My grandmother, Wilma (better known as nana) walked into my life when I was just 2-years-old. Since then, we have been attached at the hip. Of course, I loved her growing up as a child, but our bond has become extremely strong now that I have gotten older. Part of that comes with age and maturity and the rest has to do with her battle with cancer. She was diagnosed with lung cancer two years ago. After going through with surgery to remove a part of her lung, six months later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Two separate cancers less than a year apart, it has been an extremely long two years to say the least. Thankfully, she is still fighting today.
For years, I have been trying to get her to move in with me so I can keep a better eye on her health. Unfortunately, she is just as stubborn as I am and has refused that offer many times. The main reason, she has lived in her house for 38 years this Thanksgiving and it is the one thing that has remained constant. She loves her home, her independence, her yard, and especially her neighbors. Every morning around 6 am, she wakes up, makes a cup of coffee, and goes directly to her porch.
Most people in our town wouldn’t have the best things to say about the neighborhood Nana lives in, but that is what is so awesome about this story. I want to shed some light in this dark world we are living in.
I work full time in the emergency department in our hometown on night shift. That alone keeps my schedule very limited, along with being a full-time student. We don’t have much family here, so getting Nana back and forth to treatment every day and being able to check on her frequently (or as much as I would like) has been difficult for me to do. This is where her beautiful neighbors come into play. They check on her multiple times throughout the day and have even helped me get her to chemotherapy and radiation appointments. They are honestly what keeps Nana going. I can’t go over to her home without someone at some point yelling ‘Hey Ms. Wilma, How ya doing?’ She knows everyone by name and they know and love her just as much as I do.
Caleb, the boy in the picture, is 7-years-old and in 1st grade. His grandmother lives directly next door to mine and is one neighbor she is especially close with. They have lived next to each other for as long as I can remember. The first time Nana and Caleb ever interacted was over an extra plate of food Nana had made and given to him. You would have thought Nana had given him a $100 bill. He was so grateful and thankful for a steak dinner. Caleb has recently moved in with his grandmother and his dad, along with his two other brothers. Prior to this, he was over there almost every day, and just like his grandmother, has visited and checked on Nana frequently.
The day I took the picture of them on the porch was the first day I really got to interact with him and get to know this genuine and kind young man. The conversations I’ve had him with him are so heartwarming and touching. Almost every time I think about his story and his heart, I want to tear up. My nana is so attached to him and the bond they have is incredible. He doesn’t come from much, but you can tell he has been raised on love. He will bust out a dance move in a heartbeat, will go on and on about how much he loves school, and make you laugh until you cry. This kid deserves the love he has received from this post. He stands out from the norm and brings so much joy into everyone’s life he is around. I am so thankful for him and the love he has shown my grandmother. I know for certain it has helped her on her hardest days. He will never know how much I truly appreciate him. I hope one day he realizes the impact he has left on her life and mine as well.
Nana starts back up with 30 rounds of radiation here in the next few weeks. Please say a prayer for her. Along with that prayer, I hope this story touches everyone it reaches. Although all we hear about in the world today is hate and pain, know that in the small town of Jackson, Tennessee, sitting on the porch, Caleb and Nana chose love. Age doesn’t matter, gender doesn’t matter, race doesn’t matter, they chose to love each other despite what everyone else is doing around them.”
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?
Remember to share this story with your friends and family and give them something t smile about!
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…”