Dree-Anna

Here 4 the daily anthropology lesson. Music is gr8 4 when words aren’t enough. Jus lstn 2 each otha, u’r more alike than u realize! It’s ok to change your mind.

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

Soul For Real - Candy Rain https://t.co/U1rX4iaoeB via @YouTube

[Kelly McIntosh @KellyKatharin]

Kingston needs to be greened.

Plant trees... not palm trees though. Do living roofs and walls. Too much radiant heat making people hot & sick in Kingston. Gotta make this happen via policy. New developments must be compelled to include trees. Kingston is a pizza oven.

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@wrbluepearl @Krissa_Kray_ Put a shelf under the sink just a regular floating shelf

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@rn_livi @HarrisThePilot Yeh 😝 caah you can not because you cyah patois is lovely ain’t it!

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@rn_livi @HarrisThePilot He said you Can write, said you need a publicist to get your work out there mama
I agree your storytelling is great 😊

[Miyandy @Amahashi_]

I worked 20 years for a child sex trafficking rescue group. I want you to know this:

90% of Lost Children Are Found Within 30 Minutes.

That statistic should both comfort you and wake you up.

Most lost children are found quickly. But the ones who aren’t? They usually made one mistake.

And here’s the uncomfortable truth:

It’s often the exact thing most parents teach them.

We tell our kids:

“If you get lost, come find me.”

It sounds logical. It sounds empowering.

It’s WRONG!

The Mistake Most Lost Children Make:

When children realize they’re separated, they do three things almost automatically:

They panic.
They wander.
They try to find you.

Every step makes them harder to locate.

From a search standpoint, movement creates chaos.

Parents retrace their steps.
Security scans zones.
Staff lock down areas.

Search works best when movement stops.

When a child keeps walking, they move outside the original search radius. Helpers are looking where they were last seen — not where they’ve wandered.

Stillness increases probability.

Movement expands the problem.

The first lesson is not “go find me.”

It’s this:

Stop. Stay. Yell.

Why Stillness Wins:

Think like a search team.

If a child stays put:

Parents can retrace steps.
Security can scan systematically.
Helpers converge to one fixed location.
The search radius remains small.
If a child keeps moving:

The search area expands.
Adults pass each other.
Missed connections multiply.
Minutes stretch into hours.
Stillness keeps the math on your side.

Teach Them Who to Approach:

The second mistake we make as parents?

We say, “Find an adult.”

Not any adult. Not the nearest stranger. Children need a filter.

Teach them to look for, if at all possible:

A mother with children.

Caregivers who already have kids with them are statistically among the safest people to approach in public settings. They are visible, stationary, and more likely to engage quickly.

It’s a clear, concrete instruction.

Children don’t process vague categories like “safe adult.”

They process visuals.

“Find a mom with kids” is visual.

A Phone Only Helps If the Number Is Known:

We often assume phones solve everything.

They don’t — unless your child can use one. Even young children can memorize a 10-digit phone number with repetition.

But you must train it.

Practice it like a song.

Sing it in the car.
Chant it at bedtime.
Turn it into rhythm.

Repetition becomes recall.

In an emergency, recall matters more than theory.

The Code Word Rule:

One more layer of protection.

Choose a private family code word.

Something only your household knows.

If someone approaches and says:

“Your mom sent me.”

Your child asks:

“What’s the code word?”

No word.
No go.

This simple rule eliminates manipulation attempts instantly.

It gives your child agency without requiring them to evaluate character.

Real Safety Is Training — Not Luck!

We don’t get safer by hoping.

We get safer by practicing.

Teach:

• Phone number
• Code word
• Stop, stay, yell
• Find a mom with kids

Multiple skills.
Simple instructions.
Clear visuals.

Five minutes of training can replace hours of panic. This isn’t about fear. It’s about preparation.

Because when a child gets separated, the clock starts.

And what they do in the first minute determines what the next thirty look like.

That’s real protection.

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@yvessirae His and hers

[hot amala @nai_just_living]

I want the kind of money that lets me show up for my people. Even if I can’t fix everything, i want to at least soften the moment. To send food. To send transport fare. To send ice-cream money on a hard day.
I’m tired of only saying “sorry.”

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@anymanfitness Recipe

[microplastics nanobubbler @facetedcarapace]

Idk if this is useful but people will typically attack you by calling you the thing they are most afraid of and compliment you by telling you the thing they would most like to hear about themselves.

[Sophia ❣️ @KeruboSk]

This girl on TikTok said, “take care of yourself so you don’t become a hater”
A lot of women don’t realize that the hate they throw at other women is just unhealed envy. You’re not mad at her, you’re mad that you want to do what she’s doing but you haven’t had the energy, motivation, or mindset to start.

And that’s okay. But you have to be real with yourself. Because watching another woman put in work and glow from the inside out shouldn’t make you bitter, it should inspire you to work on yourself.

[King Arthur Fan @brandilwells]

I notice too 🤓

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@JamaicanHemlock 😂

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@aishamadeit The nanny named Fran had some banging outfits

[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

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@ray_dunkley Hmmm let me get ready to listen

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@OgLakyn The Series on Amazon prime Upload shows a very similar concept and all the pitfalls

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@cezbuelto @uncle876 Hey do you have info about the knoxwood area I haven’t been able to hear from that area

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@MissSassbox Botched Presents: Plastic Surgery Rewind

[Doña .∞. @_Tarrraaa]

I believe it’s time for a conversation to be had about Panama and the expectations people have when going down there…particularly first timers.

[Dree-Anna @Melidudree]

@BruceWilliams__ I would read that too not only because I agree lol