Half a heart. Half a life. “The end is in sight, so prepare to say goodbye. If she makes it through the night, it won’t be a quality life.” That’s what the doctors said. My parents stood at my bed, refusing to accept that I might soon be dead. Tubes and machines and a scar on my chest-doctors wouldn’t hope for the best. I was three. I should’ve died by six weeks, so just being here was hard to believe. It was hard to breathe, and I could hear, but I couldn’t see.
The surgeon didn’t sleep that night because he thought I was going to lose the fight. By the grace of God, I turned out all right. I went home some days after, but it was a while before there was any laughter. I was traumatized. I was too young to realize the doctors were on my side. I didn’t say anything for a week. I was there, but I wasn’t me. I didn’t speak. I didn’t eat. I didn’t know what was happening.
Doctors told my parents the broken being might be the new me. I was still on high alert and brain damage was not unheard of. Half a heart. Half a life. Fortunately, there’s a greater One with a greater might. At the end of the week, I finally decided to speak. I wanted apple juice to drink. The drugs and trauma began to leave, and the broken being was replaced with the real me.
“You can’t stop her from living her life.” I was five. They didn’t want me to get sick, which was a huge risk, but I seemed to think it was worth it.
“I’m going to school,” I said. I missed weeks at a time. I was always sick. I cried when I had to miss. But I would still say it was worth the risk.
I started acting at age seven. I was in a magazine at age eleven. At age fifteen I became a mentor for kids with heart disease. I’ve been eighteen for a few weeks.
I love acting and I love writing. I love boxing and I love biking. I love the stars and I love the sky. I love the people in my life.
I love glitter and pigs. I love coffee and kids. I love beaches and walks. I love long hugs and heart shaped rocks.
I want to help others through the strife that comes with this fight we call life.
Whoever said I wouldn’t have a quality life was wrong. I may be weak, but my God is strong. He has big plans for me, and I’m so excited to see what they will be. I am living because God made me to do more than survive. Like the song says, I was made to thrive. I have half a heart, which means twice the fight. But you better believe I will live a whole life.
Airline Crew Sing Happy Birthday To World War II Veteran Who Turned 101-Years-Old On Flight
In a heartwarming moment melting hearts across the internet, the crew on a Southwest Airlines flight serenaded a World War II veteran who turned 101 by singing Happy Birthday to him.
A sweet video that captured the moment was shared on Facebook by fellow passenger Samantha Goodwin, who praised the airline.
Along with the video clip, Samantha wrote on twitter, “@SouthwestAir being the baller airlines that they are took time out to sing Happy Birthday to a WWII vet.”
In the clip, crew and passengers can be heard singing to the vet, who turned 101 on 12 June according to The Daily Mail.
— Samantha Godwin (@WaldronSamantha) June 13, 2019
The main lights throughout the cabin were dimmed, as passengers switched on their overhead lights in tribute to the veteran as he made a wish. Creative replacement for birthday candles, don’t you think?
In response to Samantha’s tweet, the airline’s official Twitter account posted, “We treat our customers like family, and we’re so glad we were able to celebrate this milestone! Thanks for sharing, Samantha!”
The sweet clip has gone viral on social media, with people praising Southwest Airlines for recognizing the veteran, while others took the opportunity to wish the vet a happy birthday.
That was truly a sweet thing to do, don’t you agree?
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Woman Meets Her Soulmate after Stopping To Chat To Homeless Man
A woman found her soulmate after she stopped to have a little chat with a homeless man. 31 year old Jon Haynes was homeless and was used to being spat at and kicked by strangers as he spent every night near a seafront ice cream stand. “I got booted in the head a few times, and I was chased and spat at.” Jon said
However, a chance encounter led to him finding love in 38 year old, Katie Nicol, who stopped to hear his story, and now his life has been turned around. “I went to sit with him and said, ‘What’s your story?’ We just hit it off.” Katie recalled.
Soon after their first meeting, the pair started writing each other notes, which Katie used to leave in Jon’s shoes and Jon even wrote her some poetry.
Within three months, the two were in love. “We clicked straight away, he seemed so genuine. Every day we laugh. I went and sat with him every day. He said he wanted to change his life so we decided we’d work towards that together.” Katie said.
Jon, who had previously been hooked on heroin and hallucinogenic Spice, had been homeless for 18 months. He had also spent some time in prison.
Now, Jon is off the streets and has his own place to live. He also has a job as a gardener.
Jon says he had started to give up on life and a future until Katie came along. He says that he owes much of his dramatic turnaround to Katie. “She’s helped me a lot, in so many different ways. She was sending me those notes and I thought, there’s something different here. I really liked coming back to them.”
“I wasn’t worried when he first came to my house – I felt like I could trust him straight away. I asked him, ‘What’s your favorite food?’ and he said a roast dinner. He hates sausage rolls because he got given them all the time. He said to me, ‘I don’t want to ever eat chips again’. “Katie said.
Katie added, “Our relationship has got a lot, lot stronger. We just laugh together all the time.”
The couple says most people have been supportive of the them and their relationship. “We’ve had a mixture of reactions. The majority of my friends have been really supportive, however one has really had a major issue with it.” Katie revealed.
“But people meet on Tinder all the time, which I think can be more dangerous than sitting and talking to someone for four months.” She added.
After meeting Katie, Jon is back on his feet, he is happy and has something most people can only hope to find, love. What’s more, Jon has even reconnected with his estranged father who he hadn’t seen since he was six.
“I used to think about this when I was sleeping on the beach, that I won’t be here forever… Thanks to Katie, that was true.” Jon said.
Mom Mocked For “Spoiling” Baby With Down’s Syndrome – Writes Amazing Letter
At the very least, it can be very rude and annoying when strangers feel they have the right to jump into someone’s life and judge, give an opinion or make unwanted assertions. Sadly, for one mom, this has become something she experiences on the regular.
Kelly and her husband have adopted two children with Down’s syndrome, and often she is approached by strangers who have a thing or two to say about her kids.
One day, Kelly was carrying her young daughter in a baby carrier while shopping at a Target. As she browsed the shelves, she was stopped by a woman who had something to say about her little girl.
The woman reportedly said that carrying her daughter, Grace, would “spoil” her and prevent her from becoming independent. Kelly was shocked and understandably irked. Not wanting to react ungraciously in the heat of the moment, she simply smiled and walked away.
When she got home, Kelly sat down and wrote an open letter to the woman and all other people who judge her. Her words are so powerful that we believe everyone should see them.
“Dear Woman in Target,
“I’ve heard it before, you know. That I “spoil that baby”. You were convinced that she’d never learn to be “independent”. I smiled at you, kissed her head, and continued my shopping.
If you only knew what I know.
If you only knew how she spent the first ten months of her life utterly alone inside a sterile metal crib, with nothing to comfort her other than sucking her fingers.
If you only knew what her face looked like the moment her orphanage caregiver handed her to me to cradle for the very first time–fleeting moments of serenity commingled with sheer terror. No one had ever held her that way before, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
If you only knew that she would lay in her crib after waking and never cry–because up until now, no one would respond.
If you only knew that anxiety was a standard part of her day, along with banging her head on her crib rails and rocking herself for sensory input and comfort.
If you only knew that that baby in the carrier is heartbreakingly “independent” –and how we will spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years trying to override the part of her brain that screams “trauma” and “not safe”.
If you only knew what I know.
If you only knew that that baby now whimpers when she’s put down instead of when she is picked up.
If you only knew that that baby “sings” at the top of her lungs in the mornings and after her nap, because she knows that her chatter will bring someone to lift her out of her crib and change her diaper.
If you only knew that that baby rocks to sleep in her Mama’s or her Papa’s arms instead of rocking herself.
If you only knew that that baby made everyone cry the day she reached out for comfort, totally unprompted.
If you only knew what I know.
“Spoiling that baby” is the most important job I will ever have, and it is a privilege. I will carry her for a little while longer–or as long as she’ll let me–because she is learning that she is safe. That she belongs. That she is loved.
If you only knew…”