@BrentS2@RiseAgainstEvil So a country with a fraction of the population is now compared to another country. Really stretching it here. And trying to find justification of brutal murders in SA shows not only a libtard viewpoint but as they say ignorance is bliss.
@nettermike Where she was wearing fire alarms all over claiming it will help with the aliens and if she ever caught fire she will be the first to know. Lol very funny.
@MrPitbull07 Now I still don't know where all the dead penguins go. When I started reading, first thing that came to mind was the farse of the penguins lol
In August 1905, fourteen-year-old Ruth Patterson made a decision that would change two lives forever.
Orphaned after a deadly tenement fire claimed both of their parents, Ruth and her six-week-old baby brother Daniel were sent to a New York orphanage. There, Ruth was given devastating news: the institution would not place an infant and a teenager together. Daniel would be sent elsewhere or left behind until he was old enough to be adopted. Ruth would be placed alone.
Ruth refused.
On the morning of departure for an Orphan Train bound for Nebraska, Ruth stole Daniel from the nursery and hid him inside a large leather carpetbag. The matron assumed the bag held Ruth’s few belongings. Unknown to anyone, Ruth had secretly cut small air holes into the bottom to help her brother breathe.
For three days, Ruth carried her baby brother hidden at her feet. She kept Daniel miraculously quiet during boarding, soothed him through jolting railcars, fed him during night stops, and changed him in the train’s bathroom whenever she could. Every moment, she feared discovery—knowing it would mean being sent back to New York and separated forever.
Daniel was never found.
At a Nebraska station, a farming couple, the Johnsons, selected Ruth for placement, impressed by her strength and maturity. They took her and her carpetbag to their wagon and brought her home. Only after arriving at the farm did Ruth unpack the bag—revealing baby Daniel inside.
The Johnsons were stunned.
Trembling, Ruth told them everything: the fire, the orphanage rules, the theft, the hiding, and her terror of losing her brother. She begged them not to send Daniel back alone. As the couple looked at the baby—and at Ruth’s exhausted face—they saw not deception, but desperate love.
After a quiet discussion, they made their choice.
“We were sent two,” they said. “We’ll raise two.”
A tintype photograph taken that very day shows Ruth, age fourteen, holding six-week-old Daniel, standing beside the carpetbag that saved his life. Her face shows pure relief. Behind them, the Johnsons smile—having planned for one child and chosen to open their hearts to two.
Ruth and Daniel were raised together on the Johnson farm. Daniel was given the Johnson surname but always knew his birth name—and the truth: that his sister had risked everything to keep him safe. Ruth later married and remained close to Daniel for life. The Johnsons never reported Ruth’s actions, believing love mattered more than rules.
Ruth lived to age 87, dying in 1978. Daniel died in 1974 at 69. They shared nearly seven decades together because a teenage girl refused to let her brother be taken from her—and because one family chose compassion over convenience.
In a 1975 testimony, Ruth said simply:
“That photograph shows what love looked like. Desperation to stay together. Generosity to keep a baby you didn’t choose.”
@Jondre_@nielkraai3000@BafanaBafana Go to the many soccer clubs and pick choose, and any of those club teams will wipe the floor with the pathetic banana squad