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creatingemily:

THIS IS A TURTLE THE SIZE OF A GRAPE.

REBLOG IF YOU CARE.

 IT DESERVES A NORMAL LIFE IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU HAVE NO HEART AND DO NOT CARE ABOUT TURTLE RIGHTS, WHATEVER THEIR SIZE!

BUT WAIT, FROM A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW, THIS GRAPE COULD BE THE SIZE OF A TURTLE

I DUNNO WHY PEOPLE MAKE IT SEEM LIKE THEY’RE YELLING! BUT I AM CURRENTLY SEEING WHAT YOU ^ DID THERE!

Oh my gosh. :’)

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mighty2save:

This is such an amazing story. I read the story this morning and just started weeping.

It’s the story of a homeless man named Curtis Jackson who has raised over $9000 thus far to help with a “down-on-her-luck” banker named “Sandy.” According to the article:

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A year ago, everything was going right for a woman we’ll call Sandy.

She had a good job at a bank in the suburbs.

She and her 10-year-old son had a safe home.

But then the world came crashing down around the 39-year-old. She lost her job. She lost her house. And she and her son moved into her truck. Police found her and DCFS threatened to take away her son if she didn’t find a safe place to stay.

She moved into a hotel with the help of a social worker who paid for a few nights stay with her own money. That’s when Sandy’s knight in shining armor showed up. And he’s kept showing up, every day, paying her hotel bill, so she and her son can stay off the streets.

But Sandy’s Good Samaritan isn’t a Chicago big shot. He isn’t living in a Loop highrise. He doesn’t even have a job.

Sandy’s Good Samaritan is Curtis Jackson, who’s been homeless since 2004. He pays for Sandy’s hotel room because she used to treat him with dignity and kindness when she did have a house — and he pays for it by panhandling and giving the money to her.

“All I can do is get out there and put a sign in my hand, or put a cup in my hand and ask people to help me out, and everything I get, except maybe bus fare and something to eat, I give it to her,” Jackson said as he stood at the corner of 55th and Harlem.

Jackson pays the nightly bill by pouring his bucket of change on the hotel counter. Since December, he’s raised $9,000, and he’s given it all to Sandy. He said sometimes 40, 70, a hundred cars go by before someone gives him a few pennies or a few bucks.

Sandy can’t believe it.

“I’ve donated to charities, I’ve helped other homeless families — never realizing that one day we’d be in this situation,” she said. “So thank God that we did have an angel waiting for us.”

Jackson said he’s a man of faith; homeless, but not hopeless, and he’s got some words of wisdom for the people he sees bustling by every day.

“I have God. I’m one of the richest men on this earth, ’cause I have God,” he said. “Money is not my master. That’s what’s wrong with this world: money is its master.”

Sandy said she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to repay Jackson, who’s become like a brother.

“I’m out here for a purpose: to help someone, and that’s all I’m trying to do is help someone that needs help right at this moment,” he said. “And once she doesn’t need help anymore, I’ll move on to something else.”

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There’s so much to learn from this article:

• Never underestimate the good of humanity – even from those we often cast out to the margins.
• Maybe we shouldn’t be too quick to judge the “homeless” person with that sign…
• The best way to love our neighbor is to serve our neighbor.
• Sow kindness and generosity. It’s gonna come back.
• We’re all going to go through our down and out moments.

And how about this word of truth:

Jackson said he’s a man of faith; homeless, but not hopeless, and he’s got some words of wisdom for the people he sees bustling by every day.

“I have God. I’m one of the richest men on this earth, ’cause I have God,” he said. “Money is not my master. That’s what’s wrong with this world: money is its master.”

Wow. Amazing. Makes me wonder if we truly believe in the Gospel?

Homeless man donates thousands

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totheemax:

EPIC!!!

A braid within a braid… BRAIDCEPTION.

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daaaaais:

kjakerz:

I’m a lesbian, so I must have a crush on every girl I see.

 I have alot of guy friends, so I must be fucking every single one of them.

I smile alot, so I must have the perfect life.

I listen to reggae, so I must be a stoner.

My opinion matters, so I must be a snob.

I’m black, so I must be ghetto.

I’m black, so I must be stupid.

I’m Mexican, so I must be low class.

I’m bisexual, so I must get around.

I’m straight up blunt, so I must be a bitch.

I like to drink, so I must be an alcoholic.

I don’t hang out with guys, so I must be a lesbian.

I cut myself, so I must be emo.

I’m bisexual, so I must be fucking my straight best friend.

I laugh and smile, so I cannot be depressed.

I like spending my day at home, so I don’t have any friends.

I am gay, so I must be bullied.

Most of my friends are dudes, so I must be a tomboy.

I’m on Tumblr, so I must have zero friends in real life.

I’m a Muslim, so I must be a terrorist.

I make alot of mistakes, so I must be stupid/retarded.

I strongly defend LGBT, so I must be gay.

I wrote a book, i must be dramatic and have no life.

I’m from a broken family, so I must be a rebel.

I like rasta colors, so I must smoke weed.

I’ve had sex, so I must be a slut.

I’ve made mistakes, so I must be untrustworthy.

I’m a Filipino, so I must be a maid.

I’m a Politician, so I must be corrupt.

I’m Blonde, so I must be really stupid.

I’m wearing a black shirt, so I must be emo.

I wear make up, so I must be a flirt.

I am a teenager, so I must be misunderstood.

I am friends with stoners, so I must be one too.

I am human, so I must be labeled.

Forever reblog.

SUPER REBLOG.

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