Secretary Comhdháil Oileáin na hEireann and ESIN, European Small Islands Federation. All things islands, nature, music and baking keep me going. ⚓️🚤🎶🇮🇪🍪🦀
OMG, love it! 🤣😂🤣 Trump’s White House UFC fight will be the “gayest Pride Month party in US history! 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈 Nobody will ever see anything like it! It will be ‘Yuge’!!
@catsareblessing From grok: •No, the claim is not true. No credible news reports, photos, or documentation confirm that Greek residents are installing cat ladders on buildings for street cats.
•Viral social media posts repeating the exact claim often use AI-generated images or videos.
Aujourd’hui, j’étais à la banque, dans la file d’attente devant un distributeur.
Devant moi, un monsieur très âgé. Plus de quatre-vingts ans, sûrement.
Il tenait une enveloppe dans la main, un peu tremblante.
Quand ce fut son tour, je l’ai observé discrètement.
Il touchait l’écran, hésitait, revenait en arrière…
Je voyais bien qu’il ne comprenait pas.
L’écran, les boutons, les étapes… tout semblait trop rapide pour lui.
La file derrière commençait à s’impatienter.
Lui, il s’est retourné vers moi, avec un regard gêné mais digne,
et il m’a demandé, tout doucement :
« Vous pourriez m’aider… s’il vous plaît ? »
Je me suis avancée tout de suite.
Je lui ai expliqué calmement, étape par étape.
Sans jamais toucher son argent.
Par respect. Par pudeur. Par délicatesse.
Il voulait faire un dépôt.
Il a réussi, lentement, en se concentrant.
Quand l’opération s’est terminée, il avait l’air soulagé.
Comme un enfant fier d’avoir réussi.
Il m’a remerciée avec un sourire incroyable.
Et juste avant de partir, il a sorti un billet de 10 euros de sa poche
et a voulu me le donner.
J’ai refusé.
Il a insisté. Il m’a dit que c’était « pour le petit-déjeuner ».
Pour me remercier à sa manière.
J’ai décliné encore, doucement.
Et là, je suis repartie avec un nœud dans la gorge.
Parce que ce monsieur…
ce n’est pas un cas isolé.
Ils sont nombreux, nos parents, nos grands-parents,
perdus face à un monde devenu trop numérique, trop rapide, trop froid.
Perdus devant les écrans, les bornes, les applications, les mots de passe.
Ces gens ont construit le pays dans lequel on vit.
Ils ont travaillé toute leur vie.
Ils ont payé, cotisé, élevé des enfants, tenu des familles.
Et aujourd’hui, on les laisse seuls
face à des machines qui ne parlent pas,
dans des banques sans guichet,
dans des hôpitaux sans accueil,
dans des administrations sans humain.
On parle d’innovation, de progrès, de modernité…
Mais on oublie l’essentiel : l’humain.
S’arrêter cinq minutes pour aider quelqu’un,
ça ne coûte rien.
Mais pour eux, ça change tout.
Parfois je me demande :
est-ce qu’on avance vraiment…
ou est-ce qu’on devient juste plus rapides à oublier les autres ?
Reminder that Henry Winkler is not only a great actor, author of children’s books and a fisherman. He is also a great compassionate human being. Be like Henry.
@jamesfahey15 Dead right. Watched the Sharon Shannon program and the lousy weather just evaporated. Brought back so many wonderful memories. What a gem Sharon is, so gifted and giving.
Wise words from this young woman!
“Twice this week, I have watched an elderly individual, fade into the busy life in which we all live. One man just needed Panadol for his wife but the shop assistant simply said it’s in aisle ‘6’. But he struggled to navigate the supermarket and as I watched him go in the wrong direction, I left all my groceries and took him where he needed to go.”
“Today, I watched an elderly man struggle in the heat, who had obviously had a fall with a huge scrape and blood on his leg. He walked past people in the cafe, while he slowly made his way to his car. Not one person stopped. Or looked. Or acknowledged him. I took him to his car and checked he was ok. He told me he had a fall and wasn’t sure how the air con worked in his car so he just didn’t use it. I sat with him, until his air con kicked in and heard him talk about the old frail body that he is in, that fails him now, every single day.”
“When you see an elderly person walking down the street, searching in the supermarket or struggling to their car, take a minute out of your busy schedule and ask them if they need a hand. Think about your grand parents and your parents and how pissed you would be if someone didn’t stop to help them. But more, think of them as you.”
“Once upon a time they were you. They were busy, they had work, they had children, they were able. Today, they are just in an older body that is not going as fast as it used to and this busy life is confusing. They deserve our utmost respect and consideration. One day it will be you, it will be us. I wish more people gave a shit about them and acknowledged them for their admirable existence and jeez I hope someday, not that far away, someone does it for me.”
Thanks to the author, Adele Renee. ♥️