And I ever do desire the worm…
UPDATE: A lovely YouTuber bought this for me and sent it for my birthday. It’s very fun to wake up to. It’s all boxed up now, I actually don’t know where it is. I’m looking forward to taking it out when I have my own place once again.
It drove Brooke crazy.
As seen on Facebook. (posted by Homestead Survival)
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
This is amazing.
This is my rescued nine week old Boston Terrier Opie. He was 2 weeks old when a child opened his eyes too early which caused him to get ulcers and lead him to become blind. For any of you who have met him, you know he is the cuddliest, swetest love bug in the world.
Opie is my 2 year old French bulldogs best friend. He follows Rocco by the jingle of his ID tags to get around our house. Before we brough Opie into our home Rocco was showing slight signs of agrresion. Every time our cat would come around his food bowl, he would run from accross the room to get him away form it. Since Opie has been here Rocco hasn’t had a care in the world, he is intently focused on Opie. I’ve never seen this side of Rocco, being so sweet.
Opie will need a complete eye removal surgery (Enucleation). When we rescued him we were told the eyes would be fine and were not painful but he would remain blind. Luckily we have learned more about his condition and found out he is in a ton of pain. We never would have known because this puppy is so so so happy.
Enucleation will cost $500+ vet care after. Right now my family does not have a way to pay for this surgery. We are doing everything possible to raise this money. I have made a paypal donate account just for Opies care through all of this. I don’t expect anything but if you could share Opies story maybe we can make him more comfortable.
I will be updating on Opie on my page daily. He really is a little miracle and I’m so excited for him to feel better, thank you.
If you can’t help out financially, I would love it if you could reblog this so more people can see it and try to help Opie out! Much love! Thank you <3
Please donate if you can, It will be greatly appreciated.
A summer stinker; ‘A bore in homeopathic doses can be hilarious, but a bore in real time remains simply a bore’.
The Evening Standard, July 10 2001
BRITAIN has the best television in the world,” we’re constantly being told, mostly by networks who specialise in stealing the very worst formats from America. From Double Your Money and The Price is Right to Wheel of Fortune and Trisha, the UK schedules have always been crammed with second-hand ideas from the States, so much so that I’ve recently written to the Government, suggesting that it should set up an official watchdog to monitor the trade. My proposal is that this watchdog should be called Offrip, that its board should consist of a wide cross section of society (Lady Howe, Lord Wakeham, a retired High Court judge, and perhaps a bishop or two), and that just like every other public regulatory body in the country, it should have no powers whatsoever, and exist purely to be alternately mocked and ignored behind its back.
The first ever review of The Office (UK). Probably my favorite show of all time.
Gervais and Pilkington collectable figurines.
I want this.