Born to Jewish fighter of 1948. Father volunteered. Mother liberated from camp and a Jew. Came to Canada after 1988 with sister and brother. Lost brother in 67
Israeli drone just wiped out two senior Hamas terrorists in their car in Gaza.
Israel is hunting down every last terrorist who took part in the October 7 massacre. Their fate is sealed. None of them will escape.
My wife passed away on September 25, 2025. We were together for 39 years. After her death, our home became silent and empty, with only her lonely bed remaining.
A few months later, I left home to get a change of scenery and look for a place to escape to. There, I met Onyx and Shadow, two Great Dane puppies who had been abandoned at a shelter after their owner died. They have been living together ever since.
As I approached, they looked at me as if they understood the loss.
When I took them in and brought them home, tears welled up in my eyes.
Now they are both happy with me, and I feel like our home has regained its vibrancy thanks to their presence.
They wait for me at the front door every day.
I lost a friend. They, too, lost a friend.
And so, we all built a new house together.
The wild mother bear returned, this time with her tiny cubs by her side. She quietly led them to the man who had once helped her through a difficult time, as though she wanted to share the happiness of her little family with him. 🐻😭
This simple yet heartwarming moment reminded many people of the quiet bond and mutual respect that can exist between humans and the natural world. 💖
This man is encouraging violence against the leader of the only predominantly Jewish country in the world. This will no doubt lead to violence against Jews.
Ben Shapiro: “There will not be a Palestinian state. The reason is because the Palestinians don’t want a state, they just want to destroy Israel.”
He's 100% correct.
This is the story told by a waiter:
l've waited tables at the same highway diner for 15 years, and the regular everybody remembers is a man named Tank.
He looks exactly like the kind of guy people move out of the way for. Big shoulders, black leather vest, tattoos covering both arms, and a Harley you can usually hear before it turns into the parking lot.
The first time Tank walked through the door, half the diner went quiet. Then he slid into a booth, opened the front of his vest, and the tiniest chihuahua I had ever seen poked her head out from against his chest.
Her name is Pearl.
She rides everywhere tucked inside that leather vest, warm and safe beneath his beard. She weighs maybe four pounds, but she watches the room like she's personally responsible for protecting him.
Tank told me he found her behind a bar two winters ago. She was alone in the parking lot, shaking from the cold and small enough to fit inside one of his hands.
He picked her up and planned to take her straight to a shelter. Somehow, she never made it there.
Now the two of them are a package deal. Tank orders his eggs and coffee, and Pearl gets a small plate of plain scrambled eggs with no salt.
She stands on the table and eats slowly, almost politely, while he sits there pretending the whole diner isn't watching him smile.
What stays with me is how careful he is with her. This man is built like a refrigerator, but he lifts Pearl out of his vest with both hands as though she's made of glass. Last week, the air conditioning had her shivering.
Tank took off his own bandana, wrapped it around her little body, and carried on drinking his coffee like it was the most normal thing in the world.
People usually take one look at Tank and decide they already know everything about him. Then Pearl's head appears from inside that vest, and they realize how wrong they were.
Have you ever met someone whose whole soft side only comes out around their dog?
The Magic in Grandma’s Kitchen 🔥💞
There is a special kind of warmth that only exists in Grandma’s kitchen. It’s not because of the delicious food, but because of the heat from the wood-burning stove that sinks deep into every moment.
Every time Grandma lights the fire and the big iron pot begins to simmer, it’s as if a silent bell rings. One by one, our little dogs quietly trot in and form a perfect semicircle around the hearth. They sit still, tails gently wagging, eyes fixed on the golden, warm flames.
They’re not just there for scraps of food. They’re there for the warmth and the love.
Animals always know where the love is. And sometimes, simple happiness is all you need: a fire, a grandmother, and a few little dogs sitting close together.