@kmichelle I'm gonna hold your hand when I say this....you are taking things too personal. They were not plotting on you but now you are gonna have a problem cause you were too sensitive and on the wrong team
The chapter about her Mom having to leave South Carolina because she spoke up to a white store owner for treating her poorly & that’s how her Mom ended up in Philadelphia makes this story full circle. Dawn coming back to South Carolina & winning on her ancestral grounds matters.
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I was working at the public library when a teenager asked if he could get a library card.
Seemed like a normal question.
Until he added: "I don't have an address. Does that matter?"
He was living in his car with his dad. Eight months. Dad worked nights. The kid went to school during the day and hid the homelessness from everyone.
The policy said you needed an address.
I looked at the policy. Looked at him. Looked back at the policy.
Then I did something that probably cost me nothing but could've cost me my job.
I wrote down the library's address. Handed him the application.
"Congratulations. You're officially living here now."
He stared at me.
"You can use this address for any forms you need. School paperwork, job applications, whatever. As far as anyone knows, you live here. And honestly? You kind of do. You're here every single day anyway."
He cried. Right there at the desk. Tried to hide it but his shoulders were shaking.
Over the next six months, that library card became his lifeline.
Job applications. College applications. He showed up every day after school — computers, bathrooms, air conditioning.
And the sense of belonging somewhere.
Then his dad got a job that included housing. Real housing.
They moved into an apartment.
The kid came to find me.
"I got accepted to state college on full scholarship. And I did it with this address."
He held up that library card like it was made of gold.
"You did that," I told him. "I just handed you a card."
"No," he said. "You handed me proof that I wasn't invisible. That's different."
Six years later, he's working in nonprofit housing.
Helping homeless youth get connected to resources.
Uses that same library as his office.
Sometimes the smallest rule we bend changes someone's entire trajectory.
Sometimes all someone needs is one person willing to see them as more than their circumstances.
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“I did not dedicate my life to advocating for women and girls just so that I could be lectured by a bunch of pedophile protectors.”
~Hillary Rodham Clinton
I know ppl have been hating on Ashely this season and I get some of the reasons for sure but I still think she’s needed for her messiness. Some of her storylines carried a lot of the earlier seasons and now she’s in her villain era. I think #rhop would lose an asset without her
BREAKING: President Obama, soaking up applause at the All Star Game from the universal love that trump will NEVER get.
Obama deserves cheers.👏🏽 🎉
trump deserves boos.💩
It's not complicated.
I own a small bakery. Business has been slow. Rent is up. I was thinking about closing.
Last Friday, a teenager came in. He looked nervous. He counted out change for a cookie. He was short 50 cents.
"It's okay," I said. "Take it."
He ate it at a table, looking at his math homework. He looked stuck.
I used to be a math tutor.
I walked over. "Quadratic equations?"
He nodded. "I don't get it."
I sat down and helped him for 20 minutes. He got it. He left smiling.
The next day, he came back with two friends. They bought cookies.
The day after that, five kids came.
Apparently, he told the school, "The lady at the bakery helps with homework."
Now, my bakery is the after-school hang-out spot. It's loud. It's messy. There are backpacks everywhere.
Yesterday, I found a note in the tip jar. It was wrapped around a $20 bill.
"Thanks for helping my son pass math. A Mom."
I'm not closing the bakery.
I think I finally found my purpose.
It's not cookies. It's community.