This woman was out of town when her doorbell camera went off.
It was three little boys asking if they could use her basketball hoop to play.
She told them yes but that her ball was inside the house so if they went and found a ball they could play.
She said she didn’t know who they were or where they lived but they could use her basketball hoop anytime so that they have a safe place to play.
She is even considering buying a new rim for them. What a lady! And those boys were so polite and considerate, and that last little boy - “Thank you. You’re nice.”❤️
If kids came to your door and were polite and considerate would you let them use your basketball hoop to play?
Moe-chan spotting the bigger monkeys getting aggressive... without a second thought, she tucks little Punch-kun safely in her arms and runs 🥹💕
Even when she falls, she never lets him go. That’s real big sister protection right there 🐒❤️
Who else has a sibling like this? Drop a ❤️ if you felt this.
I was fired today. Well, laid off. "Budget cuts," my boss said. I packed my box. I was terrified. I have a mortgage. As I walked to the elevator, the CEO—the big boss who never talks to anyone—stepped in with me. "You're Sarah, right?" he asked. "Yes sir." "You stayed late last month to help the interns fix that presentation. You didn't ask for overtime." I nodded, surprised he knew. "I can't stop the layoffs," he said. "Board's decision. But I made a phone call." The elevator dinged. He handed me a card. "My friend runs a firm across town. He's expecting your call at 9 AM tomorrow. He needs a manager who cares about people. The pay is 20% higher." I stared at him. "Why?" "Because you held the door for the cleaning lady every single morning," he said. "I notice things." Character is what you do when you think no one is watching.
Credit: Nancy brooks
Not sure if this is a thing everywhere, but seniors give their jerseys to the teachers who had the greatest impact on their lives. Thank you to the teachers who really make a difference in these kids' lives.
I kept texting my ex-coworker after she quit. Just memes. Funny stuff from the office. “You’re missing this chaos.” She’d reply with laughing emojis. We did this for months. Then she stopped responding. I figured she moved on. Made new friends. Forgot about our inside jokes.
Kept sending memes anyway. Once a week. No responses. Just kept going. Felt stupid but couldn’t stop. She’d been my work best friend. Only person who got my humor.
Six months of silence. Then one day. “I’m so sorry I haven’t replied. I’ve been in treatment. Depression got really bad after I left that job. Your memes were the only thing that made me smile some days. I’d read them in group therapy. Saved every single one. They kept me going”
I sat at my desk crying. Had no idea she was struggling. No idea those stupid memes mattered. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She replied. “I couldn’t tell anyone. But knowing you were still thinking of me. Still trying to make me laugh. It helped more than you know”
We meet for coffee now. Once a month. She’s doing better. Showed me her phone. Folder labeled “Hope.” Every meme I sent. Hundreds of them. “On bad days I scroll through these. Remind myself someone cared enough to keep trying.”
I still send memes. But now she responds. And now I know they matter more than I thought.
—Jake M., Texas