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What is the best sarcastic/humor Harry Potter fanfiction?

Oh dear lord where to start. I’ll give a quick summary of my two favorites. First off, My Immortal. A story about an angsty satanist teen who is also a goth, vampire, pretty, and suicidal. They treat cutting and depression as jokes and use suicide to get attention. The spelling and grammar are atrocious, and I read it for a laugh with my friend. Ended up losing faith in humanity. She saw this on Quora and begged me to answer it. There is a love octagon. I am not kidding. Luckily someone hacks her at chapter 39, and it gets much much better. For one chapter. I suggest reading it only for that one chapter.Oh god, this one puts My Immortal to shame. Three words. Christian. Mom. Rewrite. Yes, I am talking about the one, the only, Hogwarts School Of Prayers And Miracles. If you read it, especially if you are anything other than one specific branch of Christianity, prepare to cringe. There are way too many grammatical errors it almost rivals My Immortal. But the content is so, so much worse. Here are some gems, I can’t bear to summarize it. It makes me cringe just thinking about it.“On the porch was standing a huge, muscular man with a big, manly beard; and he was dressed in a plaid, red shirt, blue jeans, and sturdy, leather boots. His chest was covered in a thick, unruly carpet of coarse, brown hair . He wore a necklace that looked to Harry like a lowercase T. Just looking at Harry feel happy, peaceful somehow; but he couldn't say why!” (Yes, this is Hagrid)“"Hermione, why don't you show our newest student to the dormitory?" Dumbledore suggested wisely."I'd love to, daddy," Hermione replied obediently with an innocent, girlish smile; and got to her feet; and smoothed out the skirt of her becoming, pink frock. "Should I clean the kitchen first?""I can take care of that tonight," the reverend's wife answered indulgently; and she was already beginning to clear the elegant, porcelain dishes."Thank you, mommy!" Hermione shouted gratefully; and she walked over to Harry. "Would you please come with me?"Harry blushed shyly; and got to his feet. His aunt had never taught him how to talk to pretty girls. She always said that pretty girls were shallow and not very smart and that a real woman put her career first and didn't care about her looks; but it only took one look at this godly young girl to realize just how wrong that was! A woman taking pride in her appearance is honoring the Lord; because after all, it is the Lord who gave her a pretty face and nice hair. Taking care of that is important! Harry got the feeling that Hermione was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside.” (Guess who the wife was. Minerva Mcgonagall. They took badass Minerva and made her a housewife)"This is the boys' dormitory," the devout young woman explained kindly; and she gestured to the heavy, oak door beside them. "I would show you inside; but I would hate to cause a scandal."I understand," Harry declared graciously. Too many young men these days pressure young women into things undesired and forbidden. It is the mark of a true, old-fashioned gentleman to respect the fact that every young woman is another man's future wife. And we all know that it would be a dreadful, terrible sin to bring another man's wife into intimacy. Why does modern culture suddenly treat that as okay simply because he does not have her yet? Man's laws may permit it; but the laws of the Lord are not bound by time.” (They. Are. ELEVEN.)"Please, ignore this fool," Draco drawled smugly. "Luna here thinks she can have a career even though she's a woman; and women are stupid."Harry gaped at this horrible person. What a mean thing to say!"Women shouldn't not have careers because women are stupid!" Harry shouted indignantly. "Women are not stupid at all! Women should not have careers because women are nurturing and loving and their gifts serve them best in the home!"(Wha- Why- How)“Enough of your lies,” Dumbledore exclaimed bravely. “We know who you are.”Voldemort blinked stupidly; and then he uttered childishly, “I’m sorry … what?”Dumbledore smiled smartly. “You’re pretending to be dumb, I see. Well I’m not stupid. We know all about how much you hate Christians.”“What? I don’t hate Christians,” Voldemort lied dishonestly. “What are you even talking about?”“You’re still pretending to be dumb,” the Reverend pointed out truthfully. “We know all about your plot to illegalize Christianity, Voldemort.”Voldemort blinked stupidly again and questioned evilly, “Wait, this is about my Reddit account?”“Is that what you call your godless coven?” Dumbledore queried knowingly. “Well yes I have indeed seen your so-called Reddit Account; and just try to deny your hatred of Christianity when you post things like this-‘kristians all sux. their religion is stoopid and should be illegal. i will rite to congres and tell them to make law.'”Harry Potter laughed intelligently; because Voldemort did not even understand proper spelling and grammar.“That was a joke,” Voldemort retorted unintelligently. “That whole account is a joke. I mean, ‘Voldemort_the_righteous_skeptic’?” He laughed with the nervousness of one who knows he is damned. “Of course you’re not supposed to take it seriously.”“Do you think religion is a laughing matter young man?” Dumbledore demanded righteously. “Well it is not! What sort of a joke is trying to outlaw religion?!”“Of course I don’t actually want to outlaw religion,” Voldemort uttered deceptively. “That would be ridiculous. I just got annoyed by the ridiculous straw man some Christians have made out of atheism, so, whenever I see someone ranting about how depraved and evil we nonbelievers are, I reply with something like that. You know, taking that stereotype to an extreme to point out how ridiculous it is.“Also, a small but vocal minority of atheists exists that stereotypes and mocks anyone who disagrees with them. They can be just as hateful as people think we all are, and that does real damage. They bug me as much as the straw man arguments do — and they give those arguments credibility — so I do the same thing to them, replying with an extreme version of what they said to highlight the absurdity of it.” (I give up. I can’t take it any longer)(Edit: Thank you for so many upvotes! This is my most popular answer yet!)(Edit 2: I am blown away on the amount of upvotes. I usually only get one or two, so 253 upvotes on this means a lot!)

What is it like to live in a cosy little cottage in the English countryside?

INTRODUCTION:I originally wrote this post because I was rather unhappy with some of the other answers to the question where respondents were moaning and grumbling about country life. I write for a living and so it didn’t take much time to produce a few ideas, add some pictures, and then move on to my normal work. I never, not for a moment, thought my words would be so popular, have such longevity and attract so many comments. Thanks to everyone for your interest and kindness.Because my writing has to pay the bills, I cannot promise to up date the stories and pictures very regularly but I will try to give you a flavour of English countryside living.If you enjoy the tales, please do have a look at my collection of short stories, “A Sixpence in the Settee” (A Collection of "What If..." Short Stories: Amazon.co.uk: Frank Melling: 9780952798774: Books) which is available in Kindle form, or as a book, worldwide.Best wishesFrankYes, there are inconveniences with country life but against this it is a ¼ mile to the end of our paddock. I walk along the hedgerows, replete with blossom at this time of the year, and I cannot believe how incredibly lucky I am.There are coots on our pond, with new chicks, and the pair of wood pigeons nesting in the big willow tree are cooing as I write this.Our pet Manx sheep were dozing in the sun today, contented but still ready to greet us.The climate is so mild that we can grow olives and our newly planted vines are blossoming.How could anyone say that this is not heaven – and a superior version of heaven?So it’s eight miles to see our doctor – charming, welcoming and who knows us by name.It’s six miles to go shopping but it wouldn’t matter if it was 106 miles. Who cares?We have power cuts so regularly in winter that we have a generator in the front porch to keep everything going. We don’t moan or whinge to the BBC but just get stuck in and sort things out ourselves.Internet speeds are slower than the average for Africa but, when we had a storm and a tree blew down, my neighbour came round with his tractor and a couple of hours later we were sorted. Working together with a smile was better than anything the world wide web could offer us.If the roads are potholed then that’s fine too. The hunting buzzard doesn’t care nor does the big dog fox who keeps the rabbit population down.Wherever you live, from the most palatial apartment in a highly desirable city to our little house, there are good things and bad things.And when I smelt the hawthorn blossom today, and Jim – our Manx ram nuzzled up to me – I knew who had got the best deal.And here’s Jim, posing for a picture for Quora readers.A BIT MORE FOR ANYONE WHO IS INTERESTED..First, thank you to everyone who has been so kind as to read my earlier post and comment on it.In view of the interest, here is a little bit more information about rural life in England.I want to begin by dealing, briefly, with the “drawbacks” of our rural living – if this is what they are. We have no immediate access to shops, Post Offices, a bank or doctors. It’s not as if we are in the middle of the Sahara but they are not as immediately accessible as they are to those who live in towns and cities.We have dreadful internet access speeds and our mobile (cell) phones run frequently on 3G – not even 4G!We have power cuts in winter and the local roads are potholed and worn out.Equally, there are pressures on national and local budgets and I would rather the available money be spent on schools, the NHS and caring for the needy than us in the countryside. We get our benefits in different ways.Our weather is very mild, incredibly so by US standards, almost every day. In the depths of winter we have a sprinkling of snow and a few degrees of frost and a heatwave hot day is 80f – or the upper 20s c.We do get storms but a really bad one has winds of maybe 60mph – hardly a hurricane.Our rain is consistent throughout the year and this gives rise to incredibly lush pastures.The same mild weather means that we can, and do, have an English orchard with pears, apples, plums, crab apples, damsons and even tiny olives. We have just planted some German grapes and these are growing like mad.From August until late October, we never buy fruit and we make lots of jams and preserves.We are surrounded with locally grown produce.We have also planted ½ mile of English hedgerow (that’s 1500 sprits by hand!!!) – the defining token of England for the last 600 years. In it, there are hawthorn, blackthorn, English field maple, dog rose, beech, wild cherry and, for the future generations, oaksCurrently, the weather is – just – sufficiently warm to eat outside which we do a lot from May until October.However, the great joy is that in the depths of winter, the land is just as beautiful. I love going up on to our little hill and feeling the stinging rain from a north-westerly storm – and wondering that even in the winter gloom that I can look over the most harmonious landscape in the world where the hedges, trees and pastures are integrated into what looks like a completely natural vista but yet is wholly created by mankind.This is also why we keep pet sheep which have been integral to the English countryside for over a millennia.Looking after the land can either be a joy or a delight. I don’t have a ride on lawnmower and, for a bit of fun for this post, I checked how far it was to mow round our pond and the house lawn. It was 5.4 miles – and I enjoyed every inch.Alternatively, this could be a huge chore.If you want somewhere pleasant to live, and do more important things than care for the land, then get a nice house in a relaxed suburban area, or an apartment in a city where there is a buzz, because rural living is a total commitment which you have to love to avoid being buried, and frustrated, by the workload.Now, I am going to walk round the paddock, chat to our sheep – and thank our trees for giving us their gifts.*****Summer Update:I feel slightly embarrassed writing a second addendum to the original post which I wrote rather quickly because I was chasing a deadline for my new book “A Very Greek Romance” (Sunshine, Sailing and Superyachts eBook: Frank Melling: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store) which had to be finished on time.However, I have been very moved by the interest so many Quorans have shown about our little cottage.First, let me stress how incredibly ordinary my wife and I are. We live on a modest income – writing is not a way to get rich quickly, or slowly, for that matter – and choose to give up many things to stay in our cottage. For example, our last meal out was fish and chips eaten in a roadside layby following an interview we had just done: truly la dolce vita!So, here are a few highlights from our summer so far.1) It has been a very wet, and mild, summer which has given us a fantastic crop of grass. We’ve been smiling at the thought of not buying hay for the woolly children this winter because they will have sufficient fodder to take them through winter and maybe save us £150.Here is Jim, and his flock, chest deep in the luscious grass.2) Jim likes eating just the petals from the wild flowers and does so with meticulous care. But this year, the oxeye daisies in particular have been so prolific that they are spreading beautifully despite his efforts.We’ve had a wonderful crop of oxeye daisies this year - so many that even Jim couldn’t decapitate them all!3) Our big hedge is over 1/2 mile long and we planted it with English oak, field maple, blackthorn, hawthorn, wild cherry and dog rose. Unusually, it is planted four deep – around six feet (2m) and so there is a wildlife corridor along the whole length of the field.It’s easy to see the well-worn wildlife routes in and out of the hedge which shows how important this haven is.4) We have a pair of buzzards nesting in the big oak at the end of the paddock and the female orbits when she spots me in the paddock because I leave meat scraps out for her around the pond edge: a buzzard’s equivalent of a fast food take away.5) We’ve been late shearing this year because it has been so cold and wet but now the children have been to the hairdressers and look lovely. We sheared Jim first and – being more a woolly person than a sheep – he stayed to help us whilst his sisters were styled.Here’s Jim looking magnicient after his haircut. What a handsome boy - and he knows it!James, the shearer, also gave us a hand with clipping the hooves which needed doing, giving everyone a dose of worming medicine and Spot On – to stop fly strike – on the whole flock’s backs.Here’s Princess Leia (have a look at her magnificent horns for the clue to her name!) who is Jim’s best friend and the friendliest of all the flock.James is kind and quick and everyone was back munching grass in no time – Jim excepted who was kind enough to give us a hand packing up. What a boy!Princess Leia after her annual visit to the hairdressersClearly, he insisted on butting everyone out of the way whenever I got the camera out because the paddock is barely big enough for his enormous ego.6) It’s very exciting to see the fruit doing do well on the trees. It looks like a bumper harvest coming.The apple crop is going to be fantasticWhat’s really amusing is that we’re even getting a crop of tiny olives and the grape vines are joining in the fun too.But the grapes are still work in progressThank you once again for your interest and do keep leaving comments. If there is sufficient interest, I’ll make another post when the fruit becomes riper.Best wishes to everyoneFrankPS - Here is a picture of the hawthorn hedge in blossom as requested by CathLate Summer…Thank you to everyone who keeps reading the notes I write about our little cottage. I feel so honoured that you should take an interest in our very ordinary life.I thought that it might be interesting if I told you about when things go wrong – and it’s not so idyllic.We are on a tourist route – not a main one – but still one which attracts visitors for “a day out in the countryside”. We were turning the big trailer round and had the paddock gate open to give us the maximum room. As always, Jim was stood on the verge at the side of the road helping.A horrible family saw him there and the father honked his horn and startled Jim who ran down the verge for a few seconds whilst the kids shrieked and one threw an empty can at him.Jim came back to us, panting and wide eyed and was really upset for a couple of hours afterwards.Why they wanted to do this is quite beyond me.Then we had a big storm and a tree branch broke and cracked one of the gutters. I hate climbing ladders but it was either me or no-one so up I went. But the big problem wasn’t the gutter but the House Martin nest next to it. There was a tiny chick in there and I had to disturb him for an hour.We love the House Martins, who keep the garden fly free for when we eat outside, and my worry was that his Mum would abandon him.I needn’t have worried because ten minutes after I had left he was shouting his beak off and Mum was back on duty. The world needs good Mums!We have had a really mild, and wet summer, and goodness me the grass is growing like the Amazonian rain forest. It’s 2.7 miles to mow round the pond which is good exercise – but I wish that I didn’t have to do it every five or six days!And to finish on a high note. We are just getting the first fruit from our wonderful trees. I have lost formal religion, thanks to all the fanaticism I see with professional religious people, but I am still very spiritual.As I collected the very first plums of the year, I thanked the tree for her gift and Mother Earth for our precious planet. Truly, we are blessed – and I just wish that more people could see this.The very, very first few plums of the season. I love the blemishes and inconsistencies compared with supermarket fruit and they are so much more delicious.Now, it’s a battle between me and wasps as to who gets the biggest helpings!I hope that you find this picture interesting. The grass is growing almost by the second and the big field drains are winter full.There’s always something happening in the countryside.A PLUG FOR JIM:I have just been in the paddock with some bread which we occasionally give the woolly children for a treat. Whilst I was there, Jim took me on one side to give me a real verbal telling off for what has been a truly appalling oversight.Jim reminded me, vocally and with a good butt, that he features in my latest book of short stories.A Collection of "What If..." Short Stories: Amazon.co.uk: Frank Melling: 9780952798774: BooksThe story is called, not unsurprisingly, “Lucky Jim” and it tells the tale - albeit slightly fictionalised - how Jim came to us.So, apologies to our wonderful sheep - and he does check my Quora account regularly from his laptop in the stable - and to all readers of these notes for not giving Jim the publicity he so richly deserves.AUTUMN STORIESI feel very touched that Quora readers are still enjoying the little stories about our country life. I want to continue writing for you because currently the world seems to be a really unhappy place with so many politicians behaving so badly.Then there is the nastiness which seems to be everywhere on Social Media - Quora excepted clearly - at a time when so many have so much.I hope that these anecdotes bring you some happiness and that you enjoy reading about life from inside our little bubble.Today, we finished work early so that we could enjoy the last hour of Autumn sun and finish the last of the apple and pear picking.I no longer follow a formal religion but I do believe in the spirituality of the world and so I always thank the trees for the gifts of their fruit which they so gladly provide for us.We’ve got an old fridge which we were going to be charged a fortune to throw away so this is our cold room now. Fully loaded, we get a total of three months fantastic fruit which tastes nothing like the rubbish sold in supermarkets.We have had a fantastic crop of pears, plums and apples - the best ever. But our favourite fruit is the wonderful little John Downie crab apple which I poach in cider to go with free range chicken like this…Or make into crab apple and ginger jam like this…And then there is the plum sauce for those long winter nights when you need a real rib sticker meal with lamb. It’s a delight to look out into the dark and know that the tree which gave us her fruit is just over the fence - and to say thanks to her.And finally on the fruit front, with a long roll of drums, the new children in our paddock - our grapes - have even managed to provide us with their very own gift.I know that I should have destroyed these in the first year but the two vines have tried so hard to contribute that I just couldn’t so here we are - authentic English grapes grown outside without any protection whatsoever.Another joy of Autumn is that we have the woolly children come into the garden most days. They love the windfalls from the crab apple and main crop apple trees and, believe it or not, actually take themselves back into the paddock when they have had sufficient.Here’s Jim and Princess LeiaSo, all this are the idyllic bits of the story - but we do have a problem. I have never seen so much water in our field drains in the 30 years we have had the cottage and our neighbours’ fields are absolutely sodden.We are, currently, okay with high, very well drained, ground for the sheep and plenty of pasture but if we have a very wet spell we’re going to face some properly serious problems.Thanks for reading and do leave your comments.LATE AUTUMNI continue to be amazed at the number of likes and the warm comments these little stories receive so I thought that I would add a few updates. I hope that they will show the other side of rural living and the fact that a rural property like ours never “closes”. There is something which needs doing every second of every day.Currently, the weather has been bad. First, we had very heavy rain which flooded the road past the cottage and was, for a day or so, dangerous for sleepy urban drivers who didn’t realise that they were in the countryside.Here’s a picture of the road the day after the flood, when the waters were starting to subside.The pond was very high too and the overflow was pouring into the field drains. I went out for a couple of hours with a spade to make sure that the water was flowing freely at the final point, although we do have a “slow water” system.The way this works is by having a series of dams each one of which holds a lot of water from the paddocks. The whole system is over ¼ mile long, eight or nine feet wide and five feet deep. This holds a lot of water!There are then a series of sluices so that as each section reaches maximum capacity, it drains into the next. Finally, there is the main field drain which eventually reaches the river.Because we keep the water on our land, the main drain is not overwhelmed and the deliberately wet areas we have created are havens for wildlife.It was wet and cold with a howling wind but I took a delight in being inside these elemental forces rather than battling them or trying to impose my human will on nature.I also wanted to share this image of the first hedge fire of the season. It’s far too wet to put a machine into the paddock so I have begun hedge cutting by hand – and that’s better exercise than a gym!The hedge clippings need to be burnt and I don’t feel at all bad about this because we are not only carbon neutral but vastly carbon negative. In the last 30 years we have planted around 3,000 sprits which are now playing their part in a big, healthy, carbon gobbling English hedgerow consuming the emissions generated by town dwellers.Instead of going on protest marches I’d like to see the Eco Warriors out in the driving rain and freezing cold planting hedges - and then maintaining them every year.Finally, here was the view this morning as I walked the 20 feet across the yard to our office to start work. Or I could live in a town…It’s now early December and we’ve had the first hard frosts which is wonderful. It has been bitingly cold which is good because the mild weather has encouraged too many horse flies. The frost will have thinnned these out nicely keeping everything in balance.There is plenty of grazing for the sheep but they do a like a treat after a night out in sub zero weather so I took a bucket of sheep nuts up to the top of the paddock. It was a wonderful experience in the soft, etheral, post dawn light.Christmas 2019I have to make a Quora confession. On Christmas Eve, I was allowed out of the house, and away from Christmassy duties, to work on the hedge.The wind was driving the rain in near horizontal legions, rampaging across the fields and stinging my face like hail. So, the plan was to write something for you which said, “Look, living in the countryside all the year round can be wet, cold and muddy and not just an idyllic, sun blessed utopia.”That was the idea.The problem was that in the rain, with what little light there was obscured by battalions of dark grey clouds, the paddock was still breathtakingly beautiful.The air was not the second-hand, pre-breathed, noxious mix of gases which pollutes cities. This air came directly from the Irish Sea - fresh, clean, confident and full of life.The rain wasn’t filtered by sky scrapers and bridges but hit me with enthusiasm and dedication, right from the sky.The hedge itself was a rural metropolis of life. I loved seeing the doorways created by our many animals – badgers, foxes and the smaller mammals. Then there were the first hints of the new season’s buds – and these were a powerful lesson regarding why hubris is such a dangerous flaw in humankind’s psyche.Those buds are growing relentlessly regardless of what political party is in power, the intolerance, or not, shown by one section of humanity to another and even the Christmas family arguments.Looking at those buds reminded me of my utter insignificance in the Multiverse and my need for humility towards my family, my friends, my work colleagues and, most of all, those with whom I don’t agree. Thank you buds.That’s all the philosophical musings so what has been happening?First, after the hedge work, we went to an evening Christingle Service in our local rural church. I no longer subscribe to any recognised religion - except perhaps in my respect for Gaea, the Earth Mother - but I felt very English singing traditional carols and seeing the little ones re-enact the Christian story of Christmas.The sheep children are pretty fed up at the moment because the most of paddock is so wet. They spend half the day on top of the hill then come down to feed on the longer grass – even though they have to paddle about.For a treat, the children have a small helping of sheep nuts most days and then sub-standard apples from our local market the rest of time. Sheep nuts are a mixture of wheat, molasses, soya oil and minerals and make up for the poor nutritional quality of the grass at the moment. Not that the children are interested in that: sheep nuts are an ovine equivalent of chocolate biscuits or pie and chips. There is nothing a sheep won’t do for a helping of sheep nuts!Because the children are spoiled rotten, everyone has their own bowl so that they all get a fair helping.Finally, here was Gaea saying good night to me as I made my way back to the house.Have a wonderful 2020 wherever you are in the world.Winter FilmI have put a few of the sunsets and sunrises together into a little film which I hope that you might enjoy.English Country Sunset and Sunrises

What are some transformative short stories?

99 Tiny Stories to Make You Think, Smile and Cry:Today, it’s been ten years since my abusive ex-fiancé sold my favorite guitar. He sold it on the day I left him. When I went to claim my belongings, he was proud that he had sold it to a pawn shop. Luckily, I managed to track down the guy who bought it from the pawn shop. He was really sweet, and gave it back to me for free, on the condition that I accompany him on his front porch for an hour to play guitar with him. He grabbed a second guitar and we ended up sitting there on his porch for the rest of the afternoon playing music, talking, and smiling. He’s been my husband for nine years now. MMTToday would have been the 127th day in a row that I visited her at the hospital as she rested in a coma. But last night I had a dream that she died, and I woke up in tears this morning and couldn’t bring myself to drive to the hospital to see her lying there like that. So I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking of how I was going to have to learn to live without her for the rest of my life. And then my phone rang, and it was her. MMTToday, about an hour after I lost my wallet, a man showed up at my front door with it. Everything was intact including the $200 in cash. As I expressed my gratitude, he explained to me that he hopes doing the right thing pays off for him. “Oddly enough, I lost my wallet sometime this morning too,” he said. “I had about the same amount of cash in there that you have and all my cards and IDs.” Without thinking about it, I pulled out $100 and handed it to him. “Take this, I insist,” I said. “Just in case you don’t find your wallet, we’ll split the cash.” He gratefully accepted the money and left. This evening he knocked on my door again. “Here’s your $100 back,” he said. “A woman found my wallet and returned it and all my cash about an hour ago.” MMTToday, while I was browsing in a secondhand bookshop, I found a copy of a book that had been stolen from me when I was a kid. I opened it and saw, on the first page, in familiar hand writing, my own name. It had been a gift from my (now late) grandfather. Next to my name my grandfather wrote, “I hope you rediscover this book someday when you’re older, and it makes you think about the important things in life.” MMTToday, a week after I donated three bags of clothes to a local homeless shelter, I saw a homeless woman sitting on a park bench wearing a tye-dyeshirt I made when I was a teenager. I walked by her and said, “I love your shirt!” She smiled and said, “Thank you! I really do too!” MMTToday at 7AM, I pulled over on my way to work to help a lady change a flat tire. At 4PM, she saved my life when she randomly saw me downtown and yanked me backward out of a crosswalk as a car ran the red light. MMTToday, it’s been five years since my mom was in a car accident that resulted in her losing all of her long-term memory from before the crash. When I was little, my mom and I used to quote a ‘Winnie the Pooh’ book as an inside joke. One of us would ask, “Have you ever seen a dragon fly?” And the other would reply, “I have, I have seen a dragon fly!” This evening I was sitting with her while we were watching TV and I randomly asked, “Have you ever seen a dragon fly?” And she responded with, “I have, I have seen a dragon fly!” We stared at each other for a prolonged moment, and then she jumped out of her seat and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I remember!” MMTToday, I have a disorder which frequently makes me faint for a few seconds, making it hard for me to be independent and hold down a steady job. I used to be really depressed about it, but my family and friends turned my illness into a game, seeing who could make me laugh the hardest when I returned to consciousness. They have also turned catching me into a sport. Believe it or not, I haven’t hit the floor once in the past two years. Someone has always been there to catch me. MMTToday was my first day back on the job after more than a year on disability leave due to a freak explosion in the plant that, among other injuries, left me legally deaf in both ears. When I walked into the plant this morning several of my colleagues signed me phrases like “Great to see you,” “Welcome back,” and “We missed you.” It turns out that nine of my colleagues got together and took a sign language course, just like I did, over the last several months. They did this so they could easily communicate with me when I returned. Their compassion MMT.Today, I am an Iraq and Afghanistan veteran. Upon arriving home three years ago from my final tour to Afghanistan I found out that my wife had been cheating on me and had spent/stole almost all of our money. I had nowhere to stay and no phone and was suffering from severe anxiety problems. One of my close friends from high school, Shawn, and his wife, seeing that I was in need of help, took me in and let me live with their family of five. They helped me deal with my divorce and get my life together. Since then, I’ve moved into my own place, opened a fairly successful diner, and my friend’s kids call my Uncle Jay when they see me. The way they adopted me into their family in my desperate time of need will always MMT.Today, I have been a counselor for foster care children for almost 15 years. This afternoon I ran into one of my previous foster children I hadn’t seen in over 5 years. About 10 years ago, on a day he was really upset and mad at life, I drew him a sketch of a superhero and wrote him a note on an index card about how he is a superhero and that superheroes always rise up and win in the end. I saw him today as I walked past the local fire station. He’s now a fire fighter. He recognized me as I walked by and ran up to me. We talked for about a half hour, and then before we parted ways he took his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out the superhero index card I made for him when he was a kid. MMTToday, I have diabetes. Two years ago, after my mom passed away, I inherited her cat, Kita. At 3AM this morning Kita woke me up by sitting at the foot of the bed and meowing VERY loud over and over again. I had never heard her sound that way, so I sat up in bed to see what was wrong. As soon as I did, I realized I felt extremely lightheaded and weak. I grabbed my glucose meter and tested myself. My level was down to 53. Normal, according to my doctor, is between 70 and 120. My doctor told me that had Kita not awakened me, I may have never awakened at all. MMTToday, we live in a lower-middle-class neighborhood. My wife was just diagnosed with breast cancer, so my 14-year-old son decided that he wanted to raise money to help pay for some of her miscellaneous medical expenses. His idea was to go door to door around the neighborhood with battery operated hair clippers and let people shave a part of his head for a small donation of their choosing. He asked me whether a $100 goal would be too much. I told him not to get his hopes up. He came back home ten minutes ago with a totally bald head and $1,223. Two people gave him $100 bills. MMTToday, it’s been ten years since my best friend became ill and needed a kidney transplant. As I was a fitting donor, I chose to donate one of my healthy kidneys to her even after doctors said her chance of survival was only 30%, and that there would be inherent risks to my health as well. But here I am at 10AM, getting ready to drive to her wedding venue where, in just a few short hours, I will be her maid of honor as she marries the love of her life who she happened to meet at the hospital ten years ago. MMTToday, I was buying food at the grocery store for my family, but at the checkout counter my debit card came back declined for over-withdrawal. (I’ve been laid off from work for awhile now and am barely making ends meet.) As I quickly explained myself to the cashier and started putting back some of the food I had picked out, the man in line behind me stepped forward and paid for all my groceries. I thanked him, and he said, “Someone did the same thing for me several years ago. This is my opportunity to pay it forward. I hope you can do the same someday.” MMTToday, exactly 10 months after suffering from a severe stroke that nearly killed him, my dad got up from his wheelchair without any help for the first time, and slow danced with me during the father/daughter dance at my wedding. MMTToday, a big stray dog randomly followed me from the subway on my walk home. For about six blocks he followed just a few paces behind me. And just as this began to freak me out, a guy came out of nowhere, held a knife up to my face, and yelled, “Give me your purse!” Before I had a chance to react, the stray dog lunged at the man and bit his leg. He dropped the knife and fell to the ground as I ran away. I am now at home, safely, because of that dog. MMTToday my son, who I adopted eight months ago at the age of seven, called me ‘mom’ for the very first time. MMTToday, I’m a police officer stationed at the state court house. This afternoon the judge finalized a case in which a 3-year-old boy was officially adopted by his late mom’s best friend two years after the boy’s parents and grandparents died in a car accident. The boy has been living with his mom’s best friend ever since the accident, and he treats her as if she is his real mom. Once the adoption was approved, everyone in the courtroom was smiling. But before the judge had a chance to slam the gavel and dismiss everyone, the boy ran up to the judge and asked if he could do it. The judge laughed and nodded yes. So, smiling ear to ear, the boy sat on the judge’s lap, looked up at everyone in the courtroom, slammed the gavel, and finalized his own adoption. MMTToday, my 17 year old autistic brother, Kevin, played guitar and sang every single word, flawlessly, to the Lifehouse song ‘Hanging by a Moment’ for his girlfriend (who is also autistic) on their one year anniversary. His girlfriend’s smile lit up the room. Although he struggles with a severe speech impediment, he has been practicing for this every single day since they first started dating. MMTToday, at the local convenience store where I work an elderly man with a guide dog came in, went to the aisle with the greetings cards, picked up a card, held it up extremely close to his face, and struggled to read it. Just as I was about to walk over to help him, a big truck driver asked him if he needed assistance reading, and then proceeded to read him almost every single greeting card out loud until the elderly man smiled and said, “That’s perfect! My wife will love that one!” MMTToday, when I landed at J.F.K. for a business trip, I turned on my phone and was inundated with several voicemails and text messages from family and close friends back in Seattle. “Call home. Your mom had a severe stroke and is currently in intensive care,” read the first text message to pop-up on my phone. My boss was with me, told me she’d handle things herself, and insisted that I catch the next flight back home. As I stood in line at the ticket counter, talking to my brother about my mother’s condition, crying, and explaining that I was going to try to make a flight that leaves in 30 minutes, the twelve people in line in front of me overheard my conversation and let me skip to the front. Then after the Delta rep quickly issued me a ticket, she walked around the counter, handled me a box of tissues, and before I had a chance to react, gave me a big hug. I made my flight. And my mom is now in stable condition. MMTToday, a deaf-mute child I have been caring for 5 days a week for the last 4 years looked up at me this afternoon after I fed him his favorite lunch and spoke aloud to me for the first time. He said, “Thank you, Monica. I love you.” MMTToday, the man that saved my life 28 years ago when he singlehandedly fought off three other men who were trying to rape me, walks with a cane due to the leg injury he suffered by doing so. And he looked so proud today when he put down his cane and slowly walked our daughter down the aisle. MMTToday, outside the doctor’s office, approximately 15 minutes after we received the discouraging news about my incurable cancer, she got down on one knee and asked me to marry her. MMTToday, my dad is the best dad I could ask for. He’s a loving husband to my mom (always making her laugh), he’s been to every one of my soccer games since I was 5 (I’m 17 now), and he provides for our family as a construction foreman. This morning when I was searching through my dad’s toolbox for a pliers, I found a dirty folded up paper at the bottom. It was an old journal entry in my dad’s handwriting dated exactly one month before the day I was born. It reads, “I am eighteen years old, an alcoholic who is failing out of college, a past cutter, and a child abuse victim with a criminal record of auto theft. And next month, ‘teen father’ will be added to the list. But, I swear I will make things right for my little girl. I will be the dad I never had.” And I don’t know how he did it, but he did it. MMTToday, I have an elderly patient who is suffering from a severe case of Alzheimer’s. He can rarely remember his own name, and he often forgets where he is and what he said just a few minutes beforehand. But by the stretch of some miracle (perhaps the miracle of love), he remembers who his wife is every morning when she shows up to spend a few hours with him. He usually greets her by saying, “Hello my beautiful Kate.” MMTToday, I’m a teacher in a low income neighborhood in greater Detroit. Because their parents don’t have enough money, some of my students come to school without lunch, or without money for lunch. So I lend them a few dollars here and there to buy a school lunch when they are short on cash. I’ve been doing this for several years, and other teachers think I’m crazy. But of the few hundred dollars I’ve lent students over the years, I have received every single cent back. Sometimes it takes them a few weeks, but every one of my students has paid me back without me asking. MMTToday, when my wife showed up to do a 5K walk in support of her breast cancer, over 200 of her current and past students (she’s a high school English teacher) and several of her colleagues showed up, unexpectedly, wearing pink shirts with her photo and a caption that read, “We’re going to beat this together.” I’ve never seen my wife so overwhelmed with joy before in my life. MMTToday, my cat got out of my downtown condo and got lost. I was sad because I figured I’d never see her again. About 24 hours after I posted flyers on telephone poles in the city I received a call from a man who found my cat. It turned out the man was homeless and used 50 cents to call me from a payphone. He was insanely nice and even bought a can of food for my cat. I gave the man all the cash I had on me as a reward. MMTToday, my brother spends most of his free time at school hanging out with the football team – he’s actually been working out with the team and everything. My brother has a mild case of autism. About a year ago my mom was ready to pull my brother out of school and have him home schooled due to excessive teasing from peers. One of the popular football players, who had stood up for him in the past, heard about this, explained the situation to his teammates and friends, and stood by his side until the teasing stopped. Now, a year later, he’s just ‘one of the guys.’ MMTToday, almost 5 years after I stopped volunteering at the suicide prevention hotline, the new manager gave me a call. She said this afternoon they received a $25,000 anonymous donation to help fund the support line. Along with the donation they received an email that read, “Thank you Claire. You saved my life.” Apparently, I’m the only Claire who ever volunteered there. MMTToday, a homeless man whom I recognize from around the neighborhood came into my bakery and purchased a large birthday cake (I gave him a 40% discount). I curiously watched as he walked the cake across the street to another homeless man. The other man started laughing and then the two men hugged. MMTToday, I watched a teenage boy help an elderly woman with a cane onto the city bus I was riding. He was so careful with her, assisting her every step of the way. The woman had the biggest smile on her face. They both sat directly across from me, and just as I was about to compliment her on having a wonderful grandson, the boy looked at her and said, “My name is Chris. What’s your name, ma’am?” MMTToday, I stopped on the side of the road to help an elderly man who was struggling with changing a flat tire. It turns out he was the firefighter who pulled my mom and me out of our burning apartment when I was a kid. Even though I hadn’t seen him in 30 years, it only took me a few seconds to recognize him. We chatted about it for awhile, and then as soon as I had the spare tire secured to his car, we looked at each other, shook hands and said, “Thank you,” simultaneously. MMTToday, my grandmother and grandfather, who were both in their early 90’s and married for 72 years, both died of natural causes approximately one hour apart from each other. MMTToday, my father had a serious heart attack in the waiting room at the hospital as my wife was giving birth to our first child. My father was waiting to welcome his first grandchild into the world. The doctors say he likely would have died if he wasn’t already at the hospital with medical care a few seconds away. But based on the lucky circumstances, he’s expected to make a full recovery. MMTToday, I witnessed a bad car accident at an intersection. An older drunk male with no headlights ran a light and hit a teenager’s car. The drunk driver’s car caught fire. Then the teenager, covered in blood, struggled out of his car, jogged to the burning vehicle and pulled the drunk driver to safety just before the cab of the vehicle burst into flames. MMTToday, I texted my supervisor to tell him I wouldn’t be able to come into work today due to the fact that I’m in the emergency room with my dad after he had a heart attack. I got a response saying I had the wrong number. But then a few minutes later the person called me, told me her prayers are with me and my dad, and then told me a story about how her dad made a full recovery from a heart attack last year. We spoke for a half hour and she made me feel better. People like her who convey unrelenting compassion and goodwill MMT.Today, after my daughter’s funeral I was going through my phone deleting all the condolence messages. There were so many of them that I simply selected ‘delete all,’ but one message didn’t delete. It was the last message my daughter left me before she passed and it was marked as ‘new.’ Sometimes my voicemail forces me to listen to messages before I can delete them, so played it. She said, “Hey dad, I just wanted to let you know I’m okay and I’m home now.” MMTToday, I walked up to the door of my office (I’m a florist) at 7AM to find a uniformed Army soldier standing out front waiting. He was on his way to the airport to go overseas for a year. He said, “I usually bring home a bouquet of flowers for my wife every Friday and I don’t want to let her down when I’m away.” He then placed an order for 52 Friday afternoon deliveries of flowers to his wife’s office and asked me to schedule one for each week until he returns. I gave him a 50% discount because it made my day to see something so sweet. MMTToday, my high school boyfriend, who I thought I’d never see again, showed me the pictures of the two of us he kept in his Army helmet while he was overseas for the last 8 years. MMTToday, a 9-year-old patient of mine will be undergoing her 14th surgery in the past 2 years to combat a rare form of cancer. Even after all the surgeries I’ve never seen her frown. She’s still 100% sure she’ll survive. And I’m certain her attitude is the primary reason she has survived to this point. She still laughs and plays with her friends and family. She has intelligent goals for the future. A kid like her who can go through everything she’s been through and come out smiling MMT.Today, during a fire evacuation at school, I ran outside to find one of the thugs at our school, who is notorious for being a tough guy, holding my little sister’s hand (she’s a special needs student) and telling her, “You’re okay. You’re safe,” and calming her down as she slowly stopped crying. MMTToday, in the background over the phone, I heard my 7-year-old son ask my wife, “If daddy’s job is going so well, how come he’s never home here with us?” MMTToday, when the chief ordered the firefighters to evacuate the building due to “extremely hazardous conditions,” I began to panic even more. My daughter was still trapped inside. But one fire fighter didn’t listen to the orders. Instead he ran around to another apartment unit that borders the other side of our unit, went out onto the balcony, jumped over to our balcony, smashed through the sliding glass door with an axe, and brought my daughter out alive. MMTToday, I was one of the paramedics on the scene where a professional skydiving instructor died due to a parachute failure. As we loaded the man’s body into the back of the ambulance, I noticed his t-shirt. It said, “I died doing what I love.” MMTToday, six months after his passing, I flew from Austin, Texas to Melbourne, Australia to clean out my brother’s overseas condo and finalize its sale. As you might imagine, the entire experience was a sad one. But one thing that jumped out at me was my brother’s desk planner. Two weeks before he passed he crossed out a 9-day vacation on his calendar with a note saying, “Not enough time, maybe next month.” MMTToday, as my grandpa rested in his hospital bed, desperately fighting pancreatic cancer, he squeezed my hand tight and said, “Promise me, no matter how good or bad you have it, you will wake up every morning thankful for your life. Because every morning you wake up, someone somewhere else will be desperately fighting for theirs.” MMTToday, after an 11 month tour of duty in the Army, my husband has been home from Afghanistan for 9 days. During a heavy rain storm this morning at 4AM, following a loud crack of thunder, my husband jumped out of bed, half asleep, and onto the floor and screamed, “Get down! Get down!” MMTToday, I told my 18 year old grandson that nobody asked me to prom when I was in high school, so I didn’t attend. He showed up at my house this evening dressed in a tuxedo and took me as his date to his prom. MMTToday, I watched in horror through the kitchen window as my 2-year-old slipped and fell head first into the pool. But before I could get to her, our Labrador Retriever, Rex, jumped in after her, grabbed her by her shirt collar and pulled her to the shallow steps where she could stand. MMTToday I turned 10. Yes I was born on 9-11-2001. My mom worked in the World Trade Center but wasn’t at work that day because she was giving birth to me. MMTToday, after several kids teased a less fortunate girl (who lives in a poorer neighborhood) this morning for always wearing the same clothes, seven students in my class went home at lunch time, emptied their drawers and closets and brought this girl 16 pristine and beautiful outfits to wear. I found out about this after I asked her why she changed her clothes after lunch today. MMTToday, I was sitting on the steps of a church waiting for a bus when I saw an old Catholic nun being assisted up the steps by a young man wearing a Muslim turban. Once they were at the top, the nun turned to the young man and said, “I can see both of our gods raise beautiful children. Thank you.” The young man smiled and nodded. MMTToday, our high school basketball team has a senior player who uses a wheelchair. He lost both of his legs from the knee down in a car crash when he was a sophomore. He was one of the best basketball players on the team at the time, so the coach insisted that he stay on the team to help coach the other players. He’s now the assistant coach, but he’s also the designated free throw shooter for injured players. When a player gets injured during a foul and can’t immediately shoot the foul shots, he rolls out to the foul line and takes the shots for the injured player. I’ve never missed a home game, and I’ve never seen him miss a shot. MMTToday, I paid my landlord back in full. Ten months ago I lost my job and couldn’t cover my rent for two months. Instead of putting my son and I on the streets, my landlord said, “You’ve been a good tenant for ten years and I know times are tough. Take your time, find another job, and pay me back as soon as you can.” MMTToday at 5AM, I asked an elderly man in the city where the nearest train stop was. He walked me to it and then waited next to me for 15 minutes. When the train finally arrived, he smiled and said, “Be safe out there, miss.” and then walked away without boarding the train. MMTToday, I was in a taxi on my way to work in Chicago when my blood glucose level suddenly dropped and I passed out. The taxi driver used all the tricks of his trade to get me to the hospital as quickly as possible. Apparently, he cut through a small park and drove over a median to get me there before it was too late. I know this because after I woke up, my nurse told me that my taxi driver “saved my life” and “physically carried me into the emergency room waiting area,” followed by a police officer who was after him for the said traffic violations. But then, my nurse said, “After the taxi driver explained himself, the police officer shook his hand and left.” MMTToday, two Orphan children (a boy and a girl) I used to care for years ago when they were teenagers are now married, are the owners of a successful marketing firm, own the home across the street from me, and have two beautiful children. And although I never officially adopted them, their two children call me ‘Grandma.’ MMTToday, I re-read the suicide letter I wrote on the afternoon of September 2nd 1996 about two minutes before my girlfriend showed up at my door and told me, “I’m pregnant.” She was honestly the only reason I didn’t follow through with it. Suddenly I felt I had a reason to live. Today she’s my wife. We’ve been happily married for 14 years. And my daughter, who is almost 15 now, has two younger brothers. I re-read my suicide letter from time to time as a reminder to be thankful – I am thankful I got a second chance. MMTToday, and every day for the last two months since I returned to school with burn scars on my face after being hospitalized for nearly a month for injuries I sustained in a house fire, a red rose was taped to my locker when I got to school in the morning. I have no clue who is getting to school early and leaving me these roses. I’ve even arrived early myself a few times to try to figure it out, but each time the rose was already there. MMTToday, as we were eating lunch at a diner my boyfriend leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek every few minutes when someone walked by. When I noticed what he was doing, I asked why. He said, “I want them to know you’re my girl.” We’re both in our mid-70’s and lost our spouses to cancer about 10 years ago. Second chances at love MMT.Today, my sister, who has Down Syndrome, followed through with her plan to sing at the school talent show. She’s been practicing her song diligently every afternoon for the last month, but it still worried me. I was terrified by the thought of how the students in the audience would respond to her. I just felt like there was a strong chance they would be mean. But they weren’t. In fact, she was the only act that received a standing ovation the entire night. MMTToday, two years after I was told I would never walk again, I got up out of my wheelchair and took my first few unassisted steps into my wife’s arms. MMTToday, one of my regular customers, an elderly man who has been eating in our diner every morning for the better part of 5 years, left me $500 in cash for his $7 breakfast. With the money, he left a small note that said, “Thank you, Cheryl. Your smile and hospitable service over the years gave me something to look forward to every morning after my wife passed. I’m moving to Long Island this evening to live with my son and his family. May the rest of your life be magical.” MMTToday, I unbuckled my seatbelt (I’m passionate about wearing my seatbelt) for two seconds so I could reach a printed map and directions sitting on the other side of the passenger seat. Just as I leaned over to grab it, I hit a big bump in the road and then my windshield shattered as a steel pipe that was hanging on the work truck driving in front of me shot, like a missile, through my windshield and directly into the center of the driver’s seat. I slammed on the brakes and crawled out of the passenger door. The cops that arrived at the scene couldn’t believe it either – there was an 8 foot steel pipe embedded into the driver’s seat, and it didn’t touch me. MMTToday, one of the football players at our school (who stands about 6’5) broke out in tears of joy and exclaimed, “Dad!” as he ran into his father’s arms in the middle of our Algebra II class. His father just returned home from Afghanistan early and came over to the school to surprise his son. MMTToday, I am a corporate accountant for a privately held chain of restaurants in the mid west. Our company employs several hundred people. The economic downturn has had a noticeable effect on the number of customers eating in our restaurants, but not a single employee has been laid off. But what our employees don’t know is that the owner hasn’t written himself a paycheck in six straight months. MMTToday, I was sitting on a park bench eating a sandwich I made myself for lunch when an elderly couple pulled their car up under a nearby oak tree. They rolled down the windows and turned up some jazz music on the radio. Then the man got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door for the woman, took her hand and helped her out of her seat, guided her about ten feet away from the car, and they slow danced for the next half hour under the oak tree. MMTToday, I took a cab ride 16 blocks in Manhattan and when I got to my destination I realized I forgot my wallet at home. As I fumbled through my purse, trying to explain things to the cab driver and scrounge up enough cash, a man walked up behind me and handed me a $50 bill. “Thank you!” I said. “Let me have your address. I will pay you back.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out an old receipt and wrote down an address. “You can drop off my money here,” he said. This afternoon I went to the address he gave me and found myself standing in front of a soup kitchen that had a sign out front that said, “Accepting cash donations to feed the hungry.” I walked in and donated the $50. MMTToday, I’m a 3rd shift IT guy for a finance company in NYC. This evening I was updating our VPN server at 3AM when I noticed an employee was actively logged in. I got suspicious and I accessed their account on the backend to see what they were doing. They had just sent a suicide note in an email entitled “Thank you and goodbye.” I immediately looked up their home address in our corporate directory and called 911. This person’s son called me at 7AM, just before I got off my shift, to thank me and inform me that his mother is in stable condition in the hospital. MMTToday was the 10 year anniversary of my dad’s passing. When I was a kid he used to hum a short melody to me as I was going to sleep. When I was 18, as he rested in his hospital bed fighting cancer, the roles were reversed and I hummed the melody to him. I haven’t heard that melody since and almost completely forgot about it until last night. My fiancé and I were lying in bed. We were turned on our sides looking at each other when he started humming the melody to me. He said his mom used to hum it to him when he was a kid. MMTToday, after my dad ran out of options to come up with enough money to pay our mortgage he decided to sell his pristine 1969 Camaro that he restored and has babied for as long as I can remember. A wealthy local collector came to look at it this afternoon. When he realized how passionate my dad was about the car, he asked, “Why are you selling it?” My dad told him and then the collector handed my dad cash for the car and said, “Here’s $5k in cash. I have the rest in my trunk. I’ll be right back.” The collector walked out our front door, got in his car and drove away. MMTToday, my little brother’s internet start-up was purchased for $12,000,000. My brother is 17 years younger than me. Our parent’s passed away in a car accident while I was babysitting him 17 years ago. I was 18 at the time and he was 1. I took legal guardianship of him and worked two jobs for 16 years to make sure he had every opportunity in the world. He started his company at 18 just after he graduated high school. It took off like wildfire. This evening, he transferred $1,000,000 into my retirement savings account. MMTToday, a young teenage boy was in line in front of me at Target. He used a gift card to buy two video games. The cashier, an older woman probably in her late 60’s, rang him up and informed him that he had $12 remaining on his gift card. “Oh, wait then,” he said as he ran two isles over and grabbed a $10 bouquet of flowers. As the cashier added the flowers to his order the boy handed them to her and said, “These are for you.” The cashier could not wipe the smile off her face, even after he left. MMTToday, it’s been almost four months since my son’s seven-year-old dog, Grover, got lost at a crowded fair on the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. We were on a family vacation visiting my husband’s parents. We searched for him everywhere, put up flyers all over the city - the whole nine yards. Nothing. My son was devastated. This afternoon, Grover showed up at our front door in Austin, Texas all by himself. MMTToday, a woman in my line at McDonald’s noticed the uniformed Marine in line behind her, and when she handed me $20 to pay for her meal, she said, “Keep the extra $12 and use it to pay for the Marine’s meal.” When the Marine got up to the counter and ordered his food, I informed him that it was already paid for by another customer. He stared at me for a second, then turned his head and glanced out the front window, handed me his cash anyway and said, “Okay, make it two #4 meals then.” On the way out of the restaurant he handed the second meal to a homeless man who was resting on the sidewalk. MMTToday, losing my infant son was the worst pain I have ever felt. But the phone call I just received from the doctor telling me my baby’s organs instantly saved two other baby’s lives MMT.Today, my father found my little sister alive, chained up in a barn. She was abducted near Mexico City almost 5 months ago. Authorities stopped actively searching for her a few weeks later. My mother and I laid her soul to rest. We even had a funeral for her last month. All of our family and friends attended the ceremony except my father. He swore she was still alive. He looked for her all day, every day since she disappeared. And she’s back home now because he never gave up. MMTToday, I walked my daughter down the aisle. Ten years ago I pulled a 14 year old boy out of his mom’s fire-engulfed SUV after a serious accident. Doctors initially said he would never walk again. My daughter came with me several times to visit him at the hospital. Then she started going on her own. Today, seeing him defy the odds and smile widely, standing on his own two feet at the altar as he placed a ring on my daughter’s finger MMT.Today, due to Alzheimer’s and dementia, my grandfather usually can’t remember who my grandmother is when he wakes up in the morning. It bothered my grandmother a year ago when it first happened, but now she’s fully supportive of his condition. In fact, she plays a game every day in which she tries to get my grandfather to ask her to re-marry him before dinnertime. She hasn’t failed yet. MMTToday, at 4PM I pulled over to help a man (who turned out to be a paramedic) push his car out of the road. After looking under the hood for a few minutes we both agreed his radiator needed to be replaced. He told me he was running late to work, so I used my AAA card to get him a free tow and ride to a repair shop next to the hospital. Exactly an hour later I called 911 when my son’s best friend fainted and stopped breathing after an asthma attack. The same paramedic, Jake, showed up at my house, performed CPR on my son’s friend until he was breathing again, and took him to the hospital. MMTToday, it’s been 10 years that our office janitor/maintenance man has been working at our company. Ever since he started, even as our small company grew from 12 people (when I started) to 118, he has given a small gift and card to every single one of his coworkers on their birthday. I actually just received my 10th gift and card from him last week. Today, for his birthday, the owner and CEO gave him a $25,000 bonus and threw him an after-work party. MMT“Today is your funeral,” my mother said to me over the phone as she cried hysterically from joy. I’ve been MIA overseas for the last few months after a mission I can’t speak about backfired. I was rescued this morning – the day of my funeral. MMTToday, I came across a Facebook page with 89 fans that’s dedicated to making fun of a kid at my school. It made me sick to my stomach. So I wrote this on the page’s wall: “Read your cruel words, and then get up and look in the mirror, all of you! And say, ‘I like torturing others! I am proud of myself!’” I just checked the Facebook page again, about 7 hours later. No one responded to my post. But the page now has 26 fans. MMTToday, I was sitting on the subway, exhausted, in a horrible mood. Lately I just haven’t been happy. I’ve been struggling with my weight, my job, and life in general. About 15 minutes into the subway ride, the elderly lady across from me got up, moved next to me, and said, “You’re beautiful. I’m not joking. I was thinking it, and I wanted you to know.” I smiled, thanked her and asked, “Do you usually complement strangers?” “When I was your age, a woman my age sat next to me on a train. Her compliments saved me from doing something stupid. And today, I’m returning the favor.” MMTToday, I operated on a little girl that was in a car accident. She desperately needed O- blood, which is a bit rare. We didn’t have any available, but her twin brother was at the hospital who had O- blood. I explained to him that it was a matter of life and death – that his sister needed his blood. He sat quietly for a moment, and then said goodbye to his parents. I didn’t think anything of it until after we took the blood we needed and he asked, “So when will I die?” He thought he was giving his life for hers. Thankfully, they’ll both be fine. MMTToday at the beach, I ran into my old boyfriend from high school who I haven’t seen in 8 years. We broke up because his dad was in the military and had to move to the east coast. They moved away during our junior year in high school, and we kept in touch for awhile, but eventually lost touch. I recognized him from a distance because he was wearing a tye-dye shirt we made together for a summer beach party when we were sophomores. The kicker: I was wearing my matching tye-dye shirt, which I haven’t worn in years. We hung out the entire day and have a date this evening. MMTToday, my son turned 7 and I turned 23. Yes, I had him on the day I turned 16. The choices I made when I was a teenager were foolish, and sometimes I get worried I’m bringing my son up wrong. But today I took him to the park to celebrate our birthdays. He played for hours with a girl who has burn scars that cover most of her face. When my son took a break to eat, he pointed to her and said, “She’s so pretty and cool!” Which left me thinking, “I must be doing something right as a mom.” MMTToday at 1AM, my grandma, who is suffering from Alzheimer’s, got up, got into my dad’s car and drove off. We contacted the police. But before the police could find her, two college kids pulled into our driveway with my grandma. One was driving my dad’s car and the other was following in their car. They said they overheard her crying about being lost at an empty gas station 10 miles away. My grandma couldn’t remember our address, but gave the kids her first and last name. They looked her up online, found our address, and drove her home. MMTToday, a young woman and her toddler knocked on my door. The woman stared at me in silence for a second and then smiled and said, “I was just visiting the area and I couldn’t help but look-up your address. Your son carried me out of the World Trade Center on 9/11/2001 before he went back inside to save others. I think about you and your family almost every single day.” MMTToday, I met the prettiest woman on an airplane. After some small talk, and under the assumption that I wouldn’t see her again after we made our connections in Atlanta, I told her how pretty I thought she was. She gave me the most sincere smile and said, “Nobody has said that to me in 10 years.” It turns out we’re both in our mid-30’s, never married, no kids, and we live about 5 miles away from each other in Dallas. We have a date set for next Saturday after we return home. MMTToday, the only reason I’m alive is because of my little brother. 7 years ago I swallowed a bottle of prescription pain killers. No more than 30 seconds later my brother called me from Iraq and told me how much he hates it there and that the only thing keeping him going is knowing that in a few months he’ll be back home hanging with his favorite person – me. I vomited up the pills and never told a soul. My brother and I are now roommates. MMTToday, because of my older brother, I’m a high school grad, I’m healthy and I’m alive. I’m 18 and my brother is 29. When we were 7 and 18, he got an apartment of his own on the good side of town and moved us out of the crack house our late drug addicted mother was living in. He worked 2 jobs to pay the bills and always made sure I was safe, fed and at school on time. He basically saved my life. MMTToday, as I was sleeping, I woke up to my daughter calling my name. I was sleeping in a sofa chair in her hospital room. I opened my eyes to her beautiful smile. My daughter has been in a coma for 98 days. MMTToday, through extensive charity work, we helped move a street family that has never lived in a house or slept on a clean bed into a house of their own. As he stared around his new bedroom in awe, the youngest boy in the family exclaimed, “I have a bed! My own bed! My very own bed!” MMTToday, at 8AM this morning, after four months of lifelessness in her hospital bed, we took my mom off life support. And her heart continued beating on its own. And she continued breathing on her own. Then this evening, when I squeezed her hand three times, she squeezed back three times. MMTToday, my 8-year-old son hugged me and said, “You are the best mom in the whole entire world!” I smiled and sarcastically replied, “How do you know that? You haven’t met every mom in the whole entire world.” My son squeezed me tighter and said, “Yes I have. You are my world.” MMTSource: 99 Tiny Stories to Make You Think, Smile and Cry

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