Shiro K @shirolk - Twitter Profile

7 days ago

Came across this: Askıda ekmek (translating to "bread on a hook") is a centuries-old Turkish tradition of anonymous charity and "paying it forward". It allows generous customers to pre-purchase extra bread for strangers in need, ensuring that the receiver's dignity is protected.

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@Herb_Minstrel

21 days ago

Six weeks. SIX FLIPPING WEEKS. Lucy has not heard our voices. She hasn't slept on her rug. She hasn't gone for a ride in the truck. She hasn't been snuggled by her family, played with Lex, or run free in her own field. SIX WEEKS. She's been locked in a tiny cell, sleeping on concrete, likely wondering why we abandoned her. SIX WEEKS. She's eleven years old. She doesn't have endless time ahead of her. She could get sick. Her health could fail. Every day matters. And while everyone moves at a snail's pace, without a care in the world, time keeps slipping away from MY DOG—the dog who was taken because a petty neighbor decided to call the authorities when she slipped out of her collar in our OWN YARD! This wasn't some outrageous act! This wasn't a purposeful violation of anything and didn’t cause incident. This wasn't the terrifying incident the neighbors or government would like people to believe it was. It was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened on our private property! We could have lied. We could have denied it happened. No one had proof otherwise: But that's not who we are. So for six weeks, my Lucy—my eleven-year-old dog who stood watch over our family through deployment after deployment, who kept me company during the lonely nights when I watched the news and wondered if my husband would make it home alive—has sat in prison. This is a sick abuse of the law, and an innocent animal is paying the price. Not for biting someone. Not for attacking someone. Not for leaving and roaming the neighborhood. For being in her own yard. Let that sink in. And because malicious neighbors refused to mind their own business, and because officials with the power to do the right thing have refused to exercise any bit of common sense, she remains there. They make me sick. The abuse of power makes me sick. The character assassination makes me sick. The lies make me sick. The fact that people who have never met us, never spoken to us, and don't know the first thing about our family have spent years trying to destroy our peace makes me sick. Enough is enough! Let Lucy come home already! Is this really the hill anyone wants to die on? It’s a single dog. It’s an average family. Send her back and leave us alone. That’s all we want. And for those who have participated in this injustice—whether through malice, cowardice, pride, or indifference, know this: God sees every bit of it. He knows the truth. And one day, every one of us will answer to Him. Until our Lucy is home and beyond. We will not stop fighting. #savelucy

Herb_Minstrel's tweet photo. Six weeks.

SIX FLIPPING WEEKS.

Lucy has not heard our voices. She hasn't slept on her rug. She hasn't gone for a ride in the truck. She hasn't been snuggled by her family, played with Lex, or run free in her own field.

SIX WEEKS.

She's been locked in a tiny cell, sleeping on concrete, likely wondering why we abandoned her.

SIX WEEKS.

She's eleven years old. She doesn't have endless time ahead of her. She could get sick. Her health could fail. Every day matters.

And while everyone moves at a snail's pace, without a care in the world, time keeps slipping away from MY DOG—the dog who was taken because a petty neighbor decided to call the authorities when she slipped out of her collar in our OWN YARD!

This wasn't some outrageous act! This wasn't a purposeful violation of anything and didn’t cause incident. This wasn't the terrifying incident the neighbors or government would like people to believe it was.

It was a normal, everyday occurrence that happened on our private property!

We could have lied. We could have denied it happened. No one had proof otherwise:

But that's not who we are.

So for six weeks, my Lucy—my eleven-year-old dog who stood watch over our family through deployment after deployment, who kept me company during the lonely nights when I watched the news and wondered if my husband would make it home alive—has sat in prison.

This is a sick abuse of the law, and an innocent animal is paying the price.

Not for biting someone.
Not for attacking someone.
Not for leaving and roaming the neighborhood.
For being in her own yard.

Let that sink in.

And because malicious neighbors refused to mind their own business, and because officials with the power to do the right thing have refused to exercise any bit of common sense, she remains there.

They make me sick.

The abuse of power makes me sick.

The character assassination makes me sick.

The lies make me sick.

The fact that people who have never met us, never spoken to us, and don't know the first thing about our family have spent years trying to destroy our peace makes me sick.

Enough is enough!

Let Lucy come home already! Is this really the hill anyone wants to die on? It’s a single dog. It’s an average family. Send her back and leave us alone. That’s all we want.

And for those who have participated in this injustice—whether through malice, cowardice, pride, or indifference, know this:

God sees every bit of it.
He knows the truth.
And one day, every one of us will answer to Him.

Until our Lucy is home and beyond. We will not stop fighting.

#savelucy

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