"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
Oh my. I don't usually post politics but this insult to a reporter just doing her job by The President of the United States is so crude and disappointing. The clap back by Miss Piggy is a classy, intelligent response even if she is a Muppet character.
🏆🏆Brilliant take down … from the real Miss Piggy
Dearest Donald,
It is moi, Miss Piggy, and I am writing because you have committed a sin so grotesque, so tasteless, so fundamentally idiotic that even the Muppet chickens gasped. You called a reporter—an intelligent, courageous, unflinching professional—“piggy.”
Let’s pause, darling.
Let’s breathe.
Let’s let the stupidity of that choice settle into the air like the unmistakable scent of a bargain-bin cologne worn by a man who thinks intimidation is a personality.
You were asked about the Epstein files. A serious question. A necessary question. A question every decent human with a pulse should want answered. And instead of behaving like anything resembling an adult, you snapped. You barked. You lashed out like a startled sewer rat cornered under a bridge with too much hairspray and not enough self-control.
You didn’t insult her.
You exposed yourself.
She stood there in the truth.
You stood there in panic.
She held the line.
You lost your mind.
And then—mon dieu—you invoked moi.
You said “piggy.”
At a woman who was doing her job with more professionalism in one sentence than you have shown in your entire, overcooked, chaotic lifetime.
There is ONE Piggy.
ONE.
And she does not answer to you.
I built that name with talent, beauty, star power, and a legendary karate chop feared by icons and monsters alike. You? You hurl it as an insult because a woman dared to speak to you without bowing first. How fragile you must be to crumble under the weight of a question delivered by someone infinitely stronger than you have ever been.
That reporter showed courage. She showed integrity. She showed the world what a real professional looks like. Meanwhile, you flailed like a collapsing parade float struggling to stay inflated. You weren’t “fighting back.” You weren’t “being tough.” You were simply terrified. Terrified of a woman, a microphone, and the truth you keep trying to stuff into a closet full of your old scandals.
Calling her “piggy” didn’t diminish her. It diminished you.
It made you look cheap.
It made you look weak.
It made you look like a coward thrashing in quicksand of your own making.
And let’s be clear: A man who calls a woman “piggy” because he cannot withstand a factual question is not strong. He is not clever. He is not bold.
He is a big, loud, pathetic problem. A problem the size of a collapsing casino.
A problem wrapped in insecurity, hairspray, and whatever the hell those suits are made of—polyester? denial? both?
So here is your final lesson from moi:
The reporter you tried to belittle stands taller today than you ever have.
She asked for truth.
You served up fear.
She did her job.
You embarrassed yourself.
She kept her dignity.
You lost yours somewhere between the plane door and your next tantrum.
My name is not your shield.
My title is not your insult.
You are not worthy to utter the word “Piggy” unless you are referring to your own reflection.
Consider this your warning, your education, and your verbal karate chop to the soul:
Do not use my name to attack a woman who is braver than you.
Do not weaponize my legacy to mask your cowardice.
And do not mistake your insecurity for strength.
You wanted to shame her.
Instead, you shamed yourself.
Furiously, fabulously, and forever out of your league,
Miss. Piggy
Mike Pence: "We gotta be careful about putting America on trial whenever we see evil overtake the heart of any individual. In this case, absent additional facts, there's one person responsible for Charlie Kirk's assassination."
Thank you Grok. Maybe some Republicans will read this and calm down. I am all for capitalism, innovation and and the other mainstream issues listed. I love America and glad to be here .
Mainstream Democrats push regulated capitalism: progressive taxes, expanded welfare (e.g., ACA healthcare, child tax credits), union support, clean energy subsidies—all within private markets. No calls for abolishing private property or worker-owned production.
Socialist parties (e.g., Socialist International) seek mixed economies with public ownership, worker co-ops, and global wealth redistribution—some overlap in social justice, but Dems stop short of nationalization.
Communist parties (e.g., China's CCP) demand centralized state control, class elimination via vanguard rule—Dem policies are worlds apart, emphasizing democracy and markets.
In short, Dems are social democrats, not socialists or communists. Labeling them as such is hyperbolic fearmongering.
I've told my family...NO FUNERAL.
I don't want them to be forced to buy a dress or suit. Sit around a whole afternoon grieving.
I want them to take the "funeral money" and rent the biggest place at the beach it will afford for a week. The beach is my happy place. Everyone can take whatever bereavement they are afforded at their job, drive to the beach, and pick a room. Enjoy a couple of days at the beach on me. My last gift to my family and friends. Pick up a pretty shell and lie it next to the box that holds my ash remains. Enjoy companionship and fun memories.
@SAScharschmidt @DrNeilStone I worked as a nurse for almost 50 years in many traumatic and unbelievable stressful situations. Healthcare workers need a way to have a healthy way to let off steam. You can laugh or cry. Both can help. I applaud those found some healthy decompression.
BREAKING: Research into Pediatric Brain Cancer is essentially being shutdown by a brilliant research team because of Trump’s actions against the NIH.
Vice Chair of Research for Neurosurgery at UMass Chan Medical School, Dr. Rachael Sirianni just published this letter to the public:
“This is horrible to post, but I may as well post it. We are essentially shutting down research operations in my group, which is focused on treatments for pediatric brain cancer. I’m a well funded investigator, and there’s no choice. Science can’t function without the stability of NIH. Want to keep clarifying that my lab is not closing, and I am not leaving academia. We are stopping most of our experimental work.
“What’s happening to our country is inexcusable and much of the damage is already irreparable. We will continue with data collection for a recently funded grant that came from a private foundation. There will be no pursuit of new ideas for now. We will continue with data collection for a recently funded grant that came from a private foundation. There will be no pursuit of new ideas for now.”
🚨NEW: Elon Musk has called Senator Mark Kelly (D-AZ) a “traitor” after visiting Ukraine this weekend. Kelly is a 25-year U.S. Navy pilot veteran and retired astronaut.
RETWEET if you stand with @CaptMarkKelly against Elon Musk’s unpatriotic attacks!
It’s not “America First” to pull the rug out from under an ally and leave their people to die. This kind of foreign policy will end with no one in the world trusting America. Our alliances give us strength and the damage being done makes our country weaker and us all less safe.
Guess what?
The American people do not want the United States to act as a predator toward Canada.
The American people do not want to make it easier for Russia to kill Ukrainians.
The American people do not want to insult NATO allies who have fought and bled with us.
@DrNeilStone I had a dear friend who went to Lesotho for 10 years to help with endemic HIV situation. She wrote a horse to get into the more rural areas to provide HIV medical and education to reduce stigma. It is a real place with real people.
@TeamCavuto Neil, you are the only anchor i would watch or trust on Fox news. I appreciated your honesty, calmness, and integrity. Good luck to you in your future endeavors.