Carol Bennett came back from the pump and found a brown stray sitting in the passenger seat of her old Buick. For a second, she didn’t move. The door was still open, the gas hose was still in the tank, and the dog sat there like he had been waiting to see if she would send him away. Carol had seen him for weeks at the little gas station outside Tupelo. He usually stayed near the far edge of the lot, close to the ditch behind the air machine. People left food sometimes, but he wouldn’t come close while anyone was watching. She noticed him because she had started stopping there more often after her husband, Tom, passed. The house felt too quiet in the evenings, so Carol would take the long way into town, buy a coffee she didn’t need, and sit in the car for a few minutes before going home. The passenger seat had been Tom’s spot for 42 years. That was where he kept the road map, where he opened peanut packs on long drives, where he complained that Carol’s coffee was always too hot and then asked for a sip anyway. The first time the dog came near the Buick, Carol thought it was only because of the food smell. Then he came back the next week. And the week after that. He never jumped, never begged, never tried to follow her inside. He just stood near the passenger side and watched. That evening, Carol must have left the door open while she went to pay. When she turned around, he was already in the seat. The dog looked at her with his head low, unsure what came next. Carol walked over slowly, keeping her voice soft. “I’ve seen you here every week,” she told him. “Come on, honey. You’re coming home with me.” No one at the station knew where he belonged. A vet found no chip, and nobody answered the notices Carol put up around town. She named him Rusty. Now when Carol drives into town, Rusty rides in Tom’s old seat with his nose pointed at the window. And when she pulls back into the driveway, the house doesn’t feel quite so empty anymore. Have you ever had an animal come into your life when you didn’t know how badly you needed one?
The Cubs just drafted Myles Bailey.
He missed most of the 2026 with an injury and slid in the draft. Multiple people on the broadcast claimed he has the best raw power in the draft.
Here’s a 118 mph, 468 ft home run of his:
Today in 1984, the best second baseman in baseball took the best closer in baseball deep in consecutive innings on national television. I hope Ryno and Bruce Sutter are hanging out today in heaven having more fun than any of us sharing stories.
POETRY IN ACTION: A Lufthansa Boeing 747 departing San Francisco shot from a drone! ✈️
A stunning view of the Queen of the Skies as she powers out of SFO.
📹: Eric Thurber | ericgtr12
The track fell silent as hope began to fade. Jockey Kosei Miura stayed beside the injured horse, refusing to walk away. Then, in an unforgettable moment, the horse rose to its feet—and the grandstand erupted in applause. 🐎❤️
A moment that reminded everyone what heart and resilience truly look like.
#Japan #HorseRacing #Respect #Inspiration
It's 45 years to the day since Seb Coe set his British 800m record of 1:41.73 in Florence 🇬🇧
That mark still stands today and no British man outside of Coe has recorded a sub-1:42 mark over two laps 🏃
Coe's 1:41.73 in 1981 was a world record, which lasted for 16 years until Wilson Kipketer clocked 1:41.24 (an outright WR) in 1997 🌍
90% of the soldiers on the first boats to hit the beach didn't live to see the end of the day. Look at those faces. Some of them never made it to 18.
Never forget that they paid the ultimate price for our freedom. We live our lives the way we do because of them.
Dude trips right before crossing the line and getting the W against The Freeze. I haven’t seen a case of yips since Rick Ankiel pitched for the Cardinals.