Hey @theskizzleman - it seriously sounds like someone stole your voice… https://t.co/vccvAYKcLJ
We assume it is AI generated because certain words are not pronounced like they should be. Example: tear (a rip) is said tear (crying).
GIVEAWAY for Moms! 🌸 I just entered to win one of FIVE $100 gift cards — winner's choice of store! ✅ Open to all moms & #HomeschoolMoms -Tag a mama who deserves this! 📅 April 29 – May 8 💕 #MothersDay#MomGiveaway https://t.co/RNODLlZv8A
@rickbeato - our family enjoys your YouTube channel. I know it might not be the kind of music you listen to, but we thought it would be neat if you did a video on some of the top Christian artists and top Christian music right now 🙂
The numbers are in for the Hermitcraft charity event benefiting @GamersOutreach!
With donations and auctions combined, the Hermits and the community raised together:
$1,409,232… absolutely mind-blowing!
🎉 #GFG2026 GRAND TOTAL 🎉
$1,800,000+ raised. Our BIGGEST event yet!
What a weekend. What a showing from so many incredible communities.
Thank you to everyone who donated, fundraised, attended, and supported. Your generosity will help bring more play to kids in hospitals.
What an incredible weekend with the Hermits—$1,122,781.11 raised (and counting) for @GamersOutreach! This only happens because of the Hermitcraft community and its power for good. Thank you!
"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
@teachthemx3 I’m a very quiet person. Kid1 is a lot like me, & they didn’t want to do much outside of the normal things we would do to be around others. Kid2 isn’t 😂 so has done more than Kid1 only because they wanted to and, in some ways, needed even more interactions with others.
@teachthemx3 But both have been socialized as much as possible and with a wide range of ages, too, not just with those their same ages. There is so much out there and just saddens me that people are against homeschooling sometimes only because they’re afraid their kid won’t be socialized.