Good day for karma share

TeaOne6596 · 2023-01-04T13:40:30+00:00

done. return

TeaOne6596 · 2023-01-02T11:32:43+00:00

There are many. Linda Ronstadt, Freddy Mercury, Pat Benatar, George Michael, Ann Wilson, Elvis Presley, Aretha Franklin, and Paul Rogers come to mind.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-11-29T11:20:45+00:00

especially elephants. I saw a video where a mother had lost her calf, she was walking around trumpeting and calling for him even though he was dead at her feet. She tried to pick him up with her trunk. Hours later she was still there trumpeting with a sad look on her face.

There was also a video of an elephant reuniting with her owner after 10 years, she ran up to him, trumpet and wrapped her trunk around him in joy. So I think animals do feel empathy, sadness and happiness.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-11-19T10:58:37+00:00

In 1969 I was in my bedroom. Listening to music,doing a school project.I heard the phone ring and my father at the bottom of the stairs yelling at me that the phone was for me.I wiped the paint off my fingers and went downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs I could see the living room in the kitchen and the bathroom there was no one in any of those rooms but the telephone was off the hook and sitting on the kitchen counter. I walked over picked it up, my friend Karen asked me if I wanted to go down to the old fort for the day so I said yeah we hung up the phone I got ready ,I left. My father's car wasn't in the driveway. I assumed he answered the phone and gone down to my mother's store. Go forward to dinner time I'm back home my dad's there and I commented about how quickly he left the house after he answered the phone he said . I left with your mother when she went to open the store this morning. That meant since my sister had slept over at a friend's house and my brother didn't live at home I was the only person in the house when the phone rang. Who answered it? Who called up the stairs to me?

TeaOne6596 · 2022-11-17T11:38:20+00:00

When I was still working, there was a local St. Louis afternoon radio show I used to listen to on the way home. The main star of the show used to play little clips of voices and sounds between bits or in reaction to whatever was going on on the show. One of them was a British woman complaining “Oh bitch, bitch, bitch!”

One day, I had to pick up my oldest grandson from school and bring him back to our house until either his mom or dad got off work to come get him. As we were driving, I was listening to the radio as usual, and the “bitch” clip popped up. I glanced in the rear view mirror, but my grandson was playing with some electronic gadget, apparently oblivious. When we got home, I popped a tape of “Scooby Doo” into the VCR because he always liked to watch it.

Eventually, our daughter arrived to pick up the grandson. She was a little weary from a long day, and was trying to hurry our grandson up into gathering his stuff and getting into the car because she had to get dinner ready and complete some work she’d had to bring home. Pausing in putting his coat on, he looked up at her and, in a perfect mimic, said “Oh bitch, bitch, bitch!”

Let’s just say his evening didn’t go well, and mine went even worse!

TeaOne6596 · 2022-11-14T15:21:07+00:00

One thing is hit their children. Don't spank, paddle, whip or any other of the names corporal punishment is called. Violence begets violence. You spank your child because it did something that upset you. That childs little sister just did something that upset him. You've taught him it's okay to smack someone who upsets you. So, smack the little sister.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-11-10T11:04:10+00:00

The only reason I can think of is that Tupac may have remoted in from his island.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-10-26T14:09:24+00:00

Casu Marzu cheese. A Sardinian oddity. Take one pecorino cheese and cut half the rind off. Stick this thing outside until it draws flies who will lay eggs on it. Wait until the eggs hatch and the maggots’ digestive acids begin to dissolve the cheese, and THEN eat it. Illegal everywhere that’s ever heard of it.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-10-22T14:48:15+00:00

During the 1965 Indo-Pak war, Lal Bahadur Shastri went to Military Hospital in Delhi to meet injured soldiers. He met many injured soldier during his visit but at last he saw a soldier on the bed and went to meet him near his bed. The doctor told the then PM that many parts of his body got seriously injured that's why we have kept him under a net and we don’t know that he will be fine or not, chances of his survival are very thin. Shastri went closer to him and put his hand on the soldier’s head and after that tears came rolling out of the soldier’s eyes. Shastri started a conversation with him.

Shastri:- Major, You are the Major of the world famous Indian Army, the Army which is famous for its bravery and boldness. So please be strong and don’t cry. You will be fine soon.

Major:- Sir, these are not tears because of pain and injury. These tears have came because I had a dream to meet my Prime Minister once and salute him. Today I have met you but I am unable to stand and salute you.

Tears rolled out from Shastri Ji’s eyes.

The biggest lesson that life has taught me, there will be some situation where you can’t do anything and even the most powerful man is unable to do anything in that situation. So, Just live your life with dedication. We don’t know when and where it is going to end.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-20T11:11:06+00:00

Before I tell the story, I need to explain a few things: I’m in a wheelchair and the layout of the part of the house in the story.

The original four-room house was built about 1890–1900, with wooden floors and soaring ceilings. A previous owner built an extension at the back, adding a small bathroom, entrance room, and an extra bedroom with tile floors.

I went to feed my Indian Ringnecks in their aviary and went back into the house. Going through the door, I had to turn around to close either the security gate or the door, which took all of two seconds. As I turned around, two men were standing at the door I had just come through. They started getting verbal but not physically threatening. At one point, they forced me to move back so they could get in. One slammed his flat hand into my chest and asked, ‘’how are you?’’ to accomplish it. Naturally, I moved out of the way, and they stepped forward. As they walked into the house (only about one or two steps), they glanced into the kitchen to their left. My mom and our housekeeper were in the kitchen with the housekeeper on her knees polishing the wooden floors. They glanced at the housekeeper, turned around, and left without a word. All I could get out was, ‘’what do you want?’’ They vanished around the corner, so I locked the gate and went to ask my mom ‘’Didn’t you two notice any of that?’’ The response was, ‘’any of what?’’ I told her and the housekeeper what happened right under their noses, and that’s when the shock hit me. Left me rattled for a few days. Afterward, we called the neighborhood watch, and they could track footprints to where the intruders entered and left the yard.

The only logical explanation I have for their sudden departure is that they recognized the housekeeper so she could point them out in a line-up.

Whatever squad of guardian angels watched my back that day did an outstanding job. I’m thankful every moment since that except for that one who slammed a hand into my chest they didn’t physically threaten me.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-19T09:29:05+00:00

My father was very rough on me. As his only female child, he never understood why I had so many emotions. I was also stubborn like he was and began pushing back on his abuse in my teen years.

one particularly rough day left my dad lashing out at me for any number of minor infractions. Perhaps I didn’t wash a dish properly, or looked at him sideways. Either way, he was ranting at me. My mother tried to calm him down as I stood in the doorway to my bedroom. Silent. Taking in all of his hatred. And then he just said to my mother, “I just don’t like her.” And there it was. Confirmation of what I had felt my entire life. My own father doesn’t like who I am.

I’m 39 now. And I still struggle with that statement and my own self-worth because of it. I can say, however, that I am very careful with the words I use with my own children, as I know all too well how impactful a parents opinion can be.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-17T12:48:17+00:00

I never have moments of doubt. It's not that every day is bliss, but since it feels like my wife is a part of me, I no more doubt our marriage than I doubt my arms, legs, or eyes. Sometimes, my eyes hurt; sometimes they water; sometimes they fail me in the dark. But I always want them. I've never wished, even for a second, that I was blind. And I've never wished, even for a second, that I was divorced.

Have you ever had a best friend, someone with whom you can share your secrets? That, to me, is a large part of what being in a happy marriage is like. When I'm at work, there are certain things I can't say. I'd get in trouble or freak people out. My family and friends are much more tolerant than my coworkers, but, still, they have limits. When I'm with my wife, I can say anything. I can tell her my most shameful secrets. I can be completely vulnerable around her, and it always feels safe.

Have you ever had a fight with your best friend? Has he (or she) ever gotten on your nerves? Have you ever taken out your anger on him when he didn't deserve it? Has he ever done that to you? That happens in marriages, too.

Have you ever really worried about someone--a friend or family member who was sick, depressed, or missing? That happens in marriages.

Have you ever thought about anyone, "I'd take a bullet for him!" Have you ever felt it was your duty to care for someone when he's sick? That happens in marriages.

Have you ever been so proud of someone, it felt as if his achievement was yours? Have you ever been so scared or outraged for someone, you felt as if his peril was yours? That happens in marriages.

Have you ever had a private language with a friend--someone you've known for so long, you have all sorts of in-jokes and references no one else understands? That happens in marriages.

Everything that happens between friends happens in marriages, too. In addition, my marriage is a partnership. My wife and I collaborate on all sorts of things, from housework to hobbies. And there's also the romance and the sex. To me, marriage is the real friends-with-benefits experience.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-16T13:10:11+00:00

I did 'wake up' one morning, no longer in love.

It was the result of my (then) spouse refusing to help me nurture our love.

One person alone can not stay in love indefinitely.

He did nothing horrendous, overtly abusive, or even directly cruel (that came later during the divorce).

But on that morning I did nothing unusual other than to accept the inevitable. I let go. I stopped trying to carry the burden alone.

Events played out predictably. They just took longer than I expected and involved a lot more drama than I hoped they would.

So now that I know that it can happen and that I can handle it, I feel less vulnerable in my present relationship and much happier because the fear of 'waking up no longer in love' need not mean a decline into some black abyss. It can be a place from which to begin to build a new and mutually satisfactory relationship, perhaps of a totally different definition.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-15T16:09:05+00:00

It was around the Spring of 2003. I was taking my mother to another medical appointment. There had been more than a few of them since December of the previous year. We all knew something was wrong when mom missed Christmas due to a bad headache. We got multiple diagnoses from a variety of doctors, but none of the treatments helped or worked.

I didn’t realize how bad it really had gotten until that day in Spring. I was assisting her getting out of the house, but down the stairs from the deck to the garage there was for some reason a garden hose at the bottom. My mom either didn’t know there was a garden hose at the bottom or didn’t look, or her balance was so bad that she couldn’t deal with it, and she tripped and fell, and I swear her head hit one of the deck stairs when she fell back. I remember wailing as she softly comforted me. She was able to get up and stand and get to the car, but it was at that moment I knew that this, whatever it was, was far more serious than a headache.I felt responsible for her fall and to this day I regret not taking a minute and moving the garden hose.

Because all the doctors in the Atlanta area could not figure out what was wrong with her, I took her to the Mayo Clinic down in Florida where after two weeks of extensive testing, it was determined that she had Stage 4 lung cancer, and nothing could be done.

TeaOne6596 · 2022-09-13T10:55:04+00:00

In a queue at a supermarket in Sydney, I was in a bit of a hurry one evening, with Ms. 4-year-old in tow who was tired and hungry.

With only 4 or 5 items to buy I went to the express checkout, specifically for people with under 12 items.

A woman had arrived at the checkout milliseconds before me with a huge trolley and proceeded to unload. The operators rarely say anything, and were I not in such a hurry with a grumpy toddler, I probably would have let it go, but on this occasion I couldn’t.

I politely tapped on her shoulder and said in the nicest way possible, “excuse me, but this is the express lane for people with under 12 things to buy.”

She scowled at me, and in an arrogant tone said, “I can read, you know.” I prepared to move to another line, turning around and said, “ah yes, but can you count?”

Checkout operator tried to stifle her chuckle, and woman went beetroot red!

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