Lyndon Miles

Triathlete, Ironman, Dad, Embryologist, Husband, Marathon runner, Ultra runner. Order depends on the time of day!

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@ElliotZidarich @MorbidKnowledge I don’t think it states it’s his daughter? Maybe him supporting a kid that has the same condition?

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@Tapi_Carpets Paid thousands for a carpet, got a bad fit with an attempted hidden error. Fitters left without admitting the error and tried (and failed) to hide it with joining tape. Inept aftercare from the Cardiff Pontprennau team. Communication failure at every level.

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@Milajoy Will Smith (post slap).

[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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@StuJChapman @fesshole

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@Citizen_baker So sorry John. I’ve never seen you post before but this post was high up on my feed this morning. Just looked at your photos and Kelsies too. It’s clear how much you loved her and how much she loved you. So many people have you and of course Kelsie in our thoughts.

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@hotwifejuk Hi both! I know this is J’s account, but can’t message the Cucktales FB page or Scotty’s without memb. Just discovered Cucktales—love it! I’ve emailed you but then saw your post on X about diagnosis. Wishing you both well and sending lots of positive thoughts. L&S ❤️

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@CucktalesPodC Hi both. Not sure if you have closed this account / stopped using it and also stopped accessing your outlook email. Love the podcast. Impressive body of work! 🙌 L&S x

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@DudePerfect Hey Dude’s… had tickets for my son and I for Birmingham, UK in 2024. It was cancelled for unexplained reasons. Rather than refund we kept our tickets for the rearranged September 2025 date. He came home from school today to tell me it’s also now been cancelled? 😩

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@talkSPORT @Ally_McCoist9 nice to see Ally make a cameo at @WeAreWST World Snooker Championship. Sorry Ali Carter @TheCaptain147 ��🟡🟢🔵⚫️

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@vickyallover been on Twitter / x for years. Follow famous sports people and the triathlon world mostly. Just sat reading your posts and started following you. I genuinely believe you’re a wasted talent unless your day job involves social commentary! 👏

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@vickyallover @fesshole 👏 🫡

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@phillclo Yes but you’re a baggie which means you are winning at life. 💪🏼

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@shitscaredmum Sending you lots of love. She’s missed by us also and we never met her. ❤️

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@adam_peaty Legend. Very proud for all the obstacles you have overcome!

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@Thehullboy1 Awesome work!!! 💪🏼

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@carolinenewson As a father of a 12 year old daughter my heart goes out to you and @shitscaredmum having both lost a beautiful daughter. I can’t imagine your loss. Sending you much love. ❤️

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@floridanow1 @Morbidful 🩷

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@fesshole Congratulations on your shit life. Why not free your girlfriend from hers?

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@shitscaredmum still touched by your story whenever I see Laura’s beautiful face. So many of us feel like we knew her somehow. I wished I had. I hope you find strength in the way strangers feel about her. Much love.