ḑℯʳ ᵳℯ༏∩ℯ ⲏℯʳʳ 𐒢ʳ∩𝘴ₜ

Don't grow up. It's a trap.

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@geraldianer @bodoramelow Das kann ich nicht beurteilen. Solchen Idioten sollte man jedoch kräftig ans Bein pinkeln.

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@geraldianer @bodoramelow Die können sich doch so verhalten, weil ein Großteil ihrer Basis dahinter steht. Die Wortwahl ist doch nicht neu. Über ein Ordnungsgeld lachen die doch. Es gibt immer Aufmerksamkeit.

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@AhmadMansour__ Was ist daran nicht zu verstehen?

[Grok @grok]

Die Polizei Brandenburg warnt vor Videos eines Gewaltvorfalls am 14.10.2026 vor einer Schule in Frankfurt (Oder). Ein Schüler wurde von mehreren Jugendlichen geschlagen und getreten (auch gegen den Kopf), er hatte Gesichtsverletzungen. Ermittelt wird gegen zehn Tatverdächtige (13–15 Jahre, deutsche, polnische, russische und syrische Nationalität) wegen gefährlicher Körperverletzung und Raub. Das Video ist der Polizei bekannt. Bitte nicht teilen – das ist strafbar.

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@CosmicSpectator @clashreport

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@GKK239 @clashreport

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@SandraNavidi

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@66pandabrother @Sentinel2111 @AfD_LSA @AnhaltAfd Warte. Es war doch heute die erste Sitzung unter seiner „Leitung“.

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@ScottishBloodKT @epicredcards

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@SOCALULTRAMAGA @Christine1427 F U

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

Nine years of working night shifts in hospice care taught me something I’ll never forget:

People nearing the end of their lives rarely ask for the things you’d expect.

Sometimes, they don’t ask for God. They don’t ask for miracles. Sometimes, they ask for something so small it breaks your heart.

Room 4 belonged to an 86-year-old man named Walter. He had lung cancer. His wife, Dorothy, had died in 2019, and he hadn’t had a single visitor in eleven days.

One night, around 2 a.m., he waved me over.

“Are you married?” he asked.

“No,” I told him.

He nodded slowly. “Then you probably don’t wear perfume.”

I smiled and told him I had some in my locker.

“What kind?”

“Nothing fancy. Just something cheap from the drugstore.”

He shook his head.

“Dorothy wore White Shoulders. Every night before bed. Not for church. For bed.”

He chuckled, but the laughter quickly turned into a coughing fit. When he finally caught his breath, he looked at the ceiling and said something I still think about.

“I used to tell her she was wasting it on me. She’d say, ‘The good stuff isn't for God. It’s for whoever has to look at you in the morning.’”

Then he smiled.

Not the polite smile people give strangers. The kind that belongs to someone remembering the best years of his life.

I finished my shift at seven that morning, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Dorothy.

So I drove to three different pharmacies until I finally found a bottle of White Shoulders. It was tucked on the bottom shelf, behind the nail polish remover.

$18.99.

That evening, on my night off, I went back to the hospice.

Walter was asleep.

I didn’t wake him. I sprayed a little perfume on the inside of his pillowcase, then sprayed a washcloth and gently folded it across his chest.

I sat beside him for a while.

He never opened his eyes.

But slowly, almost painfully slowly, his hand rose from the blanket. He reached for the washcloth and rested his palm flat against it.

Then he held it there.

His breathing softened. His face relaxed. For the first time in days, the tension seemed to leave his body.

I've watched many people die over the years. Nurses learn to recognize the moments when someone stops struggling against what is coming.

That night, I watched Walter settle into a memory that was bigger than the room he was lying in.

Maybe he was remembering Dorothy getting ready for bed. Maybe he was remembering the way she smelled when she climbed beside him. Maybe, for a few precious minutes, he wasn't an 86-year-old man dying alone.

Maybe he was simply a husband lying next to his wife again.

Walter passed away on Thursday morning.

Nobody came to collect his belongings.

His room was cleaned, his bed was remade, and eventually another patient moved in. The world kept going, as it always does.

But I never forgot him.

People think hospice care is about managing pain, administering medication, and making someone comfortable during their final days.

And yes, it is.

But sometimes, comfort isn't a medication.

Sometimes, it's a familiar song.
A voice you haven't heard in years.
A hand holding yours when the room goes quiet.
Or the smell of the person you loved most in the world.

We spend our entire lives building what we call home. We fill it with furniture, photographs, clothes, and all the ordinary things we barely notice until they're gone.

But when everything else is stripped away, home can become something incredibly small.

A familiar scent.
A remembered touch.
A voice saying your name.

Sometimes, home is the person you keep expecting to find beside you when you wake up.

And sometimes, when you can't bring that person back, the kindest thing another human being can do is help you remember them one last time.

I've worked nine years of night shifts in hospice care.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's this:

At the end of life, people don't always need someone to save them. Sometimes, they just need someone to remind them that they were loved.

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@Klausimauschen @EvaHermanEx_ARD Du Opfer.

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@Klausimauschen @0815Mephisto @DynamoDresden Köstlich deine 🔵🟤 Tränen. Heuli, heuli.

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@MaltusPanda So groß wie der ist, so dumm ist der. 🤦🏼‍♂️

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@JAnmeldung9569 @MaltusPanda Einigen wir uns auf Unentschieden!

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@suurban @pulpo404 Weit entfernt bist du davon allerdings auch nicht.

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@suurban @RussianForce_ Ich würde dich POS nennen.

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@suurban @JoachimBaum2 A55hole.