Validating Rightnesses
My husband isn’t going to be happy I’m posting this. Tonight, we were at Walmart and as we were checking out, we overheard this young guy’s conversation with the cashier.
He said, ‘I worked all summer long. So, I told my mom she didn’t have to spend a dime on my school supplies this year.’ Next thing I know my husband is shaking this guy’s hand and paying for his school supplies.
Alan has always valued hard work and he encouraged this guy to continue doing what he was doing, and his future could go anywhere he wanted to take it. I didn’t want to post this just to brag on my husband. But also to brag on this young guy! In a world where we are so quick to ‘share’ the bad things going on, I thought this was just the kind of goodness I needed to see!
Nabataean Water System
Hidden deep within Jordan’s rose-hued sandstone canyons, the ancient city of Petra stands as a breathtaking tribute to the Nabataeans a once-nomadic Arab people who, by the 4th century BCE, established one of the most advanced and thriving urban centers of the ancient world. Despite settling in an arid desert landscape, the Nabataeans transformed Petra into a flourishing hub of life, culture, and commerce. Their most astonishing achievement was their sophisticated water engineering: in a region with less than six inches of annual rainfall, they constructed an intricate system of dams, cisterns, and ceramic piping that collected, filtered, and stored rainwater. This innovation not only sustained a population of around 30,000 but also allowed for verdant gardens and agricultural productivity amidst the harsh desert.
The architectural legacy of Petra is equally remarkable. Its iconic structures, such as the Treasury (Al-Khazneh), are carved directly into massive sandstone cliffs, showcasing both artistic mastery and monumental ambition. These façades are only the surface of larger complexes that extend deep into the rock, some aligned precisely with celestial events like solstices and equinoxes evidence of the Nabataeans’ advanced astronomical knowledge. The city’s strategic layout, aesthetic precision, and spiritual symbolism highlight a culture that merged science, religion, and artistry in seamless harmony.
Petra’s success also stemmed from its strategic location along vital trade routes that connected Arabia, Egypt, and the Mediterranean. The Nabataeans capitalized on this by dominating the lucrative incense and spice trade. Rather than expanding through conquest, they secured their influence through diplomacy, paying tribute to empires like Rome while retaining sovereignty. Though Petra was eventually annexed by Rome in 106 CE, it remained prosperous until seismic shifts both literal and economic led to its decline. Forgotten by much of the world for centuries, Petra was rediscovered in 1812 by Swiss explorer Johann Ludwig Burckhardt, reviving global interest in the ingenious civilization that once made a desert bloom.
Cruciferous Vegetables
Dr Naomi Wolf on Pfizer Scam
Naomi Wolf exposes shocking revelations from Pfizer’s internal documents: Just one month into the vaccine rollout in November 2020, Pfizer knew their COVID shot failed to stop the virus—making every mandate, job loss, business closure, school shutdown, military compulsion, and suppression of freedoms that followed a complete lie.
The most common “side effect”? Getting COVID itself. Pfizer also lied about the injection staying in the deltoid muscle. Instead, the mRNA, spike protein, and lipid nanoparticles (including petroleum-derived polyethylene glycol) biodistribute within 48 hours, crossing the blood-brain barrier and accumulating in the liver, adrenals, spleen, lymphatic system—and in women’s ovaries.
Eat These 3 Superfoods to Boost Cognition, Fight Inflammation, & Increase Longevity
Wow! A 2009 Harvard study found not getting enough Omega 3 fatty acids from seafood was one of the top 6 causes of death! A similar magnitude risk as high blood pressure or cardio-vascular disease.
The average American has a rating of 5.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEDHVfE8KoE
Blueberries Turn Toxic with These 3 Foods
Avoid eating blueberries with artificial sweeteners, milk and cheese products and iron-rich foods like red or organ meats and iron supplements.
30-60 minutes after waking is a good time with oats, so is
2-4 pm paired with walnuts, flax seeds and chia.
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Over 60? Eat These 3 CHEESES to Rebuild Muscle and FIGHT Sarcopenia
The amino-acid Leucine is key to preventing muscle loss. These three cheeses provide a time released amount that helps your body:
Parmesan Cheese
Cottage Cheese
Goat Cheese
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Florida Cancels Vaccine Mandates
Changing The World – One Person At A Time
I never planned to start a movement in the middle of a Walmart checkout line—but one carton of milk changed everything that morning.
I’m Frank. Seventy-six. Vietnam vet. My knees sound like gravel when I get out of bed, and my hands tremble just enough to make pouring coffee a challenge. I live alone now. My wife, Joanne, died of lung cancer six years ago. Since then, Tuesdays at Walmart have been my routine—something steady in a world that stopped feeling steady.
Last Tuesday, I wheeled my cart into checkout lane six. I had bread, eggs, and a jar of instant coffee. Nothing special. Just the usual.
That’s when I saw her.
An older woman—maybe early seventies—stood ahead of me. She wore a faded pink coat with the buttons misaligned, like she’d dressed in a hurry. Her cart was nearly empty: a loaf of bread, a single can of soup, and a carton of milk.
When the cashier gave her the total, the woman reached into her purse and pulled out food stamps, coupons, and a few crumpled dollar bills. Her fingers shook as she tried to count the coins. The line grew restless.
Behind me, a man muttered loud enough for everyone to hear, “If you can’t afford milk, maybe you shouldn’t be buying anything at all.” His wife snickered. Another younger woman rolled her eyes, whispering about how long it was taking.
I watched the old woman’s shoulders slump. She quietly pushed the carton of milk aside, her face turning red. She didn’t argue. Didn’t complain. Just gave up.
And something in me snapped.
I stepped forward, pulled out my wallet, and laid a ten-dollar bill on the counter. “Put the milk back,” I said, my voice rougher than I meant. “She needs it.”
The cashier froze. The line went quiet. The woman turned, eyes wide, as if I’d just handed her gold.
“You don’t have to—” she whispered.
“I know,” I said. “But I want to.”
The cashier bagged the milk. The woman’s lips trembled as she reached for the carton. She whispered, “Bless you,” and for a second, her hand lingered on mine. Cold, fragile, but steady in its gratitude.
That could’ve been the end of it. Just one Tuesday, one small act.
But it wasn’t.
The next week, I brought a notepad with me. Before I left home, I tore out a sheet, wrote six words, and folded it in half: If you see someone struggling, help.
When I got to Walmart, I taped that paper to the card reader stand at checkout lane six. Didn’t make a speech. Didn’t wait for applause. Just taped it there and paid for my groceries.
The week after, there were two new notes taped beside mine. One read: “Someone once helped my mom—thank you.” Another said: “Called my dad today after years. You reminded me.”
I stood there, my throat tight, reading those shaky letters. I hadn’t built a church or written a law. I’d just bought milk. But something had caught fire.
Then came the backlash.
The fourth week, a note appeared scrawled in thick black marker: “Stop rewarding laziness. I worked for everything I have. Nobody helped me.”
People were whispering in line. Some agreed. Some shook their heads. It turned the checkout into a battlefield—kindness on one side, bitterness on the other.
I wanted to rip that note down. Instead, I left it. Because maybe that’s the point. Not everyone believes in stepping up. Not everyone wants to. But the conversation? That’s what matters.
That morning, the woman in the pink coat—her name’s Martha, I later learned—found me in the produce section. She pressed a small plastic bag into my hand. Inside was a carton of strawberries, a little bruised but sweet-smelling.
“For you,” she said. “My grandson works at the orchard. Brought too many.”
I tried to protest, but she shook her head. Her eyes watered. “You didn’t just buy milk. You reminded me I still matter.”
I swear to you, those words hit harder than any medal pinned on my chest.
By the sixth week, checkout lane six had become something else. A bulletin board. A confession wall. [This story was written by Things That Make You Think. Elsewhere it’s an unauthorized copy.]Dozens of folded papers, taped with gum, stickers, whatever people had. Notes that said:
“I left groceries on a neighbor’s porch today.”
“My daughter finally called. Thank you.”
“I bought coffee for the man who sleeps by the bus stop.”
And yes, a few more angry ones too: “This is just virtue signaling.” “No one helped me when I struggled.”
But the positive outweighed the poison.
One teenager scribbled: “Kindness isn’t charity. It’s contagious.”
I stood there, groceries in my arms, and realized something I wish I’d understood years ago: We wait for politicians, pastors, heroes to fix the world. But maybe it starts in aisle six, with ten dollars and a carton of milk.
Yesterday, as I was leaving, I saw a young man—tattoos up his arm, hoodie pulled low—step forward in line. The woman ahead of him was short two bucks. He paid without a word. Didn’t even look for thanks. Just did it.
When he walked past me, he nodded at the notes taped to the card reader. “Guess it’s catching on, old man.”
I smiled. My knees ached, my hands shook, but my chest felt lighter than it had in years.
I’m not telling you this to brag. I’m telling you because I’ve learned something the hard way:
Kindness isn’t charity. It’s a mirror. It reflects what we choose to see in each other.
Some people see laziness. I choose to see dignity. Some see weakness. I choose to see humanity.
So tomorrow, when you’re standing in line, and someone is fumbling with coupons or counting out coins—don’t roll your eyes. Don’t mutter about laziness. Step up. Be the note in someone else’s aisle.
Because here’s the truth: you never know when one carton of milk might change the world—or at least someone’s world.