He literally explained I got a blind man with me, you guys have to wait a bit 🦮 🤣

Good morning and Happy Monday to everyone who is sending thoughts and prayers or positive, healing energies to President Biden, since he began his radiation treatment for cancer this weekend. You got this, Joe! 🙏💙🙏

Diane Keaton was a true Californian. She was a self-described oddball, uniquely stylish, deeply creative, funny, and an acting legend who could steal the screen in comic and dramatic roles alike. She was in a class all her own, an icon. Jen and I join her many friends in mourning this remarkable woman.

I can’t believe we are coming home back! Taylor Swift The Eras Tour The final Show is coming to your screen on December 12th

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A delivery man stopped his route for a moment to play basketball with a child. Sometimes, it's the small gestures that make the biggest difference. ❤️

A bus driver saw a runaway truck and jumped through its window, and pulled the handbrake to stop it. Absolute legend.

Dog gets depressed because its house pool is closed for the winter. But then it gets a surprise. Look at the happiness.

No matter how exhausting the day, a father always finds the strength to make his kids smile. 💞

BREAKING: The 2025 Nobel Peace Prize has been awarded to Venezuelan opposition leader Maria Corina Machado. The Nobel Committee called her "a brave and committed champion of peace." Read more: abcnews.link/gVcUHv6

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

🚨HOLY SHIT: Mike Johnson was just stunned on C-SPAN when a REPUBLICAN blamed him for the shutdown. “As a Republican, I'm very disappointed in my party, and I'm very disappointed in you, because you (can) call the House back.” Republicans are so cooked.

Join us in wishing the one and only #tommylee a huge Happy Birthday!! 🎉💥 💜 #mötleycrüe #tommylee #happybirthday

USA and CANADA we ridin’ again. IM COMIN BACK. The biggest venues of my life here. Amphitheaters, arenas and RED ROCKS! WHAT??? This is insane. Pre sale starts Tuesday 10am local. General onsale 10 am WEDNESDAY. Set your alarms. Don’t sleep … you ready?? 🇺🇸🇨🇦☠️⛓️🖤 - Sign up to the link in bio to be the first to get access to tickets.  Registration ends Sunday, October 5th at 11:59pm ET.   ARTIST PRESALE TUESDAY OCTOBER 7th  BEGINS: 10:00AM LOCAL TIME ENDS: 10:00PM LOCAL TIME   GENERAL ONSALE WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 8th 10:00AM LOCAL TIME livemu.sc/yungblud

BREAKING: Billionaire MacKenzie Scott gifts $70 million for historically Black universities MacKenzie Scott awarded the United Negro College Fund with a $70 million gift towards strengthening historically Black colleges and universities.

A man who blows into a conch shell in Hawaii gets a response he’ll never forget…

Siberian tiger returns to freedom. 🐅

I have 4 kids. I took Tylenol during all 4 pregnancies. My children are all fully vaccinated. None of my children have autism. Know who? Tylenol and vaccines don’t cause autism.