Rob Pedersen

K-12 Superintendent, Plentywood MT, hobbies are golf and fishing, fan of Yankees, Pirates, Steelers, Penguins, Lakers, John Wayne, Stephen King, etc

[Story Web @Ezekle1]

My son brought home a classmate who smelled like stale smoke and wore the same faded hoodie four days in a row.
My son, Leo, is nine. He came home on a Tuesday and said, "Mom, can Julian come over? He says his house doesn't have Wi-Fi, and we have that big social studies project due."
Julian showed up an hour later. He was a wiry kid with unkempt hair and sneakers held together by silver duct tape. He flinched slightly when I reached out to take his jacket.
"Are you hungry, Julian?" I asked.
He just nodded. He ate three grilled cheese sandwiches without once looking up from the plate.
While the boys worked, I noticed Julian didn’t have a backpack. He had his school papers tucked into a plastic grocery bag. His worksheet was filled with mistakes, but the paper was wrinkled from where he had erased and tried again a dozen times. He was trying so hard.
"Julian, would you like me to look over your answers?" I offered.
"My dad usually does it," he said softly, staring at the table. "But he’s... busy lately." The way he said "busy" made my chest ache.
Leo whispered to me in the kitchen later, "Julian’s dad is really sick, Mom. He doesn't come out of his room much. And his mom hasn't lived there in a long time."
The Red Flags
Julian started coming over every single day. He was always starving. Always polite. He never asked for a thing, but he looked at our pantry like it was a treasure chest.
One evening, 8:00 p.m. rolled around and Julian made no move to leave. He just sat on the edge of our sofa, staring blankly at the TV.
"Julian? Is your dad going to be worried about you?"
"He’s resting," he whispered. "He rests most of the time now."
The red flags were screaming. I drove him home that night. The apartment complex was dim, and his unit was freezing. His father, Ray, answered the door. He was rail-thin and had a cough that sounded like it was tearing him apart. "Sorry," Ray rasped. "I work a late shift... I have to sleep during the day. Julian knows the drill."
He was lying. There was no job. He was simply too ill to be a father.
I didn't call the authorities right away. Instead, I just started showing up. I brought over dinner because I "accidentally made a double batch." I offered to pick Julian up for school because "we were driving past anyway." I bought Leo new boots and coincidentally bought a second pair "in the wrong size—can Julian use them?"
The Spare Room
Ray finally broke down one Saturday afternoon. "Stage four lung cancer," he whispered, leaning against his doorframe. "No insurance. I lost the job months ago. I’m just trying to keep the lights on until... until I can’t. Then he goes into the system."
"What if he didn't?" I asked.
My husband and I aren't wealthy. We live paycheck to paycheck like most people. But we had a spare room.
Ray moved into our house two months ago. We set up a hospice bed in the downstairs den. Julian moved into what used to be my sewing room upstairs. It isn't a legal adoption. It isn't a state-mandated foster placement. It’s just... what you do when someone is falling.
Ray has very little time left. He spends his afternoons watching Julian and Leo play games from his bedside, tears tracing lines down his sunken cheeks. "He’s finally being a kid again," Ray whispers. "I thought I’d lost that for him."
Last week, Julian called me "Mom" by accident while asking for a glass of water. He turned bright red. "I'm sorry, I meant—"
"It's okay, sweetheart," I said, pulling him into a quick hug.
Ray saw it from the doorway. He squeezed my hand later that night. "Thank you," he mouthed. "Thank you for letting me stay long enough to know he’ll be okay."
The Lesson
I don't know what the legal battles will look like when Ray passes. I don't know how we’ll afford two teenagers in a few years. All I know is that right now, there are two boys doing homework at my kitchen table. One of them finally has shoes that don't need tape.
Sometimes saving a life doesn't require a cape or a grand speech.

[Rob Pedersen @RobPedersen1]

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The difference between Pittsburgh and Philadelphia.

[StatMuse @statmuse]

There is only one player this season with:

10+ HR
25+ RBI
25+ BB
5+ SB

That player is Aaron Judge.

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May the fourth be with you

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[Rob Pedersen @RobPedersen1]

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13 years ago today, with a playoff berth at stake, Kobe Bryant swished two free throws after tearing his Achilles.

And he walked off the court on his own.

Mamba Mentality forever 🐍

[Movies Scenes 🎫 @SceneinCinema]

The Shawshank Redemption flopped in theaters, $16 million worldwide on a $25 million budget, opening weekend just $727,000 in 1994, it disappeared almost immediately.

It lost all seven Oscar nominations to Forrest Gump, no awards, no box office, the studio labeled it a failure and the director walked away devastated.

Then something quiet started happening, VHS rentals, cable reruns, someone watching it alone on a Tuesday night and calling a friend the next morning.

People who watched it told their friends, their friends told more people, it spread slowly, one recommendation at a time, no marketing push just genuine word of mouth.

By 2008 it reached number one on IMDb, the audience voted it the greatest film ever made and it has stayed there ever since.

It took 14 years to get there, a box office bomb turned into the highest rated film in history, built entirely by viewers long after the studio had already moved on.

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THIS

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Good one. 🤣

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Regardless of your opinion of things you probably don’t fully understand, you should always hands down 100% with your full chest SUPPORT OUR TROOPS. If you can’t do this, I’m not interested in hearing your mouth garbage on war.

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The democrat party is vile, evil and putrid.

They showed exactly who they are for the whole WORLD to see.

How can any sane American support that?

Oh that's right, you hate America just as much as the "party."

[Gain of Fauci @DschlopesIsBack]

BREAKING: GEICO Caveman tired of people mistaking him for Congressman Al Green

[Mahyar Tousi @MahyarTousi]

The people doing this to Mexico today are the same people ICE agents are trying to deport from the U.S.

Be more grateful to your government, liberals.

[End Wokeness @EndWokeness]

In a world full of Megan Rapinoes, be a Jack Hughes

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[john walker iv @realjohnwalker]

4x Super Bowl Champion
2x 1st Team All-Pro
6x Pro Bowl
1970’s All Decade Team
5x All-AFC
Super Bowl Silver Anniversary Team l

If sacks counted, he lead the greatest defense ever in them 6x. He’d also be the record holder for most sacks in a Super Bowl.

Travesty. Enshrine him.