Noah Yoder

[Adam Cianciarulo @AdamCianciarulo]

I was raised around the church, and I wasn’t into it. I was never going to be the guy that believed in all this just because that was what was socially acceptable in my environment.

Over the years, I had gone back and forth, but it was never much of a priority. Fast forward to 2022, I considered myself agnostic and decided to get serious about figuring out a direction. I read every book I could find on the subject, the Bible included, doing my best to view all the information objectively.

Around this time, I was down bad one day and decided to say a prayer and asked Him to show me a sign. The very next day, a man came up to me in the gym, hadn’t seen him before and haven’t seen him since, he held out a shirt with the verse from Jeremiah "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to
give you hope and a future.” on it and said “I’m not sure why, but I felt called to give this to you today, he sees you”.

I get random text from my mom that afternoon, same verse.

On that same day, my Grandpa was in the hospital—the only artwork in his room? Same verse. (Found this out weeks later)

I realized that over the years I had a bad taste in my mouth about organized religion. It can be used to control and to profit, but I also realized that isn’t what Jesus wanted or taught. That is humans being human, and I came to the conclusion that it’s not right for me to let their mistakes affect the way I view Christianity.

I’m a logical dude, I get the skepticism over the subject, and sitting here today I can tell you that I never thought I would write something like this. Everyone is on their own journey, and I’m the last one to push my beliefs on someone else. I’m not trying to appear virtuous, or trying to assert myself as “above” anyone. I’m writing this because arriving here has changed my life in a way that makes it feel wrong to keep it to myself.

I don’t have all the answers, but through my own research and experience, all I can say is that I believe with all my heart and soul. God bless, and have a great weekend.

[Stranger Things Memes @SThingsMeme]

Noah Schnapp recalls accidentally injuring Jake Connelly (Derek) while filming:

"When I am going to tackle Derek, I ran and accidently pinned him to the ground. His whole leg was scraped and bleeding. And I was like 'Oh my God, I hurt him'. But he rises out of the hay and goes,

"It is okay Mr. Noah. I feel like Tom Cruise doing my own stunts."

[ugh @ughfinewhatever]

my most boomer take is that being endlessly gentle with yourself all the time and never forcing yourself to do anything you don’t want to do isn’t self care it’s lazy and it’s bad for you

[Cracker Barrel @CrackerBarrel]

You probably don't want us anywhere near a remodel

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

That tiny blue dot is a whale navigating busy ship traffic in Chile’s Gulf of Ancud, tracked for a week.

[Robb Allen @ItsRobbAllen]

"You think that your client, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world, is secretly a vigilante, who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp with his bare hands?"

"Uh, yes?"

"and your plan is to blackmail this person? "

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[lisatomic @lisatomic5]

ok hear me out, they should play tv shows at movie theaters. then like "every tuesday at 8pm" you go see the next episode of Sopranos or whatever. and then you see the same people there each week and you're all watching the same show

[Barry Malone @malonebarry]

When you try to remove a piece of art and accidentally make it better.

[ms rat 🐀 @ratbitebaby]

people like this always say this shit bc it sounds cool and tough; here’s the real question: would you suck off 1000 strangers to save a family member?

[Akilah Hughes @AkilahObviously]

Are you even a hacker if you can’t release the Epstein files? Where are the hackers

[JT is in SF 10/1 - 10/30 @jiratickets]

ahhhh yes good morning let’s open up the Infinite Information River for a nice 20 minutes before getting out of bed or thinking any original thoughts at all

[David Perell @david_perell]

Went to a coffee shop. Barista introduced himself. Nice guy. Smiles easily. Went back. He said hello. Called me by my name. Now I’ve gone seven days in a row because the barista feels like a neighborhood friend, and that’s how low the bar for service is these days.

[LAVISH @msalexandriae]

What a privilege to be tired from the work you prayed for. What a privilege to feel overwhelmed by growth you used to dream about. What a privilege to be challenged by a life you created on purpose. What a privilege to outgrow things you used to settle for.

[Eoin Gough @epgough]

"Daddy, seriously! Put this online right now. People will be like What! The! Heck!" -6yo

"Did you do it? Did you do it? Did you get a million points?" -still 6yo.

"Can you believe there was a donkey in the playground?" -6yo going to bed on the best day of her life.

[PB-500 @No_Curve]

I am moving and was going through some things and found these socks 🧦

[Jenny Nicholson @JennyENicholson]

Idrk why people are mad when there are lots of ads before movies. Sometimes there's a long line for popcorn or you want to talk to your friend while they're doing m&m ads. And never have I had someplace to urgently be after a movie ends

[Hank Green @hankgreen]

I am pretty frikkin worried about the amount of (and the normalization) of gambling in our society right now. Feels big and under discussed.

[Noah Yoder @noahyoder2]

This exists.

It's called Meeting Jesus.

[m a x w i t t e r t @waxmittert]

They should invent reverse trauma. Like an event that’s so positive it changes you for the better.