Stello

I probably posted that on Facebook.. and that.. 😜

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

Nelson is a small grey donkey who has chosen a seventeen-hand horse called Hector, and if he ever loses him, it could kill him. Vets mean that literally. They have a name for it, a treatment for it, and a rule about leaving the body in the field.

Donkeys do not have friends the way horses have a herd. They pick one. They graze nose to tail with it, stand flank to flank in the rain with it, doze in its shadow, and if it is led out of sight for ten minutes they lift their heads and let the whole valley know. Nelson does all of this with a retired cavalry horse three times his size. The bond can last thirty years, and it is the quietest, most stubborn love on any farm.

When the other half dies, the one left behind may simply stop eating. It does not pace or call. It goes still, ears slack, head low, standing where the two of them used to stand. Donkey people have a saying for that look: a dull donkey is an emergency.

They are right, because of how a donkey was built for the desert. A donkey that stops eating starts drawing fat out of storage to keep its organs going, and the signal that should turn the tap off never properly comes. Fat floods the blood until a sample in a tube comes back cloudy as milk, and the liver and kidneys go under. It is called hyperlipaemia. Once it takes hold, between 60 and 90% do not come back.

So the people who know donkeys best keep rules that could have been written for a hospice. When one has to be put down, its companion is brought to the body and left there, an hour, three hours, as long as it takes, until it has sniffed, nudged, stood guard over its friend and walked away of its own accord. If one goes into hospital, the other goes in the trailer with it. After a death the survivor is watched at every feed for three weeks, because the grief can take that long to land.

The ones that come through are given somebody new, introduced slowly, over a fence, the way you would bring anyone to a house in mourning.

For 7,000 years we have called this a dumb animal. It is an animal that has to be given a funeral to survive one.

Nelson knows none of this is written down. He is where he always is, half a length off Hector's shoulder, keeping an eye on things.

[Evie @Evie0_1]

Woman, 24, 'died after she was given oxygen mask not connected to anything by medics who thought she was over-reacting'https://t.co/iLRfv0zW2a…

[Nature Unedited @NatureUnedited]

Man comes to the rescue of a baby water buffalo caught in its mother's horn

[Beyond Daily @KieuPhan120820]

A distinguished gentleman helping a distinguished gentle swan

[Scott @Scottobix]

I'm 52 years old. I have terminal Stage IV esophageal cancer. And my life has become something I never could have imagined.

I have metastatic adenocarcinoma with signet-ring features. It's spread to my liver, lymph nodes, stomach and peritoneum. The surgery that was supposed to potentially save my life was aborted when they discovered it had already spread.

I've been through chemotherapy. I've had a stent shoved down my esophagus just to help me swallow. I've lived with a feeding tube. I've had to rethink something most people never give a second thought to: eating.

A cheeseburger. Pizza. A normal meal with my family. Things that used to be completely ordinary have become things I miss.

Every meal is a calculation. Calories. Protein. What can I swallow? What will hurt? What will stay down? How much can my stomach tolerate?

I deal with nausea, abdominal pain, strange sensations throughout my torso, swallowing difficulties, and the constant uncertainty of what is happening inside my body.

I monitor blood markers. I read CT scans. I research clinical trials. I look at experimental treatments and scientific papers, trying to find something, anything, that might give me more time.

And there's a particularly cruel part of terminal cancer that people don't always understand:

You can look relatively healthy. You can walk every day. You can laugh, read, have conversations, research things, and make plans. Meanwhile, you know there's an incurable disease growing inside you.

You become acutely aware that the future everyone else takes for granted is no longer guaranteed to you.

I have a wife. I have children. I have things I still want to experience, conversations I still want to have, and memories I still want to make.
I've even started leaving little handwritten messages around the house for my wife to find someday. Things I want her to know when I'm no longer here to tell her.

I'm not writing this because I want anyone's pity.

I'm writing it because terminal cancer is so much more than a diagnosis or a statistic. It's an entirely different existence. It's fighting for your life while simultaneously trying to figure out how to keep living it.

I don't know how much time I have. Neither does anyone else.

But I'm still here. Still walking. Still researching. Still looking for treatments. Still trying to eat. Still making plans.

And I'm not done fighting.

If you're healthy, don't take the ordinary things for granted. You have no idea how extraordinary they are until they become difficult or impossible.

[Stello @Stello]

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[El Dui @elduuuui]

El actor Brendan Fraser se volvió viral tras protagonizar una emotiva escena durante la alfombra roja de su película Pressure, en Londres.

Al notar que un fanático con síndrome de Down tenía dificultades para tomarse una fotografía, se acercó, tomó su celular y le explicó con mucha paciencia cómo hacerlo. 📱✨

Finalmente, ambos consiguieron la selfie y el gesto del actor fue aplaudido por miles de usuarios en redes sociales. ¡Un momento que nos recuerda el valor de la empatía y la amabilidad! ❤️

[Muslim Sisters of Eire @Msoe_Dublin]

Tonight's Soup Run – One of the Most Challenging Nights in 11 Years 💔
Tonight, our soup run was tested in ways we have never experienced before.
The crowds were enormous, tensions were high, and there was pushing, shoving and fighting among people waiting for food. It was an incredibly difficult night for our staff and volunteers as we tried desperately to maintain order and prioritise those most vulnerable.
Just close your eyes for a moment and picture this.
Elderly people struggling with Zimmer frames, people leaning on crutches, older men and women bent over with age, mothers with young children getting lost in the crowds, and homeless people visibly exhausted from life on the streets.
These are the people we desperately try to bring forward first. Tonight, even getting the crowds to stand back to allow them through proved extremely difficult.
Sadly, one of our volunteers had a hot cup of tea thrown over her. We were absolutely gobsmacked. In 11 years of running our soup run, we have never experienced anything like this.
But what happened next speaks volumes about the incredible people who volunteer with Muslim Sisters of Éire.
She went to her car, cleaned herself up, gathered herself and came straight back to continue serving those in need. ❤️
That is dedication. That is compassion. That is humanity.
Despite everything, 400 hot meals were served tonight. Every single meal was gone. Six six-foot tables were laden with food, and by the end of the evening, every table had been cleared.
And what a beautiful abundance of food we had! Fresh vegetables, fresh fruit, yoghurts, sandwiches, and delicious hot meals generously provided by four different restaurants.
But tonight, we also want to give a very special shout-out to all the mammies, daddies and little boys and girls who have been visiting our office throughout the week. ❤️
Since Halloween, families have been arriving with bags of leftover sweets and treats for those who attend our soup run.
Seeing little children walking into our office, proudly carrying their donations, genuinely touches our hearts.
What makes it even more special is seeing parents teaching their children the importance of sharing, kindness, compassion and recognising that not everyone is as fortunate as they are.
These are lessons that will stay with those children for life. ❤️
Tonight, our tables were overflowing with goodies, and thanks to your incredible generosity, we have enough treats to continue sharing over the next couple of weeks.
To every parent and every little child who took the time to donate, thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Tonight was emotionally and physically exhausting. It was a stark reminder of the desperation, frustration and hardship that so many people are experiencing. While we understand that desperation can lead to heightened emotions, the safety and dignity of our volunteers and those we serve must always be respected.
But we will continue to show up. We will continue to serve. And we will continue to treat every person who comes to us with compassion and dignity.
We simply could not do this without you.
To our restaurants, donors, volunteers, families and the wider community, thank you for standing alongside Muslim Sisters of Éire.
If you would like to support our soup run, whether through food donations, essential supplies or financial contributions, please reach out.
Together, we are making a difference, one meal, one act of kindness and one person at a time. ❤️
#MuslimSistersOfEire #MSOE #HomelessnessIreland #DublinHomeless #SoupRun #CommunityCompassion #KindnessMatters #HelpingThoseInNeed #VolunteersAreHeroes #TeachingChildrenKindness #TogetherWeCanMakeADifference
Please donate at: https://t.co/txexZXW91y

[Stello @Stello]

@HelenORahilly Sorry for your loss ✨🕊️✨🌈

[Ian McKellen @IanMcKellen]

SIR PATRICK STEWART (1940-2026)

Before everything else, Patrick was defined by being born and bred in Yorkshire, the proud county in the north of England which he loved to the end. You could hear it in his accented voice and in the stern honesty with which he told you what he thought and felt. Yorkshiremen have no truck with half-truths or avoidance of big issues. He wore his heart on his sleeve, which made him a man to rely on, to admire and in my case, love.

We first met as ambitious young actors with the Royal Shakespeare Company half a century ago but we weren’t in the same productions. My first strong memory was a few years later, meeting him in the street in central London when he told me about an offer to take over a leading part in 'Star Trek'. “But Patrick think of your stage career in the UK. Do you really want to risk—getting lost in Hollywood for years and years?”. Well, he took the risk and thank goodness for us all that he did for not just his devoted Trekkies but film and theatre audiences, who marvelled at his using international celebrity to star in a string of cinema successes ('X-Men' of course) and in great classical plays by Shakespeare, Ibsen, Arthur Miller, Peter Shaffer, Pinter and Beckett at Stratford-upon-Avon, in London’s West End and on Broadway.

America was his adopted home, where he met his adored Sunny who has cared for him through sickness and health, through thick and thin. But he never forsook his origins: and the proudest achievement of the most respected and beloved actor of his generation on either side of the Atlantic, was his appointment as Chancellor of Huddersfield University in Yorkshire.

His farewell performance in 'Avengers: Doomsday' is yet to be seen.

Ian McKellen 29 October 2026

Photo: University of Huddersfield

[ElaineStark. @ElaineSstark]

En 2014, una niña de 11 años pidió conocer a Patrick Stewart.

Su familia esperaba que el actor le dedicara apenas dos minutos, pero él se quedó casi veinte.

Un fotógrafo tomó unas 5.000 imágenes durante aquella convención. Sin embargo, decidió publicar solamente una.

La niña se llamaba Dawn Garrigus y padecía una enfermedad mitocondrial grave.

Era admiradora de "Star Trek" y su mayor ilusión era conocer al hombre que interpretaba al capitán Jean-Luc Picard.

Gracias a la fundación Make-A-Wish, consiguió reunirse con Stewart durante una convención en Atlanta.

Sus padres pensaron que el encuentro sería muy breve. Pero Patrick se sentó junto a Dawn y comenzó a conversar con ella sobre sus personajes favoritos.

Le firmó sus figuras de acción y compartieron algunas risas.

En un momento, la niña le dijo que era un honor conocerlo.

Stewart respondió: "No, el honor es mío".

Después de unos quince o veinte minutos, cuando la conversación estaba terminando, Dawn lo abrazó espontáneamente.

El fotógrafo James Barker, que había permanecido a cierta distancia para darles privacidad, consiguió capturar aquel instante.

Durante los cuatro días de la convención había tomado unas 5.000 fotografías. Pero decidió publicar solamente esa.

La imagen se difundió ampliamente y conmovió a miles de personas.

El padre de Dawn contó después que aquel encuentro había cambiado su admiración por el actor. Ya no lo recordaba solamente por sus personajes, sino por la manera en que había tratado a su hija.

Hoy, 29 de octubre de 2026, se anunció el fallecimiento de Patrick Stewart a los 86 años.

Entre tantos papeles inolvidables, también quedan momentos como aquel: una niña que soñaba con conocer a su héroe y un hombre que consiguió hacerla sentir que la persona importante de aquel encuentro era ella.

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

In 1952, an English teacher named Cecil Dormand secretly paid for a dirt-poor 11-year-old to take a drama course.

He never told him and the boy didn’t find out until decades later.

By then, he was a knight, that little boy’s name was Patrick Stewart.

He was born into a poor family in Mirfield, a small mill town in Yorkshire and his father came home from World War II a violent man, and he was violent toward Patrick’s mother.

Young Patrick learned exactly when to step between his father’s fist and his mother.

An English teacher put a copy of Shakespeare in his hand and told him to get up and perform.

He never stopped and left school at 15.

By 19 he was completely bald... most agencies told him he'd never make it because of that.

In 1987, the LA Times called him an “unknown British Shakespearean actor” when he was cast as Captain Picard.

Then he became one of the most famous faces on Earth.

You’ve probably heard that part.

Here’s the part you haven’t:

He spent decades as a patron of Refuge, sheltering women and children from domestic violence.

But he never stopped trying to understand his father.

He dug up a 1940 newspaper clipping that said his dad had come home with severe shell shock.

He went to France and walked the ground where his father’s unit was pinned down under bombing for hours.

He learned his father had PTSD, and nobody ever helped him.

So Patrick became an ambassador for Combat Stress, a charity that helps veterans.

In 2013, a young woman at a Texas convention told him she was a survivor of domestic violence.

He asked, “My dear, are you okay?”

Then he hopped off the stage, held her, and told her: “You never have to go through that again, you’re safe now.”

At Dragon Con, a Make-A-Wish girl dressed as Spock came to meet him.

2,000 people were waiting for him to speak... he sat down and talked with her for 15 minutes, making all of them wait.

He told her that since they were friends now, whenever she saw him on screen she could wave and say, “Hello Patrick.”

After 9/11, he felt helpless, so he brought his one-man A Christmas Carol back to Broadway for a full week of charity shows.

He played every character himself and donated every cent.

In 2019 he did it again, and every dollar went to feeding hungry New Yorkers.

In 2017, he fostered a pit bull named Ginger, who had been rescued from a dogfighting ring.

She was his first dog in more than 50 years.

He couldn’t bring her home to England, so he found her a family.

Then he kept fostering more.

When he said he was done with Star Trek so many people told him the show had gotten them through the hardest times of their lives.

So he wanted to see if Picard could do it one more time.

Rest in Peace, Sir Patrick 🖖

[Seth MacFarlane @SethMacFarlane]

Patrick was one of those icons who we somehow all took for granted would always be with us.
I grew up as a fan, and was later gifted the privilege of becoming a colleague and friend, working with him for many years on “American Dad!”, “Family Guy”, and “Ted”. He was that rare actor who could take any bit of dialogue and elevate it, making a good writer sound great, and a great writer sound masterful. He was also as humble as they come. I remember exchanging emails with him a number of years ago when he was beginning day 1 of a new film. He commented to me that he always walked onto a new set feeling like the biggest novice there. My stunned reaction was the same as anyone’s would be. I said, “Patrick, if you feel that way, the rest of us are screwed.” We have lost a legendary actor today, and for many of us, a good friend. He will be deeply missed by the entire planet.

[Hozier Updates 🌼 @UpdatesHozier]

✊| Hozier, on stage right now at the Free Palestine concert, encouraging the audience to sign an open letter to the Taoiseach calling for urgent action on the visa refusals affecting fully funded Palestinian students from Gaza.

You can also sign here!!
https://t.co/HMjon25x3P

[Stello @Stello]

@Darekbrzoza I call them with a caw, twice a day, and they arrive - I give them cat food leftovers 🖤

[Stello @Stello]

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[Dariusz Brzozowski @Darekbrzoza]

"Sześć lat. Właśnie w tym miesiącu skończyła sześć. A jednak tamten dzień, kiedy ją znalazłem, wyrył się w mojej pamięci z ostrością rzeczy, których nie da się zapomnieć. Była maleńka, drżała, z wciąż zamkniętymi oczami. Może miała zaledwie jeden dzień. Pamiętam, że pomyślałem: „Nie dożyje rana”. A jednak przeżyła. Walczyła z niewiarygodną siłą, z wolą zdolną podważyć każde rokowania. Stała się najodważniejszą, najbystrzejszą i najczulszą kawką, jaką kiedykolwiek znałem. Gdy nauczyła się latać, nieraz dawałem jej możliwość odejścia. Życia w wolności, tak jak chce tego natura. I rzeczywiście była wolna. Latała nad okolicą, badała niebo. Ale każdego wieczoru wracała. Siadała na parapecie i dziobem stukała w szybę, jakby mówiła: „Hej, wróciłam!”. Jakby minęły dni, choć w rzeczywistości — tylko kilka godzin. Swoje pierwsze gniazdo zbudowała na dębie za domem. Gałązki, źdźbła trawy, skrawki tkanin, które w tajemniczy sposób znikały z mojego prania… wszystko stawało się częścią jej małego arcydzieła. A gdy wykluły się pisklęta, przynosiła je do mnie — jedno po drugim. Jakby chciała powiedzieć: „Popatrz, co zrobiłam. Razem z tobą”. To był jeden z najsilniejszych i najbardziej poruszających momentów w moim życiu jako rehabilitatora. Z czasem przyszły trudne próby: drapieżniki, urazy, nawet zatrucie, które wydawało się beznadziejne. Ale i wtedy walczyła. Wyszła z tego bardziej krucha, z pewnymi następstwami neurologicznymi, które nie pozwoliły jej wrócić na wolność. Lecz to nie był koniec. To był początek nowego rozdziału — łagodnego, pełnego sensu. Od prawie czterech lat mieszka ze mną. I nie da się słowami oddać, jak głęboka jest nasza więź. Każdy dzień to dar. Budzi mnie cichymi nawoływaniami, bawi się sznurówkami od butów, kradnie przekąski z miną kogoś, kto już wie, że mu się wybaczy. Podąża za mną wszędzie — ciekawa i uważna. Siada mi na ramieniu, gdy robię kawę, a wieczorem układa się na mojej piersi. Dziobem poprawia mi brodę, a potem spokojnie zasypia. W takich chwilach czuję wdzięczność, której nie potrafię ubrać w słowa. Przed nią było całe niebo. A jednak wybrała, by zostać. I każdego dnia dziękuję jej za ten wybór. Bo ona nie jest „po prostu” kawką. Jest rodziną. Jest domem. Jest małą, spokrewnioną duszą z piórami, która jeden gest ratunku zamieniła w jedną z najbardziej niezwykłych przygód mojego życia. Dziękuję, że przeczytaliście jej historię. I dziękuję tym, którzy — tak jak ja — odkryli, jak wyjątkowymi mogą być ci zdumiewający skrzydlaci przyjaciele. Bo czasem prawdziwa miłość nie hałasuje. Ale rozpoznasz ją w cichym trzepocie dwóch skrzydeł, które wybierają powrót. Zawsze. za Kawa z mlekiem"

[Christopher Lloyd @DocBrownLloyd]

Today I turn 88…I’ve seen some serious shit. The most serious of it all is love. I love my family, my friends, and my wonderful fans. The power of love remains.

[Brian Allen @allenanalysis]

🚨🚨BREAKING: Dolly Parton’s sister, Stella Parton, says a Tennessee voting machine repeatedly switched her selection to Republican Marsha Blackburn, forcing her to correct her ballot THREE TIMES before voting. She’s not alone. Other Tennessee voters have reported similar problems while attempting to vote for Democrats.

[Henry Joy @DiscipleElland]

Independent Dublin Bookstore "Books Upstairs" has agreed to donate all funds from the sales of books by Sally Rooney to the humanitarian organisation Medical
Aid for Palestinians. 🇮🇪🇵🇸

Books Upstairs is the oldest independent bookstore in Dublin.

#sallyrooney #palestine @sally_rooney

[Gianl1974 @Gianl1974]

BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire Sir Richard Branson launches a SCATHING attack on Trump and his disgusting coziness with Russian dictator Vladimir Putin.

This is EXACTLY the kind of thing that gets under Trump’s skin...

"I never thought I’d have to say this in my lifetime, but it’s 2026, and unfortunately, nothing is the way it used to be," wrote Branson, founder of the Virgin Group, on LinkedIn. "The Trump administration has become an enabler of autocrats and dictators, placing their personal whims ahead of the interests of the American people and the free world. What is it about Putin that makes President Trump fawn over him?"

"How can America’s allies ever trust this administration again, when it is now turning against them in a time of war and suffering?" he asked.

Trump has repeatedly betrayed our Ukrainian allies in recent days. First, he announced a shocking deal with Putin to allow millions of barrels of diesel onto global markets—a move that will inject cash directly into the Russian war machine. Then, he launched a concerted smear campaign against President Zelenskyy, claiming that Putin is "easier to deal with."

The betrayals escalated when Washington failed to provide its customary early warning to Kyiv regarding an imminent Russian ballistic missile attack. Now, it appears the White House has ordered a temporary suspension of Starshield—a military version of Elon Musk’s Starlink, upon which the Ukrainian armed forces rely.

"The throttling of Starlink/Starshield and the inexplicable failure to provide advance warning of Russian missile launches have already led to the needless deaths of Ukrainian civilians," Branson wrote. "How much worse can it get?" "If one thing is clear, it’s that European leaders must move past the initial shock of Trump’s recent actions and step up. This is as much about European freedom as it is about Ukraine’s sovereignty. Both are worth fighting for," he continued. "Every option should now be on the table—from transferring frozen Russian assets to Ukraine, to delivering advanced weapons systems like the German Taurus."

"Why, oh why, is this happening? We cannot allow the free world to be dismantled before our very eyes," Branson concluded.

We couldn’t agree more. Trump is an enemy of Ukraine, an enemy of democracy, and an enemy of the American people. When the Democrats regain power, we will have a major task ahead of us. Every trace of this monstrous man’s legacy must be erased.

Please ❤️ and share if you think Trump is Putin’s puppet!

[Meidas_Charise Lee @charise_lee]

THIS IS CRAZY