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Sometimes the world gets it right

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LostLassie said:
The World might, but search engines don't always.

Wanted to post the video of the guys in a small boat who rescued a deer and fawn from Hurricane Harvey's floodwaters, then released them onto dry ground. However, the video doesn't exist by any configuration of search terms I can find.

So, I give the fuck up. You'll just have to accept my version of it. (With apologies to Thujone--no dicks.)





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Looks to me like they're about to toss the fauna into the drink...:shake:
 
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These guys are worth a mention. Saving a lot of four-legged souls.

As soon as flood waters from the hurricane began to rise, the Best Friends emergency response team touched down in Texas, ready to help those in need with immediate assistance focusing on animal search and rescue.

Additionally, we immediately reached out to our Best Friends Network partners along the Texas coast to determine what they needed — from supplies to shelter and transport. And we’ve activated our disaster relief fund to offer financial assistance so that our network partners have the tools they need to save lives.
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https://bestfriends.org/?utm_medium=email&utm_source=luminate&utm_campaign=fundraising
 
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LostLassie said:
Now that you mention it, Fungo...not a rocky cliff, but...

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Who the eff doesn't love ducklings? Seriously. To continue the totally-not-off-topic theme, here are baby wood ducks leaping from their nest for the first time. With slo-mo and dramatic music and everything. I love the BBC. :lol:
 
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Here's my little Christmas Story. The infamous mother -in law decided to pass over the weekend triggering some last insanity just in time for Christmas. Getting back to Ohio in time for her last hours was a nightmare. So, just the wife(her daughter) got a one way ticket to Pittsburgh. Not knowing her passing time frame and her house was under contract for sale we couldn't just through the dog and cat in the car and all just drive back hoping for a place to stay for an unknown amount of time. So, the wife gets a single ticket and off she goes. Just misses her mother's passing by hours but that's life or it's end.
But the contractor we have been using to make the house sell-able knew of a family who lost everything they own to a house fire so we decided to donate the entire contents of the house to said homeless destitute family.
This is how the universe is supposed to work. An abuser's life ends and a family in need finds some hope.
Merry Christmas to all!
 
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Taosman said:
Here's my little Christmas Story. The infamous mother -in law decided to pass over the weekend triggering some last insanity just in time for Christmas. Getting back to Ohio in time for her last hours was a nightmare. So, just the wife(her daughter) got a one way ticket to Pittsburgh. Not knowing her passing time frame and her house was under contract for sale we couldn't just through the dog and cat in the car and all just drive back hoping for a place to stay for an unknown amount of time. So, the wife gets a single ticket and off she goes. Just misses her mother's passing by hours but that's life or it's end.
But the contractor we have been using to make the house sell-able knew of a family who lost everything they own to a house fire so we decided to donate the entire contents of the house to said homeless destitute family.
This is how the universe is supposed to work. An abuser's life ends and a family in need finds some hope.
Merry Christmas to all!
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Mazel tov?
 
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OK, so here's my small-gesture-of-inestimable-value story from Indy earlier this month. It's also about cosmically perfect timing, and how it can work out when the stars manage to align.

So, I decided to fly to Indianapolis for the BIG championship game. There's a shuttle service that runs from the airport to downtown every half hour, and I'd booked a seat on that. I arrived earlier than planned, so I wasn't supposed to be on the shuttle until the next trip, but the lady driving let me on anyway. We were just about to pull out when a young woman rushed up shouting beside the shuttle, pushing an overloaded cart with bags tumbling off. She dropped something else she was carrying, and was generally frantic. She proceeded to load the contents of the cart onto the shuttle, and they were substantial. Besides a small suitcase, and a shoulder bag, and a purse, there were two enormous orange duffel bags that looked like you could fit a body inside, and they were jammed full. It appeared she might be hauling everything she owned in the world.

As we're getting into the downtown area, the young woman asked about the shuttle stop at the Greyhound station. The driver explained that the stop is actually on the street near the station. She also told us that the company tracks their routes and she can get in trouble for making unscheduled stops. Nevertheless, the driver makes an unplanned circuit around to the corner behind the Greyhound parking area, which is still a good little hike from the street to the terminal. The driver also tells us she's forbidden by Greyhound to drive onto their lot, and, again, she's not at an authorized company stop. We're as close as we're going to get.

So, we're parked there looking at these enormous bags, and the frazzled young woman, and wondering how on earth she's going to get all her belongings from the shuttle to the station so she can continue her journey, wherever that is taking her. The shuttle driver is already putting her job at risk by violating company policy, so she can hardly park and wait while we all drag the stuff into the station (if we even could have--those duffels looked like they each weighed a ton).

I looked across the lot and there's some kind of utility company van parked. Standing beside the van is a bearded young guy, talking to someone through the window. He turns and starts walking across the grass and toward the sidewalk, directly toward the shuttle. The driver had opened the door, so I learned forward and called to the guy--something like "Excuse me, sir. Could you possibly help us for a minute?" He walked straight over and we told him the lady needed help with her bags. Guy didn't hesitate, and hoisted the huge duffel bags onto his shoulders. We're all saying thank you, and his simple reply was "Merry Christmas." And off the two of them went.

We didn't know where the girl was going, or if she was running toward or away from something, or if she ever planned to return. But she was carrying a heavier load than one person should have to, or attempt to, manage. In any case, when we looked over, the van the guy had been standing beside was gone. There weren't any other people around that area, either. So how precise did the timing have to be, exactly, that that particular person was standing there at that exact moment? What was he doing there? And why, of all things, did he immediately begin walking directly toward the shuttle as soon as we parked there? It was like he had an appointment.

So, it's a small thing. A modest gesture of generosity added to the rule-defying kindness of the shuttle driver. But, between them, they formed a link that allowed a stranger to complete another stage of her journey. And for some reason that's a thing that always strikes me as having value: being a tiny link that enables someone else to get a step closer to their destination, whatever guiding star they are following. Merry Christmas.
 
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LostLassie said:
OK, so here's my small-gesture-of-inestimable-value story from Indy earlier this month. It's also about cosmically perfect timing, and how it can work out when the stars manage to align.

So, I decided to fly to Indianapolis for the BIG championship game. There's a shuttle service that runs from the airport to downtown every half hour, and I'd booked a seat on that. I arrived earlier than planned, so I wasn't supposed to be on the shuttle until the next trip, but the lady driving let me on anyway. We were just about to pull out when a young woman rushed up shouting beside the shuttle, pushing an overloaded cart with bags tumbling off. She dropped something else she was carrying, and was generally frantic. She proceeded to load the contents of the cart onto the shuttle, and they were substantial. Besides a small suitcase, and a shoulder bag, and a purse, there were two enormous orange duffel bags that looked like you could fit a body inside, and they were jammed full. It appeared she might be hauling everything she owned in the world.

As we're getting into the downtown area, the young woman asked about the shuttle stop at the Greyhound station. The driver explained that the stop is actually on the street near the station. She also told us that the company tracks their routes and she can get in trouble for making unscheduled stops. Nevertheless, the driver makes an unplanned circuit around to the corner behind the Greyhound parking area, which is still a good little hike from the street to the terminal. The driver also tells us she's forbidden by Greyhound to drive onto their lot, and, again, she's not at an authorized company stop. We're as close as we're going to get.

So, we're parked there looking at these enormous bags, and the frazzled young woman, and wondering how on earth she's going to get all her belongings from the shuttle to the station so she can continue her journey, wherever that is taking her. The shuttle driver is already putting her job at risk by violating company policy, so she can hardly park and wait while we all drag the stuff into the station (if we even could have--those duffels looked like they each weighed a ton).

I looked across the lot and there's some kind of utility company van parked. Standing beside the van is a bearded young guy, talking to someone through the window. He turns and starts walking across the grass and toward the sidewalk, directly toward the shuttle. The driver had opened the door, so I learned forward and called to the guy--something like "Excuse me, sir. Could you possibly help us for a minute?" He walked straight over and we told him the lady needed help with her bags. Guy didn't hesitate, and hoisted the huge duffel bags onto his shoulders. We're all saying thank you, and his simple reply was "Merry Christmas." And off the two of them went.

We didn't know where the girl was going, or if she was running toward or away from something, or if she ever planned to return. But she was carrying a heavier load than one person should have to, or attempt to, manage. In any case, when we looked over, the van the guy had been standing beside was gone. There weren't any other people around that area, either. So how precise did the timing have to be, exactly, that that particular person was standing there at that exact moment? What was he doing there? And why, of all things, did he immediately begin walking directly toward the shuttle as soon as we parked there? It was like he had an appointment.

So, it's a small thing. A modest gesture of generosity added to the rule-defying kindness of the shuttle driver. But, between them, they formed a link that allowed a stranger to complete another stage of her journey. And for some reason that's a thing that always strikes me as having value: being a tiny link that enables someone else to get a step closer to their destination, whatever guiding star they are following. Merry Christmas.
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Did you tell any of us this over drinks? If you did, I'm so sorry that I missed it. What a great story.
 
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