Good Deeds

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https://mobile.twitter.com/nytimes/stat ... 7278182400

Even better, looks like the bar is well-stocked.

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They put out an SOS for toys for migrant kids. Thousands responded.

... People in D.C., Maryland and Virginia started looking through their homes and gathering the toys their children and grandchildren no longer used....

They brought so many items to one church that bulging bags and boxes lined the side of the building. At another church, the items filled four rooms.

... People outside of the region also got involved. One young woman who moved out of state called her parents who still live in the area and asked them to go into her childhood bedroom and donate an old toy of hers....

So many toys were left over from the giveaway that community leaders were able to fill cars and trucks with them to take to families who couldn't make it that day. They spent the past week delivering them. They even had enough to send some to Senegal and Guatemala, turning the local gift-giving effort into an international one....

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These are the fleeting moments where I think there's hope for humanity.

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https://twitter.com/MikeSington/status/ ... 9385663488

Awww. Long string of posts about NASCAR drivers and others offering gear to both kid and chalker. Here's a partial culmination:

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A marathon runner gave up a shot at breaking her personal record to veer off course and save a tiny kitten


So Bohan nuzzled the kitten, which she estimated weighed less than a pound, into her chest and set off to find a kind bystander who would offer the cat a loving home. Along the way, she crossed paths with fellow animal lover and marathon runner Gia Nigro, who joined Bohan in searching for a kitty caretaker.

About a mile down the course, Bohan and Nigro found a race spectator who promised to keep their new friend. Bohan handed over the cat, and the duo ran the final few miles side-by-side. They even slowed their pace again — this time to help carry an injured German runner across the finish line.

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https://x.com/sheilatebra/status/2035241132410524072

AI?

I’m a skeptic. There are far too many of these “look how decent I am,” posts. If you did such a great deed, why are you posing it here? To inspire others or virtue signal?
(no claim that this came from Anonymous )

God, I love this. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s true or not. It’s what America should be all about!

The stories whether real or fictitious are examples of how we should treat one another. Stop worrying about the messenger and pay attention to the message.

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https://x.com/sheilatebra/status/2035241132410524072

AI?

I’m a skeptic. There are far too many of these “look how decent I am,” posts. If you did such a great deed, why are you posing it here? To inspire others or virtue signal?
(no claim that this came from Anonymous )

God, I love this. I don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s true or not. It’s what America should be all about!

The stories whether real or fictitious are examples of how we should treat one another. Stop worrying about the messenger and pay attention to the message.

Yeah, but I can want it to be true.

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Yeah, but I can want it to be true.

ChatGPT - Write a short story about a business owner's generosity towards a runaway abused woman and her 3 children.

In the small town of Willow Creek, nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, there was a little café called “The Heart of Willow.” Its owner, Clara Sullivan, was known not only for her exceptional coffee and warm pastries, but also for her unwavering kindness toward everyone who walked through her door.

One rainy afternoon, the bell above the café’s door chimed softly as a woman and three children stepped inside, their clothes damp and their faces marked by fear and fatigue. Clara, who was polishing the counter, looked up and immediately sensed their need. The woman’s eyes darted around, as if searching for a safe haven. Clara met her gaze and offered a reassuring smile.

“Welcome! Come in and get warm,” she said, motioning to a table by the window. The woman hesitated, her anxiety palpable, but Clara’s warmth encouraged her to step further inside. She followed, her children clinging to her sides, eyes wide with uncertainty.

Clara shuffled to the counter and began preparing hot chocolates, her heart aching for the family. As she set the steaming mugs down in front of them, she introduced herself warmly. “I’m Clara. What are your names?”

The woman took a deep breath, her lips trembling as she spoke. "I’m Lila, and these are my kids: Mia, Sam, and Luke." The children looked at Clara with a blend of hope and apprehension.

“It's nice to meet you all,” Clara replied with a genuine smile. “You’re safe here. Take your time to warm up.” She noticed the remnants of fear in Lila’s eyes and was determined to help.

As they sipped their drinks, Clara sat down at an adjacent table and began to converse with them, careful to draw out their stories with kindness rather than curiosity. Lila shared snippets of her life — the darkness that loomed over her home, the isolation, the fear. As she spoke, the children started to relax, inching closer to Clara.

After hearing Lila's story, Clara couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to do more than just offer solace. She paused for a moment, considering her options. “Lila,” she began gently, “I have a small apartment above the café. It’s nothing fancy, but if you need a place to stay, it’s yours.”

Lila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I couldn’t possibly take your home,” she stammered, fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

“Please,” Clara insisted. “You and the kids need a safe place, and I want to help. You’ll have privacy, and I won’t bother you. Just think about it.” The sincerity in Clara’s voice melted some of Lila’s apprehension, and she nodded slowly.

The storm raged on outside as the four of them finished their drinks. Clara offered them sandwiches and more hot chocolate, asking if they had eaten. They hadn't, but between bites and sips, laughter began to break the tension that filled the café. The children, once timid, smiled and played with the old toys Clara kept for visiting families. Lila watched as they relaxed, as did she.

Over the next few days, Clara did everything she could to make Lila and her children feel welcome in the loft above the café. She provided clothing, groceries, and even helped Lila set up a plan for getting back on her feet. They would share meals, laughter, and moments of vulnerability, fostering a bond that felt stronger than blood. Clara listened to Lila's worries about the future, her dreams languished under the weight of trauma, yet Clara encouraged her to see the light.

As spring approached and the rains began to recede, Lila found employment at the café, becoming a part of the community, where Clara taught her how to manage a cash register and brew a perfect cup of coffee. With each passing day, the shadows that haunted Lila began to lift. Her children flourished too; Mia made friends at school, Sam bloomed in soccer, and little Luke found inspiration in drawing, his artwork decorating the café walls.

One sunny afternoon, Lila cornered Clara in the kitchen, a fresh batch of cookies warming in the oven. “I can’t thank you enough for everything,” she said, her voice steady with newfound resilience. “You sparred us from the darkness, and I’ll carry that in my heart forever.”

Clara smiled, a twinkle of pride in her eye. “It was a team effort. You did the hard part by being brave. All I did was share a little light.”

In that small business where joy aroma mingled with the scent of fresh coffee, Clara’s generosity forged a new family from the remnants of fear and sorrow. Together, they built not just a café, but a community of love and hope, each cup of coffee served a reminder that even the smallest acts of kindness could alter the course of lives.

Is there still an incentive for original writing?

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These are the fleeting moments where I think there's hope for humanity.

"They brought so many items to one church that bulging bags and boxes lined the side of the building. At a another church the items filled four rooms."

Bringing out the Christmas spirit in liberals.

Thanks, BRD officer.

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A marathon runner gave up a shot at breaking her personal record to veer off course and save a tiny kitten


So Bohan nuzzled the kitten, which she estimated weighed less than a pound, into her chest and set off to find a kind bystander who would offer the cat a loving home. Along the way, she crossed paths with fellow animal lover and marathon runner Gia Nigro, who joined Bohan in searching for a kitty caretaker.

About a mile down the course, Bohan and Nigro found a race spectator who promised to keep their new friend. Bohan handed over the cat, and the duo ran the final few miles side-by-side. They even slowed their pace again — this time to help carry an injured German runner across the finish line.

Aww

Did they find a kind bystander to take the injured German home?

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Aww

Did they find a kind bystander to take the injured German home?

No joy, the kitten was cuter.

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These are the fleeting moments where I think there's hope for humanity.

Awww.

"Children who might not have received anything for Christmas left with their arms full and their parents left carrying bags of items."

Thanks, you two. Love the bow .

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Aww

Did they find a kind bystander to take the injured German home?

No joy, the kitten was cuter.

https://s.yimg.com/ny/api/res/1.2/cpmXL ... 0d25dbc3af

The kitten is always cuter.

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These are the fleeting moments where I think there's hope for humanity.

Happy Easter.

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These are the fleeting moments where I think there's hope for humanity.

Then DonOLD tweets.

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They put out an SOS for toys for migrant kids. Thousands responded.

Every good deed deserves another.