the last time the @NYKnicks won a championship.
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@HM_TheAdvocate@MrPitbull07 It sounds like she was waiting on a paycheck. People have trouble stretching paychecks sometimes. Until it came, she didn’t have lunch for her child. When she got paid, she tried to pay the lunch money back with interest to show gratitude.
I opened my daughter’s lunchbox and found $40 inside.
Along with a handwritten note:
“Thanks for feeding my kid this week.”
I had no idea what it meant.
My daughter Emma was 7 years old.
As far as I knew, I was only packing lunch for one child.
When she got home from school, I held up the envelope.
“Want to explain this?”
She shrugged.
“Oh, that’s from Becca’s mom.”
“Becca doesn’t have lunch money this week, so I’ve been sharing my sandwich.”
Just like that.
As if it were the most normal thing in the world.
The next morning, I packed extra food.
Two sandwiches.
Two juice boxes.
Extra snacks.
Emma smiled.
“Becca’s gonna be so happy.”
Later that day, the school called me.
My stomach dropped.
I assumed Emma was in trouble.
Instead, the principal sat me down and told me what had really been happening.
For an entire week, Emma had quietly split every lunch in half.
Half her sandwich.
Half her apple slices.
Half her cookies.
She even gave Becca her juice box and drank water instead.
No teacher told her to do it.
No adult asked her to.
She simply noticed another child sitting alone without food.
And decided to help.
The principal explained that Becca’s mother had fallen on hard times.
She had already applied for the school’s free lunch program, but the approval process was taking longer than expected.
Meanwhile, her daughter was going hungry.
That evening, there was a knock at my door.
A woman in scrubs stood on the porch.
Exhausted.
Nervous.
Holding an envelope.
“I’m Becca’s mom,” she said.
“I know $40 doesn’t cover everything Emma shared, but it’s all I have until payday.”
I could see how embarrassed she felt.
So I handed the envelope back.
“You don’t owe us anything.”
“Emma wanted to share.”
The woman started crying.
Not loudly.
Just the quiet tears of someone who had been carrying too much for too long.
She told me her husband had left months earlier.
Bills were piling up.
She worked days, cleaned offices at night, and delivered food after that just to stay afloat.
She barely saw her daughter.
Then I asked:
“What time do you get off work?”
She looked confused.
“Around 5:30.”
“Then why don’t you and Becca come over for dinner?”
An hour later, they were sitting at our table.
The girls disappeared into Emma’s room laughing.
Meanwhile, her mother and I talked.
That’s when I learned she was actually a registered nurse.
The problem wasn’t qualifications.
It was finding a job with hours that worked for a single parent.
As it happened, my company’s medical office was hiring.
I connected her with the right people.
She applied.
Two weeks later, she got the job.
No more cleaning offices late at night.
No more midnight delivery shifts.
No more choosing between time and survival.
And it all started because a 7-year-old noticed something adults had missed:
A little girl sitting alone with no lunch.
Sometimes the biggest acts of kindness aren’t complicated.
Sometimes they start with half a sandwich and a child who simply refuses to let someone eat alone.
Credit: Kenna Bangerter
@yesitswhouthink@Freely044142@RealCandaceO She owns her own business but bigots keep putting DEI on her name. Meanwhile, she’s more successful than you will ever be. DEI helped white women, but you’re too dumb to know that. I strongly oppose many/most of Candace’s political positions, but she’s still much better than you.
@yesitswhouthink@RealCandaceO So you just hate black women, Goldie. Just say that. They are concealing their children’s faces so deranged bigots don’t attack them. When white celeb moms do this all the time, you don’t have a problem. Black women do need to keep their kids away from people like you.