Julie Armas

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@ShemekaMichelle The best response I've seen. Prayers for the mamas.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@CourtTV Your panel is embarassment. Just stop. "He only used the knife one time"? One time was all it took to kill an unarmed kid.

[Momsplaining is my job @Momsplaining101]

Welcome to America where you can be sued for not having ADA bathrooms but also kill a person who might be disabled before they’re born.

[Sophie ♂ @asophiething]

I guess I’m pro-life now. I’ve always felt women should have a choice but look how that freedom is used. To kill babies because they’re going to be male. To kill babies because they’re going to have abnormalities. To kill babies as a form of birth control.

It’s demonic.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@HeidiBriones You also need to know that endometriosis makes you more likely to develop ovarian cancer, particularly clear cell, and yes even though your girl parts have been removed it can still show up. Stay vigilant.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@SenAdamSchiff This is so disgusting. You should be ashamed.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@LargeFamDad Victim mentality

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

All I know, is that I’m on the side that doesn’t kill anyone, nor celebrates the killing of anyone, nor fantasizes about the killing of anyone...

…just for winning an election

That’s what side I’m on.

[Justin Ferguson @JFergusonAU]

the national champs

[Drunk Aubie @DrunkAubie]

We really won two basketball championships over the weekend. Who has it better than us?

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@claydhenson @ByJustinLee Players jersey numbers

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@HARRISFAULKNER Auburn or Georgia Tech are the best choices!

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

NAILED IT!

Democrats should be ashamed of themselves.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@TheFreelyAshley Yes, It’s part of the business of being an adult.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@SacramentoKings Congratulations Dylan! You will always be Mr Auburn to me! 🧡💙

[Bruce Pearl @coachbrucepearl]

In DC this week and joined the Save Women's Sports Rally hosted by @A1Policy on the steps of the Supreme Court.

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@washingtonpost This is the funniest thing I have read all day! Please stay on top of this breaking story 🤣

[Julie Armas @jarmas71]

@krassenstein @realDonaldTrump Oh shut up

[SheritAU 🦅🧡💙✈️🤙🏼🅿️ @SheriThompson1]

Losing record.
Thanksgiving break.
Cupcake Saturday.
Auburn people love Auburn.
War Damn.

[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