Missy Moore

sports fan, dog lover, TCU grad

[KillerFrogs.com (TCU On SI) @Killer_Frogs]

Down 13–0 in the 3rd. An entire half left to play, and the stands are sparse.

That should concern everyone who cares about this program.

We’re still here. We’re still pulling for the Frogs. And win or lose today, this statement stands. 💜

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@CJNitkowski Loved it! Matty V’s the best and I thought you and Kruk worked really well together. Well done!!

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@brextonbusch @SERVPRO @Lucas_Oil @forthepeople @StarKistCharlie @MacTools38 @cheddarskitchen @SparcoOfficial Congratulations!! So very proud of you!!

[MACtion @MACSports]

Official Statement Regarding Western Michigan - Michigan Football Game

🗒️: https://t.co/eYw49T9ABR

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@juicyrosie23 Its the sport of Kings, better than diamond rings…

[Christian Stegmaier @cstegmaier]

Assuming Ted Turner’s funeral will start at 7:05 pm.

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@TCU_Athletics @FBCoachP @TCUFootball @TCU @NFFNetwork @TCUFrogClub @Big12Conference Congrats, @FBCoachP!! So well deserved!!

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@JennaLaineESPN @LauraRutledge 1000%

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@dustinrhodes That would be amazing! You have to keep us posted on Beast’s reaction. Can’t wait to see them together and the absolute size difference!!

[Murphy To The Hall @MurphyToTheHall]

The Contemporary Baseball Era Committee votes TODAY on Dale Murphy's Hall of Fame destiny.

It's time for Cooperstown to make this right. Let's make some noise - use #MurphyToTheHall and show the committee that Murph belongs!

[Super 70s Sports @Super70sSports]

The Hall of Fame Era Committee meets this Sunday, December 7th. Dale Murphy needs 12 of 16 votes. You never know who will see this and their vote may be the one that puts Murph over the top. Please retweet if you love Murph and believe he deserves to be honored in Cooperstown.

[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

[Missy Moore @mgm805]

@TrevAlberts Proud of you!

[Shooter McGavin @ShooterMcGavin]

Cam Skatteboo returning to the play for the Giants next Sunday

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@CC_Sabathia Proud of you!!

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@MLBNetwork

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@tyromper The cute smile is gonna break some hearts ❤️❤️

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@Clint_Foster55 Amen!

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@FBCoachP still miss you on the sidelines 🥹

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@ScottPresler Yet another reason to admire you. Go, Scott!!