20 bikers refused to leave a dying veteran's hospital room even when security threatened to arrest them all. Old Jim had been dying alone for three weeks, no visitors, no family, just a forgotten Marine in a VA hospital bed counting his last breaths. But when a young nurse posted on Facebook that this 89 year-old veteran who'd fought at Iwo Jima was going to die without a single person holding his hand, something extraordinary happened that had the entire hospital staff in tears.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1BNhLvXgoc/ If you need a good cackle today, enjoy this fiery but mostly peacable FAFO incident.

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Shared by Unfiltered Feels on Facebook four days ago: When a mother loses a baby, their DNA doesn’t just disappear. It lives inside of her. Little fragments of them stay woven into her blood, her bones, her very being. She carries them forever, even when the world assumes she’s “moved on.” Science calls it microchimerism. But mothers call it love that never left. Her baby’s cells cross into her body and stay there for a lifetime. A physical reminder that they were real, they existed, they mattered. So even when her arms are empty, she is never truly without them. Their presence lingers in her body, her heartbeat, her cells. She doesn’t just remember them… she holds them, every single day, in ways no one can see. Motherhood doesn’t end with loss. It lives on in her body. It lives on in her soul. It lives on in the love that never had the chance to grow old. She carries her baby forever. Not just in her heart. But in every part of who she is.

Saw this on Facebook shared by Alexis Palmer one day ago: "Somewhere, there’s a woman: 30 years old, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” She forces a smile. “Not yet.” Later, she cries… because she’s had miscarriages, because IVF didn’t work, because she’s tried for years, because her heart aches every time she’s asked that question. Somewhere else, there’s a woman: 34, five children. People say, “Five? I hope you’re done!” They laugh like it’s funny. She laughs too, politely. Later, she cries… because she wanted a big family, because her Granny had 12, because she’s tired of the judgment, because people assume she’s irresponsible, because no one sees how much love and care she pours into her kids. And then there’s another woman: 40, one child. People ask, “Only one? Didn’t you want more?” She smiles, “I’m happy with my one.” Later, she cries… because her one was a miracle, because she wanted more, because her body or life circumstances won’t allow it, because people don’t know the battles she’s already fought. 💔 These women are everywhere. They are our sisters, our neighbors, our coworkers, our friends. Their wombs are not community property. Their choices are not public business. Their pain is not ours to poke at with casual comments and “funny” jokes. So here’s the reminder: 👉 Whether it’s no kids, five kids, or one kid—it’s not your place to question. 👉 Respect their journey. Respect their story. Respect their silence. Because you never know what tears are hidden behind that smile." [Nadirah Angail]

I love how my grandpa literally died yesterday and nobody told me. I have to find out on Facebook as if I don't have a brother or a dad that can let me know these things.

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Food for thought. Truth. https://www.facebook.com/reel/1118945193095508

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