“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
shit like this makes me have faith in humanity again.
Great Quick Story:
A Little Girl Wanted to go to Disneyland to Meet Snow White. This little girl believed Snow White would help her make her dream come true. Her Dream was to see her Daddy come home from Afghanistan doing his tour in the Marines.
She met Snow White who took her to the Wishing Well and Snow White told her to make her wish and close her eyes and wish real strong…. When she opened up her eyes, her Daddy Magically appeared.
No Better place to make this happen than Disneyland.
Good stuff, right there.
On the train coming home I sat by this big, buff guy with half-naked lady tattoos and a shaved head and a metal band t-shirt. As I sat down he pulled out his kindle, which was in a pink, flowery case.
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, an officer was interrupted by a little boy about six years old. Looking up and down at his uniform, he asked, “Are you a cop?”
“Yes,” he replied and continued writing the report.
“My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” he told him.
“Well, then,” he said as he extended his foot towards the officer, “would you please tie my shoe?”
During WWII, Irena Sendler, got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive.
Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids.
Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.
The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.
During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.
Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely.
Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out, in a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard.
After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the families.
Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.Later another politician, Barack Obama, won for his work as a community organizer for ACORN.
In MEMORIAL - 65 YEARS LATER
A real hero.
I researched her once and I was absolutely shocked that she didn’t wn the Nobel Peace Prize. She is truly amazing and an angel.
watching her movie right now!
This was one of the greatest moments in television history.
Reblogging mostly for the link but also hell yes to the video.
I qualify. I absolutely qualify for Medicaid, I never really doubted it. But here’s the problem: my state is dying. My state is so financially messed up that if it were a household it would be a cardboard box. So there’s very little chance that I’ll actually be able to get Medicaid, and then what? There is no way I could ever afford to pay for insurance myself. Will I be penalized financially because of my state’s completely legal actions? And if I’m not what sort of care do you think I’m gonna get at the local clinic? Oh, they’ll do their jobs, I’m sure, but they’re not gonna be happy about me. I’m not gonna fit the system, I’m gonna cause trouble, and if there is one group of people I absolutely want to like me, it’s the people deciding if I get that blood test and which drugs to prescribe me.
Basically all Obamacare means for me is either less healthcare or more crippling debt, probably both.
BLESS YOU. And I am so sorry for your situation. I understand that the fact that you qualify means you’re going to go through some hell in your future and I wish there was a way for me or others like me to help you.
When I lived on my own I made barely $12,250 per year (that $300 is what would have made me ineligible) and I could barely afford food. I was thin as a rag and always exhausted; I collapsed on a regular basis at work from exhaustion near the end of it, and it nearly cost me my job. I quit just before it did. And if I were living under those standards again, I would not qualify for healthcare and I wouldn’t have been able to afford the tax penalty either.
I would have been buried in insurmountable debt, and eventually been forced onto the streets.
It is sad that so many people do not understand the situations that The Affordable Care Act will put our fellow Americans in, and possibly ourselves.
Again, I deeply apologize for your situation. I wish we’d had more power to vote Obama out. For our failure I am deeply and truly sorry; and I’ll be praying for you, sweetie.
I was going to send an ask in response to this since I already have this video on my blog but decided I wanted the above too much. Thank you. I cannot say how much your response meant to me.
I’m not worried about myself, I never have been. I know that no matter what happens to me in this life, it’s just the prologue, setting me up for and shaping me into who I’m meant to be. It’s gonna be hard, it’s gonna be horrible, but I was never promised anything different.
Regardless, it means the world to me that someone I’ve had no significant contact with genuinely cares.
And not in the “let me take your money so I can give a carefully measured portion of it back to you” way.
Here is a soldier in Iraq , stationed in a big sand box.
He asked his wife to send him dirt ( U.S. soil), fertilizer, and some grass seed so that he can have the sweet aroma, and feel the grass grow beneath his feet. When the men of the squadron have a mission that they are going on, they take turns walking through the grass and the American soil — to bring them good luck.
Of all the things he could have asked his wife to send to him from home………..he asked for American soil. WOW.
I’ve reblogged this before but I just love this.