⭐️Vaccinated only against pocks and polio⭐️ Von der Alternativen Liste zur 💙Alternative für Deutschland ⭐️Clinical psychologist and therapist with diploma
Ich laufe nachts durch einen Stadtpark in Polen. Junge Frauen kommen mir entgegen, gekleidet in Mini-Röcken. Es ist bereits nach 22:00 Uhr. Es scheint, als wäre das die absolute Normalität. Ich komme gerade aus Deutschland und kann diese Normalität kaum begreifen.
Selbst ein Kind spielt mit dem Ball, während die Mama sich freut. Der Stadtpark ist sauber und sicher. Ich denke an ein paar Tage zurück in Deutschland. Was bitte haben wir aus Deutschland gemacht? Was bitte haben wir aus unserer Heimat gemacht?
Respekt und Nationalstolz
Freunde von uns waren zwei Wochen in den USA, in Texas, denn sie haben dort Verwandtschaft.
Eines Abends waren sie in einem Diner, als ein alter Mann mit einem Baseballcap reinkommt.
So weit, so gut.
Nur auf den Cap stand“ Vietnam Veteran“ und dann passierte das, was in unserem abgefuckten Land nie passieren würde.
Da alles voll war, ging der alte Herr zur Bar und wurde auf dem Weg dahin immer wieder mit „ Danke, das sie gedient haben“ von den Anwesenden gegrüßt. An der Bar trank er ein Bier und als ein Platz frei war bestellte er sich ein schönes Steak. Als er fertig war wollte er zahlen, aber die Kellnerin winkte ab, es wäre schon alles von einem Gast geregelt worden.
So sieht Respekt gegenüber den Alten in Amerika aus!
Und vor jedem Haus hängt das ganze Jahr über die US Flagge. Vor jedem Haus!
Warum geht das alles nicht bei uns?
Why does no one care?
In Africa, black Christian kids as young as 4 years old are being sold inside bags as slaves by Muslim slave traders.
The media, progressives, Palestinian protesters, the UN, and even the Pope remain silent.
My husband and I found her near a dumpster, in a place where no puppy should ever be.
My husband and I found her near a dumpster, in a place where no puppy should ever be.
She was curled up beside the trash, shaking so hard her tiny body could barely stay still. When we got close, she did not even try to run. She just looked at us with tired, uncertain eyes.
Then we saw her front leg.
It was barely hanging there. She could not put any weight on it. Every time she tried to move, the softest cry came out, the kind that breaks your heart because it is almost too quiet to hear. This grayish blue pit bull puppy, strong by nature, looked so small and fragile in that moment.
Abandoned. Injured. Left there like she did not matter.
We did not hesitate. We picked her up.
She did not fight. She did not bark. She simply rested her head against my husband's chest as if she had been waiting for someone to come back for her.
The drive home from the vet is a picture I will never forget. Her little pit bull body wrapped in a bright blue bandana. Her eyes heavy. Her face so serious for a puppy who should only know toys and naps. She lay silently in my arms in the car, watching everything, as if she was not sure yet whether this new world was safe.
But it is.
The vet told us it will take time for her leg. There may be therapy. Maybe even surgery. Healing will not be quick. But pit bulls are strong, and this little girl has the heart of a fighter.
What we know for sure is this. She will never see a dumpster again.
Now she has a soft bed. A warm blanket. Gentle hands that hold her. Two humans whispering “you are safe” again and again until she falls asleep.
And we are starting to see it. The tiniest tail wag. The softest spark returning to her eyes. The beginning of trust.
People judged her breed before they even knew her story.
But to us, Bella is not a stereotype.
She is resilience.
She is loyalty.
She is love.
She is a treasure.
No matter how long it takes to heal that little leg, her heart already has a home.
Credit: Everything Sina Now via Fb