Mary Jo Heiberger

Technology Integration Specialist at a P/K-8 Catholic School, Life Long Learner, Wife, Mother of 3, M. Ed. Instructional Technology #MIEE

[Jamie Clark @XpatEducator]

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[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

NOBODY FIGHTS ALONE: 80 players, 80 flowers, and one incredible woman whose fight through chemo reminds us all what real courage looks like.

She’s never missed a JV or Varsity football game.

[Mary Jo Heiberger @mjh0331]

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[Coworkeroftruth @coworkeroftruth]

I expect a million likes and reposts. Are there any baptized Catholics on Twitter who will repost the truth?

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@SkyVirginSon Amen

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@CarmeliteAnna @SCRosaries @ericarmusik This is so beautiful!

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@Vitus_oss 🙏

[Diocese of Joliet @DioceseofJoliet]

Blessings to the 37 pilgrims from the Diocese of Joliet who recently traveled to Rome to celebrate the Jubilee of Youth with Pope Leo XIV!

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

This is so wholesome a thread 🧵

1) "My parents have been married for 75 years but few have noticed. Most of their friends have died. I contacted 6 local news stations and the Union Tribune newspaper giving details so they could do a story on their lives. Not one response from anyone. I think living into your 90's and staying married 75 years is quite an accomplishment. If you agree, please like and share my post. I want to show them people do care."

Credit Eileen Atkinson

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

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1) "When 79-year-old George retired, he didn’t buy a golf club or a hammock. He hung a handmade sign in his garage window: “Broken things? Bring ’em here. No charge. Just tea and talk.”

His neighbors in the faded mill town of Maple Grove thought he’d lost it. “Who fixes stuff for free?” grumbled the barber. But George had a reason. His wife, Ruth, had spent decades repairing torn coats and cracked picture frames for anyone who knocked. “Waste is a habit,” she’d say. “Kindness is the cure.” She’d died the year before, and George’s hands itched to mend what she’d left behind.

The first visitor was 8-year-old Mia, dragging a plastic toy truck with a missing wheel. “Dad says we can’t afford a new one,” she mumbled. George rummaged through his toolbox, humming. An hour later, the truck rolled again—this time with a bottle cap for a wheel and a stripe of silver duct tape. “Now it’s custom ,” he winked. Mia left smiling, but her mother lingered. “Can you… fix a résumé?” she asked. “I’ve been stuck on the couch since the factory closed.”

By noon, George’s garage buzzed. A widow brought a shattered clock (“My husband wound it every Sunday”). A teen carried a leaky backpack. George fixed them all, but he didn’t work alone. Retired teachers proofread résumés. A former seamstress stitched torn backpacks. Even Mia returned, handing him a jar of jam: “Mom says thanks for the job interview.”

Then came the complaint.

“Unlicensed business,” snapped the city inspector. “You’re violating zoning laws.”

Maple Grove’s mayor, a man with a spreadsheet heart, demanded George shut down. The next morning, 40 townsfolk stood on George’s lawn, holding broken toasters, torn quilts, and protest signs: “Fix the law, not just stuff!” A local reporter filmed a segment: “Is kindness illegal?”

The mayor caved. Sort of.

“If you want to ‘fix’ things, do it downtown,” he said. “Rent the old firehouse. But no guarantees.”

The firehouse became a hive. Volunteers gutted it, painted it sunshine yellow, and dubbed it “Ruth’s Hub.” Plumbers taught plumbing. Teenagers learned to darn socks. A baker swapped muffins for repaired microwaves. The town’s waste dropped by 30%.

But the real magic? Conversations. A lonely widow fixed a lamp while a single dad patched a bike tire. They talked about Ruth. About loss. About hope.

Last week, George found a note in his mailbox. It was from Mia, now 16, interning at a robotics lab. “You taught me to see value in broken things. I’m building a solar-powered prosthetic arm. PS: The truck still runs!”

Today, 12 towns across the state have “Fix-It Hubs.” None charge money. All serve tea.

Funny, isn’t it? How a man with a screwdriver can rebuild a world."

Let this story reach more hearts...

Credit: SYJ

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@MrPitbull07 Happy Birthday Joseph!

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@Therapyquotes_ Amen

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Bl. Carlo Acutis https://t.co/lQv6rIfDw0

[Mary Jo Heiberger @mjh0331]

@jppalmCBS So sorry to hear this. Looked forward to your posts for a very long time.

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@Holy__Bible1 I love Jesus ❤️❤️❤️