Harold

Harold

This is my friend Harold.
Not the guy in the man lift—but the man behind him, sitting quietly in his wheelchair on the sidewalk.
Harold lives in the nursing home just across the street from our job site.
Since day one, he’s been there.
Every morning at 7 a.m., like clockwork.
He takes lunch when we do.
And he doesn’t leave until I shut down the crane and head home.
At first, I thought,
“He’s just an old man enjoying the fresh air. Curious, maybe. Just passing time.”
But something about his consistency got me curious too.
So one day, I walked over and introduced myself.
That first conversation lasted over two and a half hours.
And it changed me.
Harold, it turns out, is nearing the end of his life.
He’s battling heart failure and a degenerative disease that’s been eating away at his health for years.
But before all that, Harold spent over 50 years doing exactly what I do now—operating cranes.
He told me he never imagined he’d get to see one up close again—let alone watch one in action, every day.
It’s not just a job to him. It’s his life. His pride. His story.
He has family. Two daughters. A son.
They haven’t visited in the seven years he’s been in that nursing home.
So I made Harold a deal.
He jokingly asked if I’d put him on payroll.
I told him I couldn’t swing that… but here’s what I could do:
 Every morning, I bring him his favorite—a black coffee.
 Twice a week, I grab him lunch from anywhere he wants.
 And at the end of each day, I sit with him so he can critique my crane work and give me pointers.
Because no matter how good you think you are, there’s always more to learn.
And Harold?
He didn’t hesitate before saying,
“ABSOLUTELY!”
Now he’s not just watching.
He’s part of the crew.
He’s teaching again. Smiling again.
Living with purpose in his final days.
And I guess I’m sharing this to say:
 Don’t overlook the quiet people in the background.
 Don’t assume someone’s just “passing time.”
 Walk over. Say hello.
You never know what kind of impact you might make—or what kind of soul you’ll meet.
I’m so thankful I took that step.
And when the day comes that God calls Harold home,
I’ll find peace in knowing he spent his final chapter surrounded by something he loved.
And by someone who cared enough to see him.
Be that someone. Make someone feel seen.
It might just be the most important thing you do today.

A Canadian school is doing something from which the whole world should learn

A Different Senior Prom

Every year, a high school in Regina, Saskatchewan, hosts a truly heartwarming event — a senior prom like no other.

The guests of honor? Elderly people from low-income communities, many of whom live alone with little or no company.

The students prepare a full dinner, help them get dressed, organize transportation — making sure no one is left behind. And for one magical evening, they gift them a night of music, joy, laughter, and dignity.

Some haven’t danced in decades.

Others are simply moved to be seen, heard, and embraced.

For one night, grandparents become young again…

And teenagers learn what it means to have a big, compassionate heart.

This beautiful tradition has been changing lives for nearly 30 years — a powerful reminder that empathy can be taught.

Hats off to these students and their school!

They’re not just shaping future professionals…
They’re shaping real human beings.

J.K. Rowling Destroyed Trans Ideology With One Savage Tweet

J K Rowling

Famed “Harry Potter” author J.K. Rowling became a vocal critic of transgender ideology back in 2019, when she supported a woman who lost her job for saying that biological sex is immutable. In 2020, Rowling’s tweets and essay argued that prioritizing “gender identity” over biological sex threatens women’s rights and safety, drawing from her experience as an abuse survivor. She faced fierce backlash, was branded a “TERF” by activists, and even endured death threats, but stood firm.

Rowling’s stance has only grown more defiant as she continues to call out the bullying tactics of trans activism and the erasure of women. Despite relentless attacks from activists, media outlets, and even cast members from “Harry Potter,” her unapologetic wit and unwavering resolve have made her a leading voice of resistance against a radical ideology that silences dissent. This week, she once again proved why she remains a formidable force in the culture war over gender, giving courage to countless women who’ve been too afraid to speak out.

Apparently some people have been attacking Rowling by saying she looks like a “trans woman.” Her response to such attacks says it all:

JK Rowling Trans Tweet

Talk about a masterclass in rhetorical jiu-jitsu. She takes the intended insult of her critics and flips it right back on them, exposing the hypocrisy at the heart of so much of the pro-trans activist rhetoric.

Rowling’s critics, who claim to be the champions of tolerance and inclusion, routinely stoop to personal attacks and misogynistic insults whenever a woman dares to challenge their orthodoxy. The latest trend is to hurl accusations that Rowling “looks like a trans woman,” a jab that is supposed to be both an insult to her and a defense of trans women. But Rowling, with her trademark wit and clarity, called their bluff.

She pointed out the obvious: If you’re accusing someone of looking like “trans woman” in the pejorative sense, you’re essentially admitting what most people already know: that “trans women” don’t look like real women. Let’s face it, men can grow out their hair, get breast implants, and take whatever drugs they want, but everyone knows what they really are. Calling Richard “Rachel” Levine a woman doesn’t make him a woman. Using female pronouns to refer to Bruce “Caitlyn” Jenner doesn’t change the fact that he is a man. Letting Will “Lia” Thomas compete against real women doesn’t erase what he is.

Rowling refuses to apologize, refuses to play by the ever-changing rules of the woke mob, and instead shines a spotlight on the contradictions baked into their rhetoric, like how calling someone a “trans woman” is supposedly empowering until it’s used as a slur. Her wit, clarity, and refusal to back down force her critics to confront the ugliness of their tactics.

Through years of smears, threats, and public pressure campaigns, Rowling has stood firm, using every attack as an opportunity to expose the movement’s double standards and moral incoherence. In an era when most public figures wilt under pressure, she’s become a symbol of courage for women everywhere who are tired of being silenced. She’s not just defending herself; she’s defending reality, and doing it with a fearlessness that leaves her critics sputtering.

Just because trans activists demand that we all pretend that men who grow their hair out and play dress up are women doesn’t mean that the rest of us have to play along. And when those same activists who have spent years lobbing insults and even death threats at Rowling try to mock her by saying she “looks like a trans woman,” they don’t expose her bigotry; they expose their own hypocrisy. If comparing her to a “trans woman” is meant as an insult, then it’s not Rowling degrading “trans women”; it’s the so-called allies who use the comparison as a punchline. In doing so, they don’t validate their ideology; they reinforce the biological truth they insist everyone ignore.

The attacks on J.K. Rowling reveal just how desperate the radical left has become to crush dissent. 

https://www.zerohedge.com/political/jk-rowling-destroyed-trans-ideology-one-savage-tweet

Coco Chanel

Coco Chanel

“No one taught me to sew, you know? I learned because I had to. It wasn’t art at first… it was survival.”
I was born into poverty. My mother died when I was twelve. My father — a coward — walked away as if we were nothing.
I ended up in a cold, grey orphanage, where the echo of prayers blended with the sound of tearing fabric. The nuns taught me to sew.
“To give you a decent life, Gabrielle,” they said, pointing their bony fingers at my poorly cut fabric.
But I didn’t want a “decent” life.
“Decent? What does that even mean? To be quiet and clean?” I once asked.
Sister Bernadette glared at me.
“It means not ending up on the street again,” she snapped.
But in my head, something else had already caught fire:
I didn’t want to survive. I wanted to soar.
Every stitch I made was a declaration: I will become.
I sewed in silence — but inside, I was screaming. No one would decide for me.
Years later, when I started selling my first hats, people laughed:
“A woman with her own shop? How absurd.”
“The daughter of a street vendor thinks she’s a designer? How presumptuous.”
They had no idea who they were talking to.
One man once said smugly:
“You made this? But it’s elegant… I thought it was from Paris.”
“It is,” I smiled. “Because I am Paris. You just don’t know it yet.”
With every hat I sold, with every dress I cut without following the rules, I got closer to the woman I dreamed of becoming:
Free. Elegant. Unapologetic.
No corsets. No permission. No fear.
I cut my hair short when every woman wore it long.
“You look like a boy,” a friend said, horrified.
“No,” I replied. “I look like me.”
And I loved it.
They called me rebellious, insolent, even vulgar.
But they never called me obedient.
I saw wars tear everything apart. I saw my stores shut down during the occupation.
I heard them say:
“Chanel is finished. Her time is over.”
But they didn’t know me.
I returned to Paris when everyone thought I was history — and proved I still had chapters to write.
I wasn’t just a brand. I was a statement.
A war cry against conformity.
Chanel Nº 5?
Yes, they say it’s the most famous perfume in the world.
But my real fragrance? It smelled like defiance.
“What does courage smell like?” a young designer once asked me.
“Like not giving up,” I said.
“Like perfume with scars.”
And if I could tell that little girl crying on her orphanage bed one thing, it would be this:
 “Don’t let the mud you were born in stop you from blooming. The strongest flowers grow from ruins.” — Coco Chanel

Jason Statham

Jason Statham

“Before I was kicking butt on the big screen… I was selling perfume on street corners just to eat.”
I didn’t grow up under bright lights or on red carpets. I was raised in a working-class neighborhood in England — the kind of place where if you didn’t learn to stand your ground, you got trampled. From an early age, I found refuge in sport. I became a professional diver and even competed nationally. But the Olympic dream? It slipped through my fingers. No selection, no second chances. That broke something inside me.
No scholarships. No backing. No future mapped out. So I hit the streets — literally. Selling watches, fake jewelry, perfumes — whatever I could — just to put food in my mouth. I hustled corners, pitched strangers, and got insulted more times than I could count. One guy once shoved me and said, “Get a real job.” That night, I slept on a mate’s floor wondering if anything would ever change.
And then… it did.
While modeling for a sports brand, director Guy Ritchie spotted me. No drama school. No fancy resume. Just raw grit. He offered me a role in Snatch — and from there, the game changed. I trained. I acted. I threw myself into every frame like my life depended on it… because it did. Over 20 films later, I still remember where it started — and what it took to survive.
Never underestimate the guy selling stuff on the corner. He might be built for something more.
“You can be selling what nobody wants today — just don’t sell your hope. Because if you hold on long enough, someone will see what you’re worth.”
— Jason Statham

Soichiro Honda

Soichiro Honda

“I wasn’t born knowing what to do…
I was born falling down — and learned to build on every fall.”
As a kid, I preferred machines over books.
While others studied, I’d sneak away to watch mechanics fix cars.
My father was a blacksmith — we didn’t have much.
But I was certain of one thing:
One day, I’d build something big.
What I didn’t know back then was how many times I’d have to crash first —
both literally and metaphorically.
I was rejected when I applied to work as an engineer.
“Just a mechanic,” they said.
So, I started a tiny workshop… which collapsed in an earthquake.
I rebuilt it — then a war bomb destroyed it.
When I tried again, I had no money and no materials.
So I melted gasoline cans and made pistons by hand.
Finally, I built my first motorized bicycle.
People laughed.
“Looks like a toy,” they said.
“Who’d want that?”
Years later, those very bikes were selling by the millions.
When I founded Honda, they still doubted me.
But I no longer cared — because I had learned something more powerful than success:
I had learned how to endure.
I went from sleeping on the floor…
to seeing my name on engines around the world.
Not because I was the smartest —
but because I was the most stubborn.
Every time the world knocked me down,
I answered with a new idea, a new invention,
one more try.
And that’s what made all the difference.
“You don’t have to be perfect.
You just need to be stubborn with your dreams.
Because the ones who fall the most…
are often the ones who rise the strongest.”
— Soichiro Honda

Patrick Swayze

Dirty Dancing Co-Stars

During an early morning rehearsal for the iconic lift scene in “Dirty Dancing” (1987), Jennifer Grey froze. The barn was cold, the pressure was intense, and the entire crew stood waiting. Grey’s anxiety, which had been quietly mounting for days, finally spilled over. With her arms folded tightly across her chest and her eyes brimming with tears, she whispered that she couldn’t do it. Her voice trembled. Her legs felt weak. She turned away, hiding her face, overwhelmed by fear that she wouldn’t be able to live up to the moment.
Patrick Swayze, already in place, stepped out of the spotlight and walked straight to her. He didn’t signal for a break or retreat behind the scenes. Instead, he slowly knelt down beside her, placed a firm but gentle hand on hers, and looked up into her face with the steady calm of someone deeply present. “I’m not leaving you,” he told her, his voice low but sure. “We’re in this together. We’re going to do this one breath at a time.”
For a moment, everything else on set, the camera equipment, the lights, the expectations, faded away. The crew stood still. No one moved. Swayze, still holding her hand, encouraged her to breathe slowly with him. Inhale. Exhale. He matched her rhythm, grounding her, giving her space to fall apart and rebuild in front of him. His patience was quiet and unwavering. There was no rush. No embarrassment. Only presence.
Jennifer Grey had been worried their onscreen chemistry wouldn’t feel real. Off camera, their relationship had been strained. But in that moment, Swayze didn’t let any past tension cloud his compassion. He didn’t try to coach her through it with technical advice. He offered something far more rare in the high-stakes, fast-paced world of movie-making, emotional safety.
A crew member later said it was like watching someone protect a delicate flame from the wind. “He didn’t just calm her down,” they recalled. “He created a space where she could stop doubting herself.” That morning, they didn’t rehearse for hours. They rehearsed for moments. And Patrick stayed with her through each one.
When she finally nodded that she was ready to try again, he didn’t spring into action. He helped her rise to her feet slowly, as if returning her strength in stages. The next attempt wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. What mattered was that she felt safe enough to try, and that trust changed everything between them. The iconic lift, which later became one of the most celebrated scenes in movie history, was built not just on choreography but on the bond forged in that barn.
Swayze, trained in dance and martial arts, had a reputation for discipline. But that day, what stood out wasn’t his precision, it was his patience. His ability to recognize fear in someone else and respond not with frustration, but with gentleness. He knew what anxiety looked like. He had dealt with his own insecurities in the past, and he understood how isolating those moments could feel on a set filled with pressure and watchful eyes.
Later, Jennifer would speak in interviews about the emotional turbulence during filming, but she always remembered that particular moment. Not for its drama, but for the kindness it revealed in her co-star. Patrick didn’t need to say much. What he did was far louder than any words, he stayed.
That lift became more than a performance. It became a symbol of trust, of vulnerability met with care, and of what can happen when someone chooses to respond to another’s fear with quiet strength.
Patrick Swayze’s humanity lived not in his fame or talent, but in how he held space for someone else to find their courage.

Quote of the Day

“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.”  – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Writer (1749 – 1832)

Students Need To Read Books

Students Need To Read Books

Maybe this applies more broadly than to just students… …maybe, just maybe, some of us adults need to participate in counter-cultural activities too.

Change Your IQ – Change Your Life!

Henry David Thoreau (American philosopher (1817–1862)) wrote: “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”

If you are not leading a life of quiet desperation, congrats to you! If you are, watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qY9g8FMmU And then, if you want to change, call me.

I am guessing that those “lives of quiet desperation” are at least in part due to the person not being able to solve life’s problems.

If intelligence is the ability to solve problems, then the smarter you are, the greater your chance of solving the problems that currently beset you.

In the 1940s defeatist psychiatry taught that IQ was static, it could not be changed.

Very shortly afterwards that was proven to be untrue. It was found that IQ could be improved. Here are some ways you can do just that!

1. One way to increase your intelligence is to remove fluoride from your drinking water. That may increase your IQ by 7%.
(https://www.tomgrimshaw.com/tomsblog/?p=60363)

2. Another way to increase your IQ is to ditch wheat. That might give you a 4.1% increase in your test scores. (https://www.tomgrimshaw.com/tomsblog/?p=60375)

3. As well as removing known toxins, improving your nutrition can help enormously.

a) Supplementing children’s diets with fish oil is one of several effective ways to raise a young child’s IQ levels, by more than 3.5% according to a NZ report.
(https://www.nutraingredients.com/Article/2013/01/28/Omega-3-rich-diet-can-boost-children-s-IQ-says-meta-analysis/)

(I can’t see how this would not also help adults so I take two capsules a day of fish oil and one of Krill oil.)

b) This week I had a friend call in to pick up another tub of my NutriBlast® Memory and Intelligence Blend.
(https://www.healthelicious.com.au/Nutri-Blast-Memory-Blend.html)
She told me it makes so much difference to her fella’s memory that she can tell the difference between the days he has it and the days he doesn’t.

c) Stopping the spike protein is key. I now have 74 ingredients in my NutriBlast® Anti-Spike Blend. View them here: https://www.healthelicious.com.au/NutriBlast-Anti-Spike.html

d) Reversing neurological damage from the Covid “vaccine” is also advisable. This article https://www.thefocalpoints.com/p/lions-mane-mushroom-may-help-reverse talks about just one of the 85 ingredients in my NutriBlast® DNA/Heart/Mitochondrial Support Blend
https://www.healthelicious.com.au/NutriBlast_DNA_Heart_Mitochondria.html

4. Freeing up attention units stuck in past losses has even greater potential to raise your IQ. In my experience this is the single most effective action you can take to improve memory and intelligence.

I read that due to stuck attention on losses and other emotional trauma, most people have much of their attention stuck in the past. The figure quoted was that the average person has only 30% of their attention in present time, the rest of their attention units are hung up in the past.

If this is not real to you, recall the last time you had a disagreement with someone. Then recall how you felt afterwards. Were you instantly bright and chirpy again or did you still have some of your attention on the disagreement? This is also a partial explanation of stress and why accidents occur. If you do not have all your attention on what you are doing, accidents can happen far more easily!

Well, multiply that by the number of disagreements, betrayals, departures and other losses from your whole life and all of a sudden you can see why the less fortunate of us might have so many of their attention units stuck in the past that the average is as low as 30% in present time. And it also explains the dwindling spiral in people’s outlook as they age.

Sort of helps explain why you see so many incidents on the road that make you wonder about the driver, “Where the heck are you?”

The better question to ask may well be, “When in the past are you stuck?” (Not that you would ask that question of the person.)

So, as I wrote earlier, freeing up attention units stuck in past losses has even greater potential to raise your IQ.

I have some techniques you can do yourself to recover past attention units which increases memory and intelligence. A $35 book and 15 minutes a day will open doors you did not know even existed! Drop me a line or call me if you would like to improve your IQ.

I sincerely hope you got something from the above and that you implement at least some of it and improve your IQ, solve some of your problems and increase your happiness.

Cheers,

Tom