Vinod Samson

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@Beingunknown05 “Tum ek gorakhdhanda ho”. The ultimate Sufi qawwali in my opinion!

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@alanwilkins22 @zeeshan_naiyer2 Also a few of the photos seem to be incorrect.

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@Beno10_MFC The left hand jacket’s sleeves have different numbers

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@SagarH62 Bruce Reed

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@SagarH62 Berry Richard’s

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@SagarH62 Alvin Kalicharan

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@StarHubCares is the internet down?

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#AO26 @DjokerNole @carlosalcaraz Novak, you may have lost the title, but you won hearts with your words and grace. Carlos, congratulations—this is just the beginning. May many more titles come your way, and may you keep giving us reasons to follow your journey with joy

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@ManUtd 👏👏👏, just explain what changed? But loving it, keep it going!

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@ICC why the wicketkeeper mic is so loud in U-19 CWC (Ind vs Bang) match, covering on-air commentary? What kind of production is it?

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@KarlKlenkes @thatchmike @iamwilsxn Yes not working

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@ejykmykel1 Didn’t work for me, the playlist wasn’t loaded.

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@joybhattacharj Joy, a pure, profound connection, a constant, flowing dialogue where 1 doesn't speak & d other doesn't bark, an unspoken symphony of understanding, daily rituals side-by-side, & trust without judgment flourishing outside d bounds of human language.

[Joy Bhattacharjya @joybhattacharj]

I have a boy who can't speak, and a dog that can't bark.
Snoopy came from a shelter, who rescued him when he was abandoned at their gate, and we have no idea of any of his past life. But it must have involved some trauma, because if you even wag a finger at him for the slightest infraction, he cowers and hides in the nearest convenient spot.
And Neel can't speak, and is not really the most adept with his fingers, but he screws his face up and somehow manages to attach the leash to take his doggie for a walk.
And then they are off downstairs, Neel unsteadily swaying as Snoopy strains at the leash, and Snoopy trying to take in all the alluring scents before Neel drags him away.
And you wonder how difficult it is for both, all that fine motor work for a kid with an incomplete cerebellum, and all that tugging and inexpert pulling for a doggy who can't even bark in protest.
But every day, Neel rushes to get ready for his walk, grunting away in excitement, and Snoopy goes up to him and stands obediently while Neel fumbles on his harness.
And then off they go, imperfect and yet somehow so complete

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@anas_chevalier Excel

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@StarHubCares when you have another vacant channel 218 without any program why can’t you put the Live Ashes series on it? What sort of planning is this? Why force subscribers to download an extra app to watch the Ashes series? As usual, poor planning with no care for subscribers!

[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

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@posbcare why there is no phone number to reach a customer agent? All your listed numbers don’t offer to connect to a human customer service?

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@RenuKumari78 PYTHON