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I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

This happened to me, too. A woman had used WIC for the majority of her stuff (which I say from personal experience is such a long and embarrassing process) and to buy the remainder of her groceries, which included diapers and wipes, she used a card, and it got declined. I bought the other $30 of her groceries because hey, I’ve been there, and now I’m not. She was extremely emotional and began to cry and even hugged me. My mom called me on the drive home and could tell I had been crying myself, asked what was wrong, and when I told her what happened, she berated me for being “duped.” I couldn’t believe she could be so disappointed in one of her children for doing something- nice? Is that the hill you want to die on? Getting mad about people needing groceries?

I once paid for a woman’s bill at the vet…it wasn’t a big one, but she was trying to pay for some medication for her dog, and her card was declined. And her lip started trembling, and she says “I don’t get paid until Tuesday, would he be ok until then?” 

So I just told them to add the $20 something onto my bill, and I thought she was going to break down crying right there.

And I don’t care if it was a scam or not. Just do nice things for people sometimes. 

Do good recklessly.

I think “Do good recklessly” would be fantastic word art to hang on one’s wall. Artistic people, go!

So this has happened to me but from the other side. Several years ago when my oldest was around three or so, I had my debit card decline at Walmart. It wasn’t a scam or a mistake, I was genuinely broke. Out of money. I checked my bank and discovered I had something like 7 dollars left to my name and a hungry kid and nothing to eat at home. So I sat there trying to come up with the best way to stretch that tiny amount of money to feed my kid. Not even to feed me. I can live on popcorn or something if I have to but my kid was three and he had to eat. So there I am trying really hard not to cry while I slowly take things out of my basket to get it down to under 7 bucks, when a lady tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and she smiled at me and started putting the things back in my cart. I opened my mouth to tell her that I didn’t have the money for them but she stopped me right away and said “Don’t worry about it. It’s gonna be fine.” Then she handed the cashier her credit card and said “Ring up all of it.” My kid got to eat because of her. I got to eat because of her. I had laundry soap and deodorant because of her. She could’ve just ignored me silently struggling in that line. She could’ve decided I was a scam and gone home feeling good about avoiding being duped. But instead she chose to help me and she saved us. So maybe the person struggling in front of you is trying to put one over on you or maybe they are just sad and broke and trying to figure out what to do. You get to decide which you want to believe and what you want to do. But I’ll tell y’all, no one has ever been more beautiful to me than that lady in that line who saved me and my baby. Be like her. Be beautiful.

Do good recklessly

DO BETTER. BE BETTER. STRIVE TO BE BETTER.

DO GOOD RECKLESSLY

One time, my dad and I were living the grocery store and there was a guy outside asking for money to buy some stuff to take home for his kids. It was around Christmas time. My dad asked him if he could give him groceries instead of money, and the guy immediately said yes, so my dad gave him one of everything we bought (meat, rice, some chocolates, milk, oil). At that time, my dad hadn’t gotten his paycheck because the company he worked for was going through a tough time, but he didn’t care, he saw an opportunity to help someone and he did.

Another time, my dad gave 50 bucks to a guy who said he needed to buy medicine for his kids. I told my dad he was probably going to spend the money on alcohol or something, but my dad said that “whether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mine”.

I never forget that.

“whether he was lying or not says something about HIS character, but hearing someone in need and choosing not to help when I have the means to says something about mine”

louder, for the people in the back

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Ok, I know…. light bulbs?  really?  are you talking about broken fluorescent bulbs or something?  what does that have to do with stuffed animals?

Nope, I’m not talking about the chemicals in fluorescents, but please try not to get that on yourself or your stuffed animals either.  I’m actually talking about heat from traditional light bulbs, which can burn!

I had two light bulb burn patients in the last week… Here are their stories:

First to arrive was Mr. Bear aka Tim aka Blue Bear.  His person’s mom wrote:

Hi!
A friend of mine told me about your amazing hospital!!
My sweet 7yo boy, G, has had a love thang with his Mr. Bear, aka Tim, since birth. He has been his constant, loyal companion - usually appearing in family photos as our 7th family member
However, the DAY we moved here to Nashville (Oct 2018), Mr. Bear suffered an awful accident.
We were waiting here in our townhouse for the moving truck to arrive. There was nothing for our four boys to play with, so they resorted to inventing games with their bears.
They were throwing them up the stairwell when G’s got stuck, bottoms up - head down, in a hanging light pendant. There was no way I could get him down, so I told G we’d wait for the moving truck (& our ladder) to arrive.
Imagine the horror in G’s scream when we pulled Bear down from the light and saw his burned off face.  We both just stood there, holding each other and sobbing. It was such a sad, unbelievable moment.
——————-
That evening, G decided he wanted to just go get another Bear to take his place, so that’s what we did.  However, on the eve of his 7th birthday last week, G was sobbing on his pillow about how Mr. Bear was gone and not with him on his special day.
That’s when we decided to find other solutions to mend Mr. Bear
Would y’all be able to help Mr. Bear get fixed? We would be so grateful!!!

Here is Mr. Bear’s Diagnosis photo:

The usual treatment for this type of burn is to excise charred fur and stuffing, put in new stuffing, and then provide a fur transplant.  Blue Bear being blue, there were a few options for a fur transplant, though not an exact match (blue, once aged, is next to impossible to match exactly):

So they chose the second option and surgery proceeded.  In different lighting, it’s a bit brighter than Mr. Bear, but the idea is it will age well to match.

Once he had the transplant, he also had a new eye embroidered.  Here are the fist photos of his reconstructed face:

And then we added just a touch more stuffing to plump him up before he flew home to Tennessee:

His family wrote:

We are all just blown away by the high level of care you gave Mr. Bear. G was overwhelmed with PURE JOY when he got his bear back today!!! It was absolutely precious!

Thank you sooooooooo much!!! I’ve already told so many friends about you!

This post is getting a bit long, so I’m going to share the second light bulb victim’s story in my next one. :-)

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