Anonyme : Je suis gérant d'une petite pizzeria de quartier. Samedi soir, un orage terrible s'abat sur la ville. Mon livreur, Victor, 19 ans, bosse tous les week-ends pour payer sa petite chambre d'étudiant. Il part livrer une commande de 60 euros dans les beaux quartiers.
Vingt minutes plus tard, il revient trempé jusqu'aux os, l'air abattu, avec les pizzas. "Chef, je suis désolé", me dit-il. "Le client a refusé la commande. Il a dit que j'avais 5 minutes de retard et que le carton extérieur était mouillé à cause de la pluie. Il a claqué la porte."
J'ai pris une serviette pour que Victor se sèche. J'ai pris les pizzas, je suis monté dans ma voiture et j'ai roulé jusqu'à la magnifique villa du client. J'ai sonné. Il a ouvert avec un sourire narquois : "Ah, le patron vient s'excuser en personne ?"
"Non Monsieur", je lui ai répondu. "Je viens vous dire que Victor se lève à 5h du matin pour ses études et risque sa vie en scooter sous la tempête pour que vous n'ayez pas à cuisiner. Vos 60 euros, je n'en veux pas. Par contre, votre adresse est désormais sur liste noire dans mon restaurant."
J'ai ramené les pizzas, on les a mangées toutes chaudes avec Victor dans la cuisine, et je l'ai payé triple pour sa soirée. Les jeunes qui se battent pour travailler sous la pluie méritent le respect absolu ! Partagez ce message si vous êtes fiers de la jeunesse qui travaille !
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1) "When 79-year-old George retired, he didn’t buy a golf club or a hammock. He hung a handmade sign in his garage window: “Broken things? Bring ’em here. No charge. Just tea and talk.”
His neighbors in the faded mill town of Maple Grove thought he’d lost it. “Who fixes stuff for free?” grumbled the barber. But George had a reason. His wife, Ruth, had spent decades repairing torn coats and cracked picture frames for anyone who knocked. “Waste is a habit,” she’d say. “Kindness is the cure.” She’d died the year before, and George’s hands itched to mend what she’d left behind.
The first visitor was 8-year-old Mia, dragging a plastic toy truck with a missing wheel. “Dad says we can’t afford a new one,” she mumbled. George rummaged through his toolbox, humming. An hour later, the truck rolled again—this time with a bottle cap for a wheel and a stripe of silver duct tape. “Now it’s custom ,” he winked. Mia left smiling, but her mother lingered. “Can you… fix a résumé?” she asked. “I’ve been stuck on the couch since the factory closed.”
By noon, George’s garage buzzed. A widow brought a shattered clock (“My husband wound it every Sunday”). A teen carried a leaky backpack. George fixed them all, but he didn’t work alone. Retired teachers proofread résumés. A former seamstress stitched torn backpacks. Even Mia returned, handing him a jar of jam: “Mom says thanks for the job interview.”
Then came the complaint.
“Unlicensed business,” snapped the city inspector. “You’re violating zoning laws.”
Maple Grove’s mayor, a man with a spreadsheet heart, demanded George shut down. The next morning, 40 townsfolk stood on George’s lawn, holding broken toasters, torn quilts, and protest signs: “Fix the law, not just stuff!” A local reporter filmed a segment: “Is kindness illegal?”
The mayor caved. Sort of.
“If you want to ‘fix’ things, do it downtown,” he said. “Rent the old firehouse. But no guarantees.”
The firehouse became a hive. Volunteers gutted it, painted it sunshine yellow, and dubbed it “Ruth’s Hub.” Plumbers taught plumbing. Teenagers learned to darn socks. A baker swapped muffins for repaired microwaves. The town’s waste dropped by 30%.
But the real magic? Conversations. A lonely widow fixed a lamp while a single dad patched a bike tire. They talked about Ruth. About loss. About hope.
Last week, George found a note in his mailbox. It was from Mia, now 16, interning at a robotics lab. “You taught me to see value in broken things. I’m building a solar-powered prosthetic arm. PS: The truck still runs!”
Today, 12 towns across the state have “Fix-It Hubs.” None charge money. All serve tea.
Funny, isn’t it? How a man with a screwdriver can rebuild a world."
Let this story reach more hearts...
Credit: SYJ
This Jewish girl escaped Hitler & deceived the Nazis by operating a fake German radio station in the UK.
Unbeknownst to them, her own parents were listening in to their daughter's deception operation.
This is the story of Brigitte Eisner & her WW2 work at Milton Bryan:
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It would be so so helpful if you could retweet my May botanical illustration & mental health workshop in my previous tweet if you have a few seconds. I've been unable to work since December due to a breakdown (not remotely proud of this) and I'm trying to get back on my feet so if you could RT it would help enormously. I so love teaching people how to draw & how it changes brain biochemistry resulting in better mental health 🌿
The face of the most extraordinary courage, fired by righteous anger and powered by a strong sense of justice for all women and girls.
We all owe a debt to Gisele Pelicot for her bravery and grace.
Wood pigeon slippers, felted wool.
Made and sold by Darka Yarka on Etsy.
A snip at £122.08 including delivery.
To be fair they'd be delivered from Ukraine.
Really don’t post enough #RuralGrimArt 🚜 😍
*Friendly reminder to newcomers & the understandably confused #grim is a celebratory term in this space #SeeTheBio 😉
Standing Shepherd (Pastel) by Welsh artist, Keith Bowen
(b. 1950) 🏴
Today marks the 83rd anniversary of the Babyn Yar tragedy.
On September 29-30, 1941, in just two days, the Nazis shot over 30,000 Jews in Kyiv. Entire families—men, children, women, even those pregnant—were forced to walk down the "Road of Death" to the ravine. The scale of this evil is still hard to perceive.
In total, approximately 100,000 people were killed at Babyn Yar during the Nazi occupation. Nearly the entire Jewish community of Kyiv was murdered, along with those who tried to save them. Other nationalities also fell victims.
Babyn Yar is a terrifying symbol, showing that the most heinous crimes occur when the world chooses to ignore, remain silent, stay indifferent, and lacks the determination to stand up against evil.
When the eyes of the world are closed, humanity loses.
Babyn Yar is vivid proof of the atrocities that regimes are capable of when led by leaders who rely on intimidation and violence. At any time, they are no different. But the world's response should be different. This is the lesson the world should have learned. We must guard humanity, life, and justice.
We must defend ourselves against evil.
Eternal memory to all the victims of the Nazis. Eternal condemnation to everyone guilty of the murders at Babyn Yar.
Entering Oxford. Feeling a rush of emotions.
I just left Amsterdam, where my aunt lives. She told me that my education was revenge.
Vengeance against her father, who banned women of our family from school, vengeance against the Taliban, and those who fear an educated woman.
I will not be gagged on a point of principle. And I am not prepared to play games behind closed doors.
If @RishiSunak s Party wants to retry and replay the #coconuttrial despite the acquittal of #MariehaHussain , the clear legal findings and the overwhelming expert witness testimonies then I wish to do so publicly and transparently.
It would be unfair to do this whilst continuing to take the @Conservatives whip.
I realise I have the priviledge of platform and I have decided to exercise that privilege by speaking truth to power.
97 people were unlawfully killed at Hillsborough. But it took decades to uncover the truth. Families never gave up to ensure that those affected by future tragedies hear the truth and are treated with respect and dignity.
The Taliban ban everything related to women.
Afghan women's response:
#BanTaliban
Spread their #️⃣ worldwide against gender apartheid in Taliban-ruled Afghanistan.
An Afghanistan free from terrorism and extremism will directly contribute to international peace and security.
This is T/Assistant Chief Constable Matt Longman and he is coming under attack from former Defence Secretary Ben Wallace simply because he is doing his best to tackle illegal fox hunting.
RT this post in a show of support for Matt’s work!
The bravery of Gisèle Pelicot is having ripple effects in ways she will never know. At the Justice Defense Fund we have had survivors, inspired by Gisele, coming forward who were unconscious and raped on film, who have decided it’s finally time to hold their abusers accountable.