@ATT When I first switched, I was continually having to reset my home address with @Hulu because @ATT bounces their signal around. That was annoying. But I haven’t had to reset Hulu in a few months and that’s exactly how long my service has been terrible.
Really dissatisfied with @ATT internet. Worked great for first few months. This month it’s super slow. Can’t access internet for work. Can’t stream TV. When I call, all it does is offer to reset the hub. Doesn’t work. Can’t speak to a human. Not helpful at all. May just cancel.
@ATT What I don’t understand is, when I switched to @ATT it worked beautifully for months. And now all of a sudden, it’s the worst. It’s like they take your money and lol you into a false sense of security.
Dear Twitter friends, I will be leaving Twitter soon. It has become too toxic. But there are many of you I’d like to keep in touch with. If you would like, please find me on Instagram @catkthompson or contact me through my website https://t.co/aQcrljc6fl.
@Mr_Husky1 First of all, if you love it, then it does not matter what your friends think. But aside from that, it’s a beautiful vintage dress. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding!
@sassydew@PiperGT I agree, and I know that they will have to kill his character at some point. But I still don’t feel ready. I like thinking he’s still out there.😫
"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
@hulu_support I have contacted Hulu to fix the same problem multiple times now and it’s still not fixed. How many chances should I give you before I cancel my subscription?
"My parents have been married for 75 years but few have noticed. Most of their friends have died. I contacted 6 local news stations and the Union Tribune newspaper giving details so they could do a story on their lives. Not one response from anyone. I think living into your 90's and staying married 75 years is quite an accomplishment. If you agree, please like and share my post. I want to show them people do care."
Credit Eileen Atkinson
@edpuzzle I would love to get a phone number that I could use to call an actual person. I have emailed the help department multiple times with no response and I am about to cancel my membership.