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Things that touch your heart strings, choke you up and water your eyes...
Evidence that Humanity still has a chance...
Evidence that Humanity still has a chance...
Selfless acts of sacrifice that touch your heart strings...
https://www.facebook.com/reel/1085004376385861
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I just made two young African American girls cry in Walmart… now I’m crying 
….
We were both looking for and asking where the greeting cards were… for Mother’s Day cards…
I helped them find the section..
As we were all looking over the selection… they found one and asked how much it costs?
I showed them where to find the price… it was $5.99….
She started to put it back… I asked why, don’t you have enough money? She said, No…
I gave her $10… she was so joyful she had tears of joy…. So I gave her a $20 to buy her mom a gift…. She started jumping up and down with joy.. she kept thanking me, the other girl asked, can I buy a card for my mom too? So I gave her $10…. They were so so happy and grateful
… now I’m crying
….We were both looking for and asking where the greeting cards were… for Mother’s Day cards…
I helped them find the section..
As we were all looking over the selection… they found one and asked how much it costs?
I showed them where to find the price… it was $5.99….
She started to put it back… I asked why, don’t you have enough money? She said, No…
I gave her $10… she was so joyful she had tears of joy…. So I gave her a $20 to buy her mom a gift…. She started jumping up and down with joy.. she kept thanking me, the other girl asked, can I buy a card for my mom too? So I gave her $10…. They were so so happy and grateful
… now I’m crying
When Random acts of kindness tug at your hearts strings 
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"Nobody expected fifty bikers at my son's funeral. Least of all the four teenagers who put him there. I'm not a crier. Twenty-six years as a high school janitor taught me to keep my emotions locked down tight. But when that first Harley rumbled into the cemetery parking lot, followed by another, then another, until the whole place vibrated with thunder—that's when I finally broke. My fourteen-year-old boy, Mikey, had hanged himself in our garage. The note he left mentioned four classmates by name. ""I can't take it anymore, Dad,"" he'd written. ""They won't stop. Every day they say I should kill myself. Now they'll be happy."" The police called it ""unfortunate but not criminal."" The school principal offered ""thoughts and prayers"" then suggested we have the funeral during school hours to ""avoid potential incidents."" I'd never felt so powerless. Couldn't protect my boy while he was alive. Couldn't get justice after he was gone. Then Sam showed up at our door. Six-foot-three, leather vest, gray beard down to his chest. I recognized him—he pumped gas at the station where Mikey and I would stop for slushies after his therapy appointments. ""Heard about your boy,"" he said, standing awkward on our porch. ""My nephew did the same thing three years back. Different school, same reason."" I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. ""Thing is,"" Sam continued, looking past me like the words hurt to say, ""nobody stood up for my nephew. Not at the end, not after. Nobody made those kids face what they did."" He handed me a folded paper with a phone number. ""You call if you want us there. No trouble, just... presence."" I didn't call. Not at first. But the night before the funeral, I found Mikey's journal. Pages of torment. Screenshots of text messages telling my gentle, struggling son to ""do everyone a favor and end it."" My hands shook as I dialed the number. ""How many people you expecting at this funeral?"" Sam asked after I explained. ""Maybe thirty. Family, some teachers. None of his classmates."" ""The ones who bullied him—they coming?"" ""Principal said they're planning to, with their parents. To 'show support.'"" The words tasted like acid. Sam was quiet for a moment. ""We'll be there at nine. You won't have to worry about a thing."" I didn't understand what he meant until I saw them the next morning—a sea of leather vests, weathered faces, and solemn eyes. The Hell's Angels patches visible as they formed two lines leading to the small chapel, creating a corridor of protection. The funeral director approached me, panic in his eyes. ""Sir, there are... numerous motorcycle enthusiasts arriving. Should I call the police?"" ""They're invited guests,"" I said. When the four boys arrived with their parents, confused expressions turned to fear as they saw the bikers. Sam stepped forward and.... Check out the first comment to read the full story
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Note: click on the facebook link below for the full effect as you read this story...
"Nobody expected fifty bikers at my son's funeral. Least of all the four teenagers who put him there. I'm not a crier. Twenty-six years as a high school janitor taught me to keep my emotions locked down tight. But when that first Harley rumbled into the cemetery parking lot, followed by another, then another, until the whole place vibrated with thunder—that's when I finally broke. My fourteen-year-old boy, Mikey, had hanged himself in our garage. The note he left mentioned four classmates by name. ""I can't take it anymore, Dad,"" he'd written. ""They won't stop. Every day they say I should kill myself. Now they'll be happy."" The police called it ""unfortunate but not criminal."" The school principal offered ""thoughts and prayers"" then suggested we have the funeral during school hours to ""avoid potential incidents."" I'd never felt so powerless. Couldn't protect my boy while he was alive. Couldn't get justice after he was gone. Then Sam showed up at our door. Six-foot-three, leather vest, gray beard down to his chest. I recognized him—he pumped gas at the station where Mikey and I would stop for slushies after his therapy appointments. ""Heard about your boy,"" he said, standing awkward on our porch. ""My nephew did the same thing three years back. Different school, same reason."" I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. ""Thing is,"" Sam continued, looking past me like the words hurt to say, ""nobody stood up for my nephew. Not at the end, not after. Nobody made those kids face what they did."" He handed me a folded paper with a phone number. ""You call if you want us there. No trouble, just... presence."" I didn't call. Not at first. But the night before the funeral, I found Mikey's journal. Pages of torment. Screenshots of text messages telling my gentle, struggling son to ""do everyone a favor and end it."" My hands shook as I dialed the number. ""How many people you expecting at this funeral?"" Sam asked after I explained. ""Maybe thirty. Family, some teachers. None of his classmates."" ""The ones who bullied him—they coming?"" ""Principal said they're planning to, with their parents. To 'show support.'"" The words tasted like acid. Sam was quiet for a moment. ""We'll be there at nine. You won't have to worry about a thing."" I didn't understand what he meant until I saw them the next morning—a sea of leather vests, weathered faces, and solemn eyes. The Hell's Angels patches visible as they formed two lines leading to the small chapel, creating a corridor of protection. The funeral director approached me, panic in his eyes. ""Sir, there are... numerous motorcycle enthusiasts arriving. Should I call the police?"" ""They're invited guests,"" I said. When the four boys arrived with their parents, confused expressions turned to fear as they saw the bikers. Sam stepped forward and.... Check out the first comment to read the full story
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Kindness is fruit of the Spirit that comes with compassion that should grow in us, while we depend on that from God, who is not limited in anything.
I think a lot about kindness linked with courage and the courage to actually love and be kind.
I took a chance in a job interview today and said to myself I'm a believer and not in my 20s or 30s anymore and I should be able to just say what I believe about this job.
So I told them the reason I wanted the job is because it would allow me to exercise the skills that I desired to develop the most which are working with people in kindness and love.
I said these young people more than anything else need to have kindness and somebody who listens to them and actually cares about them and so I actually use the word "love" and in the context it all seemed to make sense. I really feel that the Holy Spirit gave me the right words for the interview.
Within a very short conversation, they were already asking me when I could arrive and start the job. I've never had this kind of offer before. Please pray for me that all the documentation comes through so that I can know for sure this is God's will. And if it's not God's will that he closes the doors so that his perfect love can truly work in my life.
I took a chance in a job interview today and said to myself I'm a believer and not in my 20s or 30s anymore and I should be able to just say what I believe about this job.
So I told them the reason I wanted the job is because it would allow me to exercise the skills that I desired to develop the most which are working with people in kindness and love.
I said these young people more than anything else need to have kindness and somebody who listens to them and actually cares about them and so I actually use the word "love" and in the context it all seemed to make sense. I really feel that the Holy Spirit gave me the right words for the interview.
Within a very short conversation, they were already asking me when I could arrive and start the job. I've never had this kind of offer before. Please pray for me that all the documentation comes through so that I can know for sure this is God's will. And if it's not God's will that he closes the doors so that his perfect love can truly work in my life.
Congratulations
and keep spreading your light of kindness and love along your journey! Trust in HIM HIS hand is in HIS master plan for your path…
Not completely random, these dogs are trained to protect their owners during their time of need!!!
But definitely the type of video that tugs at your heart strings to appreciate that Dog's are most certainly God's gift to humanity!!!
https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=783576841200943
But definitely the type of video that tugs at your heart strings to appreciate that Dog's are most certainly God's gift to humanity!!!
https://www.facebook.com/watch?v=783576841200943
If you’re a Dog lover, you understand that their unconditional loyalty and love not only warrants reciprocation it must be reciprocated…
Afterall 'DOG's' are 'GOD's' example for us humans on earth of HIS 'Unconditional Love.'
K-9 Chaos was not a dog who did his job. He was a dog who had DECIDED, completely, permanently, without reservation, that Lieutenant Marcus Webb was coming back for him. No matter how long it took.
At Hamid Karzai International Airport, Kabul, on the morning of August 30th, 2021, a three-year-old Belgian Malinois sat in an empty aircraft hangar. The last American plane had left six hours ago. The evacuation was over.
Chaos had been left behind.
Not intentionally. The chaos of the withdrawal. The panic. The rush. Webb had been separated from Chaos during the final evacuation. Put on a different plane. Told Chaos would be on the next flight.
There was no next flight.
Chaos survived the first day alone. Waiting at the hangar where Webb had left him.
Chaos survived the first week. Scavenging food from abandoned military supplies.
Chaos survived 47 days in Taliban-controlled Kabul. Alone. Hiding. Waiting.
Because Chaos survived on the belief that Webb wouldn't leave him forever.
Back in the United States, Webb was losing his mind. Filed reports. Called congressmen. Contacted rescue organizations. Went on the news.
"I left my dog in Afghanistan," he said on CNN, his voice breaking. "I left my brother. And I'm going to get him back."
The military said it was impossible. Kabul had fallen. Taliban controlled the airport. No way to extract a dog.
Webb didn't care about impossible.
He contacted Pineapple Express, a veteran-run extraction operation. Gave them Chaos's last known location. Sent photos. Videos. Anything that could help.
For 47 days, Webb didn't sleep. Didn't eat properly. Just waited for news.
On October 16th, 2021, his phone rang.
"We found him," the voice said. "We found Chaos."
A rescue team had infiltrated Kabul. Used Webb's intel. Found Chaos still at the hangar. Still waiting. Forty-seven days later.
Chaos was emaciated. Dehydrated. Traumatized.
But alive.
The extraction took three days. Smuggling Chaos out of Taliban-controlled territory. Through checkpoints. Through danger.
But they got him out.
On October 19th, 2021, Chaos landed at Dulles International Airport. Webb was waiting on the tarmac.
When they opened the crate, Chaos didn't move. Stared at Webb like he was seeing a ghost.
"It's me, brother," Webb said, kneeling down. "I came back. I promised I'd come back."
Chaos stepped out slowly. Walked to Webb. Collapsed into his arms.
The reunion video went viral. Seventeen million views in three days.
But what people didn't see was what happened after.
For six months, Chaos wouldn't sleep unless Webb was in the room. Wouldn't eat unless Webb fed him. Wouldn't go outside unless Webb went first.
"He's terrified I'll leave him again," Webb said in an interview. "And I don't blame him. I left him once. In the worst place. At the worst time. He waited 47 days for me. And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows I'm never leaving again."
Three years later, Chaos still sleeps with his head on Webb's chest. Still follows him everywhere.
Still making sure Webb doesn't disappear.
K-9 Chaos. Survived 47 days alone in Kabul. Extracted by heroes. Reunited with his handler. Home.
Afterall 'DOG's' are 'GOD's' example for us humans on earth of HIS 'Unconditional Love.'
Linda Traitz
"Left behind in Kabul. Alone. He waited 47 days.K-9 Chaos was not a dog who did his job. He was a dog who had DECIDED, completely, permanently, without reservation, that Lieutenant Marcus Webb was coming back for him. No matter how long it took.
At Hamid Karzai International Airport, Kabul, on the morning of August 30th, 2021, a three-year-old Belgian Malinois sat in an empty aircraft hangar. The last American plane had left six hours ago. The evacuation was over.
Chaos had been left behind.
Not intentionally. The chaos of the withdrawal. The panic. The rush. Webb had been separated from Chaos during the final evacuation. Put on a different plane. Told Chaos would be on the next flight.
There was no next flight.
Chaos survived the first day alone. Waiting at the hangar where Webb had left him.
Chaos survived the first week. Scavenging food from abandoned military supplies.
Chaos survived 47 days in Taliban-controlled Kabul. Alone. Hiding. Waiting.
Because Chaos survived on the belief that Webb wouldn't leave him forever.
Back in the United States, Webb was losing his mind. Filed reports. Called congressmen. Contacted rescue organizations. Went on the news.
"I left my dog in Afghanistan," he said on CNN, his voice breaking. "I left my brother. And I'm going to get him back."
The military said it was impossible. Kabul had fallen. Taliban controlled the airport. No way to extract a dog.
Webb didn't care about impossible.
He contacted Pineapple Express, a veteran-run extraction operation. Gave them Chaos's last known location. Sent photos. Videos. Anything that could help.
For 47 days, Webb didn't sleep. Didn't eat properly. Just waited for news.
On October 16th, 2021, his phone rang.
"We found him," the voice said. "We found Chaos."
A rescue team had infiltrated Kabul. Used Webb's intel. Found Chaos still at the hangar. Still waiting. Forty-seven days later.
Chaos was emaciated. Dehydrated. Traumatized.
But alive.
The extraction took three days. Smuggling Chaos out of Taliban-controlled territory. Through checkpoints. Through danger.
But they got him out.
On October 19th, 2021, Chaos landed at Dulles International Airport. Webb was waiting on the tarmac.
When they opened the crate, Chaos didn't move. Stared at Webb like he was seeing a ghost.
"It's me, brother," Webb said, kneeling down. "I came back. I promised I'd come back."
Chaos stepped out slowly. Walked to Webb. Collapsed into his arms.
The reunion video went viral. Seventeen million views in three days.
But what people didn't see was what happened after.
For six months, Chaos wouldn't sleep unless Webb was in the room. Wouldn't eat unless Webb fed him. Wouldn't go outside unless Webb went first.
"He's terrified I'll leave him again," Webb said in an interview. "And I don't blame him. I left him once. In the worst place. At the worst time. He waited 47 days for me. And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows I'm never leaving again."
Three years later, Chaos still sleeps with his head on Webb's chest. Still follows him everywhere.
Still making sure Webb doesn't disappear.
K-9 Chaos. Survived 47 days alone in Kabul. Extracted by heroes. Reunited with his handler. Home.