There almost was no ‘good people’ post today, for I am in one of those ‘moods’. I went in search of, found some, nothing appealed, and I decided to just skip out on doing a post for this morning. But, as I went about doing other things, it weighed on my mind. This little invasive creature inside my head … he is my conscience and his name is “Barky” … kept saying, “But … don’t your friends and readers really count on you bringing them good news on Wednesday morn? Don’t you always say that they need the reminders that all is not lost, that there are good people doing good things?” I told Barky to shut up a couple of times, but he wouldn’t … that’s how he is, he’s a pain in the royal ass, but I’m so grateful that I have him – my conscience. And so, at just after midnight, when I had decided to treat myself to a few hours to just read or listen to music, I resumed my search for good people. Needless to say, I found some, for they are always out there … and here they are!
A meow from within …
Lindsay Russell, a Walmart employee in Morristown, Tennessee, was on her lunch break one day in late July when she heard meowing coming from one of the store’s vending machines.
“I tried all through my lunch and my last break to get her. I tried recruiting co-workers to help me get her, and none of us could do it.”
So, Lindsay called the Morristown Fire Department. Firefighters responding to the call unplugged the vending machine and removed the back cover, but still could not see the crying kitten. Luckily, the firefighters found another opening where they could see the kitten and coaxed it out. The rescue mission took around 10 minutes.
Lindsay has a big heart, and she gave the kitten a forever home and a new, very apt, name: Pepsi! A small thing, I know, but still … how many people would have ignored those plaintive cries and gone on about their day? Or how many people would have relegated the poor kitty to an animal shelter? I have a soft spot for anyone who takes extra care of animals … and perhaps tonight more so than usual, for I just learned that my neighbor’s dog died. His name was Rocky, he was a gigantic mixed breed mutt who loved everyone, and I loved him, so I am saddened to learn of his death.
Sign my yearbook … PLEASE?
You all remember that ‘end of the school year’ ritual where kids go around signing each other’s yearbooks with hand-drawn hearts, silly sayings & remembrances? A fun time … silly, but fun. At the end of this school year back in June, 12-year-old Brody Ridder came home with a long face … he had only two signatures, nothing more except one he wrote himself …
Brody’s yearbook — BEFORE
His mother, Cassandra, was heartbroken for her young son. She said that over the past two years, he has struggled socially and has been repeatedly bullied, and this was just one more instance in the bullying … kids are capable of great cruelty. Brody told his mum that when he asked his classmates to sign his yearbook …
“They told me no. It made me sad.”
Cassandra shared the above photo of her son’s yearbook note in a private Facebook group for parents at the school. She felt angry and helpless. Her primary objective in posting the photo, Ridder explained, was to encourage parents to talk to their children about bullying. She said she’s aware that some parents prefer to keep such matters private, but she thought that being forthright about it might help prevent her son and others from being targeted further.
Cassandra & Brody
She hoped people would sympathize with her son’s struggle, but she did not anticipate the outpouring of support that swiftly surfaced after her post — particularly from older students at the school. As dozens of compassionate comments poured in, several older students — none of whom previously knew Brody — heard about Ridder’s post from their parents. They stepped up to show their support.
Joanna Cooper, 17, received a text message from her mother with a screenshot of Ridder’s post. Right away, the 11th-grader decided, “I’m going to get people and we’re going to sign his yearbook. No kid deserves to feel like that.”
Cooper remembers being Brody’s age, and the intense pressure she felt to fit in. Having signatures in your yearbook wasn’t only a measure of popularity, she recalled, it also meant simply …
“… knowing that you have friends. Signing someone’s yearbook was all the rage. That people would tell him no and deny him a signature, it just hurt my heart.”
She contacted several friends and they coordinated to visit Brody’s homeroom class together the following day. Little did she know at the time, but many other students were hatching the same plan. When Simone Lightfoot, also an 11th-grader at the school, saw Ridder’s post, her first thought was: “I’ll get some of my friends and we’ll go sign it.” Lightfoot, 17, could relate to Brody’s plight …
“When I was younger, I was bullied a lot like him. If I could do one little thing to help this kid feel a little better, I’d be more than willing to.”
Maya Gregory, an eighth-grader at the school, felt likewise. She, too, was bullied at Brody’s age.
“No one helped me when I was in that situation. So I wanted to be there for him.”
She rounded up her friends, all of whom were eager to give Brody a confidence boost. The impromptu initiative spread throughout the school, and on May 25, the day after the yearbooks were distributed, a swarm of older students filed into Brody’s sixth-grade classroom, ready to sign his yearbook.
Although he felt shy at first, “it made me feel better,” said Brody, adding that he collected more than 100 signatures and messages of support in his yearbook that day. He also got some phone numbers and a gift bag. Said Joanna Cooper …
“Just seeing him light up, it felt really good. It was a small thing, but it made him so happy.”
Brody’s yearbook – AFTER
Even actor Paul Rudd reached out to Brody after learning the boy was being alienated at his middle school. Rudd, who plays Ant-Man in the Avengers franchise, turns out to be the young boy’s favorite superhero. When Rudd caught wind of what had happened, the actor reached out to the boy and his family and arranged a FaceTime call, following it up with a handwritten note and a signed Ant-Man helmet.
Sometimes maybe all it takes is for people to know when there’s a problem. Sometimes maybe people are just waiting to see where they’re needed before they step up to the plate. Maybe sometimes there’s a little bit of ‘good people’ in all of us. Maybe.
And one more ‘good people’, or should I say ‘good kitty’ … critters can be ‘good people’ too, y’know? This is one I saw back in April, bookmarked, and forgot to use, but tonight it seems apt as I have two kitties vying for my lap while I try to balance my computer on one knee!
Tammy York of Chattanooga, Tennessee, was watching movies and had fallen asleep (happens to the best of us, yes?). Turns out that Tammy had candles burning and the wax had begun to drip on the carpet that started a fire.
“I remember the cat, Mandy, making strange noises and tugging on my nightgown. I never woke up. Then she pounced on my chest and slapped me in the face with her paws. I immediately woke up and began choking due to the heavy smoke in my house! Myself and Mandy were able to escape unharmed.”
On April 15th, the Highway 58 Volunteer Fire Department in Chattanooga presented a plaque Friday to Mandy the cat, whose bravery saved Tammy York’s life.
Born in Vietnam with physical challenges, Liem, one of seven siblings, was adopted when he was 11 months old. According to his mother, Nancy, he began worrying about the homeless back in April and came to her one day saying he wanted to collect masks for people. With mom’s help, he began acquiring product-and-cash donations from individuals, businesses, the city and community groups to distribute to shelter programs and organizations that serve vulnerable populations.
When asked how long he could keep up his good works, Liem replied …
A small act of kindness, but really … that’s what the world is made up of … small things. And I can almost hear those boys telling their own sons about the generosity and kindness of the FedEx driver one day in the future.
Tide pods … y’know, laundry detergent? What — are people going to actually try eating them to disinfect their bodies? Two small packs of Tide pods were left on the shelves of my local Kroger on Friday. Amazon just sent me an email to inform me that my monthly subscribe & save order for Clorox wipes would be delayed because … because people bought them all up. Never mind that I have a standing monthly order because I clean 3 bathrooms 3 times a week, plus have 5 kitties to clean up after.
Those who would profit at the expense of others from this global pandemic deserve whatever punishment they get. Who’s to blame? All of us. Yes, you. Yes, me. We allow panic to take precedence over common sense. To be sure, we have had help from the federal government, the ‘president’ who we should be able to trust, but cannot, and from the media with their voices of gloom and doom. But, at the end of the day, we are responsible for our own actions. We are adults, capable of thinking, reasoning, and capable … when we so choose … of being humans, of thinking of others. Instead, some 90% of the population, it would seem, are thinking only of themselves, how to keep themselves safe and to hell with the rest of the world, how to have a few laughs at our expense, or how to profit from our misfortune. It is times like this that I despise the human race. Times like this that I am more determined than ever that if someday I must return to earth, it will be as something other than a human.
I am human, and thus yes, I am concerned about the coronavirus. My daughter is a nurse who works with sick people every day, so naturally I am concerned for her. I am 68 years old and have health issues, so I am in that “highest risk” group. But you know what? There’s a difference between being concerned and panicking. I’m not stockpiling anything, and while I am taking reasonable precautions, such as washing my hands when in public, I am not locking myself in my home. I will go out to dinner with the girls this evening, and mid-week I will go to the grocery in hopes that there is still a chicken and a bag of rice left. I will be responsible for my own fate and help others to the extent that I can. I will be able to live with my own conscience. We cannot live in a bubble, friends.
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