SHRINK TALK, THE DOCTOR IS IN

Again, another story that i read……

I stopped at McDonald's to get something quick to eat and overheard a mother talking to her little daughter.

The girl asked softly, "Can we eat here, please?"

They bought a hamburger and sat at the table next to mine. Then the mother took a thermos out of her bag and poured what looked like tea for her daughter.

As I listened, I understood bits and pieces of their story. They had just left the hospital, and the mother had carefully saved just enough money for the bus fare. She had spent the little money she had left on a hamburger because her daughter had never been to McDonald's.

I finished my coffee, went back to the counter, and bought a Happy Meal. I placed it on their table and quickly left before they could say much.

But I will never forget the gratitude in the mother's eyes and the big smile on that little girl's face.

Sometimes even the smallest act of kindness can mean the world. 

An act of kindness, a story i just read and wanted to pass along………

When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school with no food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches—apples, cookies, sandwiches—I sat pretending I wasn’t hungry. I buried my face in a book, hiding the sound of my empty stomach. Inside, it hurt more than I can explain.
Then, one day, a girl noticed. Quietly, without making a fuss, she offered me half her lunch. I was embarrassed, but I accepted. The next day, she did it again. And again. Sometimes it was a roll, sometimes an apple, sometimes a piece of cake her mother baked. To me, it was a miracle. For the first time in a long time, I felt seen.
Then one day, she was gone. Her family moved, and she never came back. Every day at recess, I’d glance at the door, hoping she would walk in and sit beside me with her smile and her sandwich. But she never did.
Still, I carried her kindness with me. It became part of who I was.
Years passed. I grew up. I thought of her often, but life went on.
Then, just yesterday, something happened that froze me in place. My young daughter came home from school and said:
“Dad, can you pack me two snacks tomorrow?”
“Two?” I asked. “You never finish one.”
She looked at me with the seriousness only a child can have:
“It’s for a boy in my class. He didn’t eat today. I gave him half of mine.”
I just stood there, goosebumps rising, time standing still. In her small act, I saw that girl from my childhood. The one who fed me when no one else noticed. Her kindness hadn’t disappeared—it had traveled through me, and now, through my daughter.
I stepped onto the balcony and looked at the sky, my eyes full of tears. All at once I felt my hunger, my shame, my gratitude, and my joy.
That girl may never remember me. She may not even know the difference she made. But I will never forget her. Because she taught me that even the smallest act of kindness can change a life.
And now, I know: as long as my daughter shares her bread with another child, kindness will live on.
#KindnessMatters #LifeLessons
~Lovely USA

This was a message by his son Zac today….

Today would have been my dad’s 74th birthday.

Every year, this season arrives with gravity. In just sixty days, we pass through Father’s Day, his birthday, and the anniversary of his death. It’s a tender and complicated stretch of time. One that asks a lot of the heart.

For me, grief isn’t linear. It loops and echoes. It softens, then crescendos. But alongside it lives a legacy, the kind built not from fame or recognition, but from generosity and relentless kindness.

My father lived to make people feel seen. He gave permission to feel deeply and to laugh through the pain. In his absence, that mission continues.

Zac Williams 

WE MISS YOU ROBIN, YOU MADE THE WHOLE NATION LAUGH WITH YOU!!!!!!!

FANTASTIC FOUR—BABY’S FIRST STEPS, Coming July 24 to a theater near me 

the question on everybody’s mind, is will the baby have super powers.  What does everybody think?  

My answer……..Of course, she has to , but the real question is, what will be her powers?????????

I got in line to check out and the man in front of me asked if the sweatshirt was mine. I said 'oh no, it's my husband's.' It caught me pretty off guard, to say the least. He then asked if Austin was with me so he could say thank you and I just said 'thank you, but unfortunately, he's deployed right now.' The man then, without hesitation started putting my groceries up on the belt with his and told me he was paying for my groceries tonight. I was speechless. The only thing I could get out was, 'oh my gosh, are you sure, thank you so much' almost a dozen times. He said, 'that place over there almost took me away from my wife and my four kids. Promise you'll stay true and honest to him while he's gone and love him like you've never loved him before when he gets home.' I'm still in shock over an hour later. There's still so much good in the world and we need to start focusing on that rather than focusing on all the bad."

"Bro,

I camped in the spot behind you last night. Let me just say, you are killing it as a dad. First off, I watched your wife guide you in as you backed up your trailer and nailed it on the first try without any yelling. Then your kids unloaded from the truck and were mild-mannered and well behaved. You told stories around the campfire and I had the pleasure of listening to the sounds of giggles and laughter.

From one dad to another, you are killing it. Keep it up.

P.S. Whatever you cooked for dinner smelled delicious!"

The father replied, “To the man who left this thoughtful note on my windshield at Lower Pines Campground this weekend, I extend my heartfelt gratitude; your acknowledgment of my efforts to be a good father means a great deal to me."

• This made my day!

Please dont take this lightly, and stay safe.  Please heed the evacuations notices and warnings.  Stay safe.  

A Story 

My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.

When he arrived, unfortunately, she was no longer with us.

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.

That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death, and guesses as to how and where she would be.

My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.

Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"

He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said:

"Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."

There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery, we asked the night watchman for permission. With a flashlight, we reached the tomb. My father caressed her, prayed, and told his children, who watched the scene moved:

"It was 55 years... you know? No one can talk about true love if they have no idea what it's like to share life with a woman."

He paused and wiped his face. "She and I, we were together in that crisis. I changed jobs ..." he continued. "We packed up when we sold the house and moved out of town. We shared the joy of seeing our children finish their careers, we mourned the departure of loved ones side by side, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we support each other in pain, we hug each Christmas, and we forgive our mistakes...

Children, now it's gone, and I'm happy, do you know why?

Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."

When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him, and he comforted us, "It's okay, we can go home, it's been a good day."

That night I understood what true love is; It is far from romanticism, it does not have much to do with eroticism, or with sex, rather it is linked to work, to complement, to care and, above all, to the true love that two really committed people profess ".

Peace in your hearts.

Love and Light.

Today, we're sharing a story from reader Alizah F. from Salt Lake City, Utah.

"Last week, I got the results back from one of my medical school exams and didn't pass the final by 0.08%. I was devastated because I spent weeks studying this material and had put in countless midnights in the library mastering the content. I felt shame and hopelessness associated with my failure and so it was hard for me to confide in my friend Daryl. When I finally told her what had happened, she immediately came to my aid and refused to entertain any doubts I had about my ability to become a doctor. She affirmed my identity, my knowledge, and my purpose in medicine. Sometimes, I think kindness is just believing in your friend even when they don't believe in themselves."

Regardless of whether you’re a Biden or Trump person, women’s rights are important. Specifically, women’s reproductive powers are not what the Supreme Court has stated. “ that women are without political power and have no influence in the electoral vote”. I say to every women now, prove them wrong. Prove the Supreme Court wrong and show them, the power of what women can do.  I have never been more embarassed to be a citizen of the United States, when Roe v. Wade was over turned, 

I was so proud of people showing their strength in numbers. It was so nice to see their white shirts tonight to show their solidarity and bring back Roe v. Wade. (In the State of the Union address tonight, people wore white to show that women’s reproductive rights are important). 

My favorite color is now white!!

stay safe.