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Mum to one special daughter. #Senior Health Play Specialist # Hospital ❤️.one step at a time 🌈

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@criminographer Thinking of you and your heart I

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@criminographer @jellycatlondon Oh my that’s a beautiful gift to give back to both of you

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@criminographer @JonjayNeedham1 What an extraordinary photo of Alexander. Sending more hugs and strength for you to use every day xx

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@criminographer Always think of you ❤️

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@criminographer Thinking of you as you navigate your days, sharing the beauty is quite exceptional, thank you and thinking of you xx

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@criminographer The unity in your grief is magnificent and devastating. What amazing mums you both are and I hope the Roos made your heart glow.

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@criminographer What a poignant photograph. He’s so beautiful with the ice cream. Thinking of you always

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@criminographer Your beautiful little baby. I hope your trip helps you find daily joy, honouring yourself for Alexander and Isabelle

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@criminographer These are the sweetest photos. Hope you have been managing as best you can and your other 2 are keeping you wonderfully busy

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@criminographer Thinking of you and your babies.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"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

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@MrPitbull07 I love this story!!!! Well done for making a world of difference!

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@criminographer You still managed to find daily joy, and this truly is a priceless moment 🫶🏼. For the rest I am sending you strength to keep moving through this period, which I hope comes soon and then you can continue into a different patch where you get more daily joys to pull you through.❤️

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@ClaireCarmalt I love your Robin! Looking after you all day.

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@criminographer Goodness, you take my breath away with your daily battles with your heart. This is beautiful what F has done ❤️

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@isda1979 Always thinking of you

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@OlenaRohoza Yes yes yes!

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@isda1979 A magical photo. I’m so so sorry always

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@criminographer She’s absolutely beautiful and her dress matches her personality perfectly.