A father told his daughter, "Congrats on your graduation. I bought you a car a while back. I want you to have it now."
Before I give it to you, take it to a car dealer in the city and sell it. See how much they offer.”
The girl came back to her father & said: "They offered me $10,000 dollars because it looks very old"
Father said: "Ok, now take it to the pawn shop".
The girl returns to her father & said: "The pawn shop offered $1,000 dollars because it's a very old car & a lot of work done".
The father told her to join a passionate car club with experts & show them the car.
The girl drove to the passionate car club.
She returned to her father after a few hours & told him, “Some people in the club offered me $100k because its a rare car that's in good condition.”
Then the father said, "I wanted to let you know that you are not worth anything if you are not in the right place. If you are not appreciated, do not be angry, that means you are in the wrong place. Don't stay in a place where no one sees your value ."
The moral of the story : Know your worth and know where you are valued. A diamond doesn't shine on the bottom of a cave.
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This is Officer Brian Santos and his K9 partner Kyra from Cocoa PD in Florida. They’ve been a team since 2018.
Impressive!
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Throwback to Prince's iconic 2007 Super Bowl Performance, where he performed hits including "Let's Go Crazy", "Baby I'm A Star" and "Purple Rain" ☔️ How are you celebrating Super Bowl Sunday?
It’s Wednesday of Super Bowl week so it’s time for the annual post of the entire Prince halftime show 🔥….today also marks the 19 year anniversary of the show
No snacks today—because Mr. Rio the Bernese Mountain Dog has been running a full-time con job in this house.
A month ago he slipped getting down from his favorite throne (the couch) and tweaked a paw. We did the whole thing: vet visit, treatment, and strict instructions—rest, monitoring, and a few gentle exercises.
After that, I started my daily “inspection.” Short walk, quick look at the paw, and a treat as a reward—just to make sure everything was healing the way it should.
Well… Rio took notes.
Now he’s invented a new hobby: kitchen limping.
The second I walk toward the kitchen, he magically remembers he’s “injured.” Limp appears out of nowhere like a light switch. I say, “Nice try, Rio—no treats today,” and he locks eyes with me like I’ve committed betrayal on a historic level… then turns the limp up to 110% in full Oscar-worthy “tragic dog” performance.
And just when I thought I couldn’t be outplayed any harder…
Yesterday he switched paws.
I really believed I’d only get manipulated by humans. Turns out I live with a furry little actor.
Four Old Men. Two Wheelchairs. One Beach. Alan Alda’s 90th Birthday
January 28, 2026.
Alan Alda turned 90.
His family planned a safe celebration at home.
Cake. Balloons. Grandkids.
Alan said no.
“I don’t want a party,” he said.
His daughter frowned.
“Dad… you’re turning ninety. This is a big deal.”
“I know,” Alan said.
“But I don’t want to celebrate here.”
“Then where?”
Alan didn’t hesitate.
“I want to go to the beach.”
The room went still.
“The beach?”
“Dad, you’re in a wheelchair.”
“You can barely stand.”
Alan smiled.
That smile.
The Hawkeye Pierce smile — the one that always meant something stubborn was coming.
“So?”
By that afternoon, he had already decided who was coming.
“The four of us,” he said.
“The last four.”
Gary Burghoff.
Jamie Farr.
Mike Farrell.
And himself.
The final survivors of the 4077th.
“No cameras. No interviews. No speeches,” Alan said.
“Just us.”
The phone calls began.
Gary answered first.
“Happy birthday, old man! Ninety!”
“Thanks. I need you to drive.”
“Drive where?”
“To the beach.”
A pause.
“Alan… you’re in a wheelchair.”
“So are facts. They don’t stop me either.”
Gary laughed.
That Radar laugh Alan had known for over fifty years.
“Fine. But I’m not pushing you through sand.”
“I’ll crawl if I have to.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m Hawkeye. Same thing.”
Jamie Farr was next.
“The beach?” Jamie said.
“I’m ninety-one and in a wheelchair.”
“Then we’ll have two wheelchairs at the beach.”
“Like a parade?”
“Like a victory lap.”
Jamie laughed until his voice cracked.
“You haven’t changed since 1972.”
“And you’re still Klinger.”
“Fine. I’m in.”
Mike Farrell sighed the moment he answered.
“Let me guess,” he said.
“You want me to push your wheelchair.”
“Yes.”
“I’m eighty-six. I use a cane.”
“BJ Hunnicutt once saved a man with dental floss,” Alan said.
“You’ll manage.”
Long pause.
“…Fine.”
January 28. 6:00 a.m.
Gary arrived in a rented van.
Two wheelchair spaces.
He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
At Alan’s house, his daughter hovered.
“Dad, are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“What if something happens?”
“Something is always about to happen at ninety,” Alan said.
“Might as well happen at the beach.”
Jamie was waiting outside his house.
Wheelchair. Sunglasses.
Hawaiian shirt.
“You coordinated outfits?” Gary asked.
“It’s tradition,” Jamie said.
“The 4077th always matched.”
Mike showed up next.
Also in a Hawaiian shirt.
Four old men.
One van.
Heading west.
On the drive, memories filled the air.
Harry driving too fast.
Larry bringing his own wine.
Radar making everyone cry.
Klinger never sleeping.
When the MASH* theme song came on, no one spoke.
After it ended, Alan said quietly,
“That song used to annoy me.”
“Now?”
“Now it just reminds me how lucky we were.”
At Malibu, reality hit.
Wheelchairs don’t work on sand.
Jamie grumbled.
Mike rubbed his back.
Alan stared at the ocean.
Gary disappeared.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned with two lifeguards and two beach wheelchairs.
One lifeguard whispered,
“My grandmother watched MASH* every night.”
It took time.
Transfers were slow.
Hands trembled.
Bones protested.
But they made it.
To the water.
Alan closed his eyes.
The sound of waves.
Salt in the air.
Sun on his face.
“I forgot what this felt like,” he said.
They talked about the ones who weren’t there.
McLean.
Wayne.
Larry.
Harry.
Bill.
David.
Loretta.
Jamie finally broke the silence.
“Let’s race.”
Two wheelchairs.
Two pushers.
One rock.
They raced.
They tied.
People on the beach stared.
A teenager asked, “What are those old guys doing?”
His mother said, “Living.”
As the sun set, Alan spoke.
“This might be the last time.”
No one argued.
“That’s why it matters,” he said.
“Because we know.”
He made a wish.
“One more year.”
“One more adventure.”
“Korea. Together.”
They promised.
🐕🦺♥️Today I got to be the best big sis EVER to my tiny squishy brother Kenji.
His VERY FIRST real leash lessons started indoors (no leaves to chase, just ALL the distractions—dogs barking outside going "WOOF WOOF!" and Kenji going "rawr? RAWRAWR!!" like "What's that?! Gotta check it out!!" )🤣
He was such a good boy, trying SO hard to focus—nose booping everything, little tail wagging nonstop. I walked perfectly beside him and Mom in the wheelchair, then demo'd my fancy moves: pivots, spirals, moving downs (watch and learn, baby!).
Now he's practicing loose leash right next to the chair... and OMG, he's already nailing it!🐾♥️
Real training begins now, little man. You've got this—big sis is proud.🐶🐾
Closing out 2025 with the squishiest hearts (and puppy cuddles). Here's to more adventures in 2026!🍾🥂🎉 #ServiceDog #RottiePuppy #BigSisterGoals #PuppyTraining #WheelchairLife #HappyNewYear
🎥 Kenji's first loose leash training session and demo's by your bestest Servicerottie girl