Pensacola, Florida—a bunch of children played kickball against the Escambia County Sheriff’s Department.
These kids are undergoing cancer treatment, but it hasn’t affected their spirit.
A little boy steps to the plate and kicks a rubber ball with every ounce of leg muscle he has. The crowd goes wild. His mom goes wild. I go wild.
Earlier, I spoke to a parent who remarked: “This has been the hardest time of our lives. I wish I could take it from my son, I wish it was me who had cancer, but it feels good to see him happy today.”
Today is a good day. And it was a good game. The score was close.
The Sheriff’s department only lost by 39,000 points.
Huntsville, Alabama—Aria was 26. A hardworking mother trying to earn her GED. She had a full-time job to tie down, two kids, and suppers don’t make themselves.
Her homework load was overwhelming. Solving for “X” wasn’t exactly a priority.
She posted a request for help
online. A college professor in West Virginia answered her. He volunteered to help.
He tutored her over the phone. Sometimes, they would stay on the phone for three hours at a time. Their friendship took off.
The weekend before her test, he bought a plane ticket. He met her at a coffee shop with flowers.
They spent two days prepping for her exam. She passed; he took her out to dinner. Today, she’s working on her bachelor’s degree.
They have two kids together.
Spartanburg, South Carolina—a man stopped four lanes of traffic to save a dog. Traffic backed up for a quarter mile.
He squatted onto his heels and spoke in a soft voice. Cars lined up, stretching toward the horizon.
The dog finally came.
He used his belt for a leash. The dog was old. No tags. He…