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[marabe @marzakGb]

@cutsarina5 80 thn merdeka emang blm bs kelola tambang?

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The man who practiced his saxophone every morning in the park and got a rare fan.

[marabe @marzakGb]

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[Gayri @itsgayri]

75 USD ~ 48 Hours 🩵

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[Catarina Senora Gatita @WyattCatarina]

Yes they do know us and no it's NOT AI 😻😻😻

[Nature is Amazing ☘️ @AMAZlNGNATURE]

Capybaras safely crossing the road.

[The Figen @TheFigen_]

What a beautiful picture and the lil dog knows he has to get in the backpack.
That backpack is worth more than the best designer handbag.

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I'll send 40 usdt in the next 46 hours, just repost this and foIIow @ScottLEOWarrior repost and like his pinned. [BG 72]

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I have learnt alot in my life and let me tell you to all the men out there struggling mentally, never be ashamed to open up too your pals... They would rather listen to your problems than be at your funeral

It's okay not to be okay 👊🏼

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Boat owners moving a large floating island out of the way on Wisconsin's Lake Chippewa

[Gayri @itsgayri]

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[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

Hundreds of cars drove past the double amputee sitting by his tent, ignoring the hero in the wheelchair. One biker finally hit the brakes and refused to look away.

Sergeant Walter, 91, wears his Vietnam Veteran cap every day. It's the one piece of dignity he has left. He lost both his legs years ago, complications from old injuries and the hard life on the concrete. For the last decade, he has lived in a tent on the side of a busy road. He's become part of the background—people walk by, look at their phones, and pretend not to see the wheelchair or the man fading away inside it.

Jax, a large biker with a heavy beard and leather cut, was stopped at the red light. He looked over and saw the empty pant legs and the weary look in Walter's eyes. He didn't wait for the light to change. He pulled his bike onto the sidewalk, cut the engine, and walked over. He didn't stand over the old man; he dropped to his knees on the dirty pavement to look him in the eye.

"Sir, you're a hero," Jax said, his voice shaking with emotion as he took the veteran's hand. "You shouldn't be out here, not like this. Please, let me help you. I can't just ride away and forget I saw you."

Walter looked at the big man, stunned. Tears welled up in his tired eyes. "Son," he whispered, his voice raspy from lack of use. "I've been out here a long time. Folks don't stop. You're the first in a while."

Jax tightened his grip on Walter's hand, fighting back his own tears. "Then let me be the one to change it." Jax didn't just offer words. He called his club brothers, who were riding a few miles behind. Within thirty minutes, they had packed up Walter's tent. They didn't take him to a crowded city shelter. The club sponsored a private room at a local veteran's lodge, paid in full for the year. Walter slept in a clean, warm bed that night, not because the government stepped in, but because one stranger refused to leave a soldier behind.

[marabe @marzakGb]

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[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

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True love of dog🥰💖

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[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

A Vermont man jumped into an icy river to save a dog fighting for its life. His bravery paid off, the dog was rescued and reunited with its owner, and is already recovering. Humanity still wins. 🙌❤️

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