Hard to pick a favorite, even more joy after I dug around into a few of them. They ignite a fire back in me today, a burning to seek out more positivity, especially by those who cast the good light. Thank you! 🙌💞
Wow James. This was fun. It' nice to be uplifted. It's a better way to start the day than endless doom and gloom. I always enjoy your posts but this one was special.
Holy moly the hits just kept coming! Sam! Oh heavens, perfect timing for me personally. I forget, what are we doing this all for - then Sam just throws another one at you! The subway was a tear jerker to say the least but what a beautiful thing for them to be able to do for her. I love that. & then the painting…I’m sorry but that painting creeps me tf out! I can’t help but wonder why that look, on that girls face, with that instrument of agriculture, in what looks like a pretty well harvested field? What is she looking at? Anyways - i can get what Bill is saying/feeling & thank god that’s what he got because well, it sounds like Bill knows the darkness, the silence, all too well. He has and will, always be a cherished actor in my life. This all hit home, thank you for all of it !
Thank you for these beautiful stories. I'm a Nigerian and reading your piece at this time feels like a divine message is being directed at me.
There are many good deeds I've experienced. But one that comes to mind at the moment is the story about a journey I understood. After roughly 14 hours of traveling by road, my co-passengers and I finally arrived at our destination. It was already close to midnight and even in broad daylight, insecurity is usually loud. There was this man in the bus that made sure all the ladies got cabs to their destinations. I remember how he helped me to bargain with the driver, warned him against any strange plans, and took a picture of the license plate. When he had ensured that the women were taken care of—to the best of his abilities, he turned to other men and announced it was time to take care of themselves.
I don't think I'll remember what he looks if we met again. But I've never what he undertook, even though he was not obligated to.
Thank you very much for this post. Refreshing, comforting and encouraging.
Lovely. I did not know about Bill Murray and the painting, "If this girl in the painting can keep going, maybe I can too".
Visiting museums, wondering at monuments or landscapes does us a lot of good.
Wonderful post -- and stories. Thanks for passing them on.
Thank you for this, we need these every week as its a struggle to read the news every week
Thank you for this. The most important words were from my mother, many years ago. "Allow for the passage of time. Wait."
Beauty from ashes
Wonderful stories and they recharge me. Thanks for sharing all of them
Hard to pick a favorite, even more joy after I dug around into a few of them. They ignite a fire back in me today, a burning to seek out more positivity, especially by those who cast the good light. Thank you! 🙌💞
So wonderful. This post is a bright slice of loveliness. Thank you.
This was great.
Wow James. This was fun. It' nice to be uplifted. It's a better way to start the day than endless doom and gloom. I always enjoy your posts but this one was special.
Holy moly the hits just kept coming! Sam! Oh heavens, perfect timing for me personally. I forget, what are we doing this all for - then Sam just throws another one at you! The subway was a tear jerker to say the least but what a beautiful thing for them to be able to do for her. I love that. & then the painting…I’m sorry but that painting creeps me tf out! I can’t help but wonder why that look, on that girls face, with that instrument of agriculture, in what looks like a pretty well harvested field? What is she looking at? Anyways - i can get what Bill is saying/feeling & thank god that’s what he got because well, it sounds like Bill knows the darkness, the silence, all too well. He has and will, always be a cherished actor in my life. This all hit home, thank you for all of it !
The girl is pregnant, no? So she’s hopeful for the future & her child. Brave girl.
Thank you for these beautiful stories. I'm a Nigerian and reading your piece at this time feels like a divine message is being directed at me.
There are many good deeds I've experienced. But one that comes to mind at the moment is the story about a journey I understood. After roughly 14 hours of traveling by road, my co-passengers and I finally arrived at our destination. It was already close to midnight and even in broad daylight, insecurity is usually loud. There was this man in the bus that made sure all the ladies got cabs to their destinations. I remember how he helped me to bargain with the driver, warned him against any strange plans, and took a picture of the license plate. When he had ensured that the women were taken care of—to the best of his abilities, he turned to other men and announced it was time to take care of themselves.
I don't think I'll remember what he looks if we met again. But I've never what he undertook, even though he was not obligated to.
The story of Briggs and Berthia brought tears to my eyes. Good post.
This was beautiful thank you
Fantastic!