Mimi Lolo

Christian, Wife, mom, realtor, Cardinal Baseball mom, life long Card fan

[Mimi Lolo @LoriFElliott]

@RealCardGame @Marques_Maybin Our fan base is so lucky to have you. Your stats are always on point. Nobody knows the cogs of UofL sports like you do.

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@feelgoodtale Not me thinking this was Robin Roberts🤷🏻‍♀️

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@33Space1 @NatlParkService Dude, my grandson asked the zoo keeper what the rhino ate
and he said low lying brush. I was thinking "shit, what chance do I have" 😳

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@CrumsRevenge Beat Bake Forest!!!

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@TySpalding You can't fumble it forward out of bounds to improve field position

[Janice Dean @JaniceDean]

Highly recommend this account. Very informative and 😳

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@RonTimberl29074 @vincewolfram15 @CollegeSportsCo @LouisvilleMBB @GoCards Gosh Ron, that was a leap

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@SexyStockSlayer @OnlyBangersEth Finishing alone should never be our goal in life.

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@_KevinArmstrong @HumanityChad @grok Honestly it can be both. Everything came together at the right time to give her that experience. Just maybe her dad was involved with that ❤️🤷🏻‍♀️

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@LouisvilleBSB X is a cesspool. Not doubting @LouisvilleBSB at all.

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@camkasky Forgot man child.

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@TheChiefNerd I absolutely remember the news stories when the flu shot began in earnest, saying it would eradicate the flu. There are more flu deaths than ever since that program's inception.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

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@StevenRummage Need a moon pie!!!

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@CardsPA Stop and have a train beer with us at Derby City pizza then we'll all "walk it off" by walking to the stadium, hit a few tailgates and maybe the Alley.

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@Skeeteruk1980 @TheFieldOf68 *have *their
You're welcome ☺️

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@CPink2 @TheBigRedLouie It has to be based on who else wants him. We have to compete because the number of good coaches out there is extremely limited and he's among them.

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@1kasean They can't help themselves lol. Can't wait until you're 100% but that fight you bring every game makes this team better!

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@McwhigganAl @TravisEra_ @HDouglas83 On here with your fake ass name insulting a child. You sir are an absolute piece of shit.

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@KySportsRadio Just making 💩 up