In 2005, Texas homebuilder Gordon Hartman walked away from the business that had made him wealthy.
The decision had been building long before the sale.
Years earlier, while on a family vacation, he watched his daughter Morgan, who has special needs, try to join a group of children playing in a swimming pool. The other children slowly moved away. They weren't being cruel. They simply didn't know how to include her.
That moment stayed with him.
Instead of asking the world to change, he decided to build a place that already had.
Working with parents, therapists, doctors, educators and accessibility experts, Gordon turned that idea into reality. On April 10, 2010, Morgan's Wonderland opened in San Antonio as the world's first ultra accessible theme park where children and adults of every ability could play together.
The project cost around 51 million USD. That figure is often mistaken for the price he sold his company for, but official sources have never confirmed that as the sale amount. What is certain is that he used his fortune and helped raise additional funding to make the park possible.
Guests with special needs are admitted free. Every ride, pathway and playground was designed so no child would have to watch from the sidelines.
One afternoon at a swimming pool inspired an idea.
Today, that idea has welcomed millions of families from around the world and given countless children something every child deserves without needing to ask for it.
A place where they already belong.
A stranger sat next to me on the train and opened a container of homemade food that smelled incredible.
Me: That smells amazing.
Her: Jollof rice.
Me: Did you make it?
Her: My mother did. She lives with us.
Me: She packs your lunch?
Her: Every day. I'm 41.
Me: That's sweet.
Her: I used to be embarrassed about it.
Me: What changed?
Her: She got sick last year. Better now but. You know.
Me: Yeah.
Her: Now I look forward to it every morning. Seeing what she made.
Me: What's today's?
Her: Rice. Fried plantains. She also packed a note.
Me: A note?
Her: She does that sometimes.
She showed me.
A small folded paper.
Just said "eat slowly. good things shouldn't be rushed."
Me: That's beautiful.
Her: That's my mom.
She offered me a spoonful.
I said no at first.
She insisted.
It was the best thing I'd tasted in months.
Her: She'd be happy someone else enjoyed it.
Me: Tell her a stranger on the train said thank you.
Her: She'll love that.
Some people pack lunch. Some people pack love. The best moms pack both.
7x Cy Young Award winner Roger Clemens posted this photo on Instagram of him gifting President Trump a signed Yankees jersey last weekend in New Jersey:
โTo 45/47: You are the best!โ ๐ฅ
32-year-old Aaron Tucker of Bridgeport, Connecticut, was just a week out of jail and had a job interview. So early that morning he grabbed the dress shirt the halfway house had given him and headed off on the bus. A ways down the road, the bus driver spotted a car that had just hit a tree and flipped over. Aaron ran out of the bus, kneeled down and unbuckled the driver. He pulled him away from the wreckage and kept telling him, โyou're gonna be ok.โ Moments later, the car was covered in flames. Aaron took off his nice, clean shirt and used it to help stop the driver's head from bleeding. A few minutes later, firefighters and EMTs arrived. Aaron missed his job interview that day. It was important to him but something else became much more important. Says Aaron, "โฆ a job can come and go, but a life is one time thing."
When members of the community heard about his story, they started a GoFundMe page and raised more than $60,000 for him. He also had many job offers to choose from.
I think my middle daughter is having the best summer of her childhood
She has this group of friends, they're all incoming 5th graders, and their moms and I have a big group chat going where a kid will ask their mom to say "anyone want to ride bikes" and then they start a little band of kids going house to house inviting others to play. Then they head to parks, to coffee shops, jump on the trampoline in their friends' yards.
One good thing though is that the moms are all in touch so even if the kids don't have phones or watches to communicate, we communicate with each other where they are/where they're headed.
They call it their biker gang.
My daughter has told me it is her favorite thing in the whole world, riding bikes with her friends. She says I'd rather do it than go to Disneyworld!
I asked her why and she said it's the freedom.
There is a certain age, I'd say something like grades 3 to 7, where it is essential kids get some independence. I think back to the times in my childhood where I was given some freedom to wander in those ages, and those are some of the best memories of my life.
It's so important we don't rob our kids of this. Make it happen by any means possible.
The Uber driver was completely silent for three minutes then said "can I tell you something strange?"
Me: Sure.
Him: This is my last shift.
Me: Tonight?
Him: Ever. I'm quitting after you.
Me: What are you doing instead?
Him: Opening a bakery.
Me: Wow.
Him: My wife thinks I'm crazy.
Me: Are you?
Him: Probably. I've been driving twelve hours a day for six years saving for it.
Me: Six years?
Him: Every dollar. No vacations. One pair of good shoes at a time.
Me: That's commitment.
Him: Or stubbornness. Hard to tell sometimes.
Me: What kind of bakery?
Him: Nigerian breads. Agege mostly. My mother's recipe.
Me: Does she know?
Him: She died four years ago. This is for her.
Me: (pause)
Me: She'd be proud.
Him: I hope so. I'm terrified.
Me: That makes sense.
Him: Does it get less scary?
Me: I don't know. But I think you do it scared and it becomes brave later.
He dropped me off.
Him: Thank you for listening.
Me: Thank you for telling me.
Looked him up eight months later.
Bakery opened. Line around the block opening day.
His wife runs the register.
Six years of quiet saving becomes one beautiful beginning.
"Today at Kings Highway McDonald's in New Bedford, Massachusetts I watched 2 teens bring food to the man who was asking for money.
The man was so happy to get that food. He sat and ate it immediately.
Parents/guardian/caretaker should be proud of the two young men they are raising. Figured you might want a good story for a moment. I just saw it and if it was my son I would be proud for them trying to help. I was in the drive thru. I watched the kids ride away on their bikes."