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annamaetezuka:

fearfullymade-locs:

thearcanetheory:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

I know people whose family was saved because of the heroism of this one man.

Wow

Well done, sir.

annamaetezuka:

fearfullymade-locs:

thearcanetheory:

gdfalksen:

Chiune Sugihara. This man saved 6000 Jews. He was a Japanese diplomat in Lithuania. When the Nazis began rounding up Jews, Sugihara risked his life to start issuing unlawful travel visas to Jews. He hand-wrote them 18 hrs a day. The day his consulate closed and he had to evacuate, witnesses claim he was STILL writing visas and throwing from the train as he pulled away. He saved 6000 lives. The world didn’t know what he’d done until Israel honored him in 1985, the year before he died.

I know people whose family was saved because of the heroism of this one man.

Wow

Well done, sir.

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beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

beben-eleben:

There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.

On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!

Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.

It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.

Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.

Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”

The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.

“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”

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suicideisnotanoption4u:

8-years ago, CHP Officer Kevin Briggs talked this young man out of jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. That young man’s name is Kevin Berthia. Today he is 30 years old and married with 2 children. This week he presented Officer Briggs with an award on behalf of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. The story of how Officer Briggs talked Kevin down is remarkable. As you can see in the picture, Kevin is literally one step away from jumping to his death. But for more than hour, the officer listened to Kevin pour his heart out about his troubles and told him, “I know you think things are bad, but they can get better.”Kevin says, “Officer Briggs never made me feel guilty for the situation I was in. He made feel like, I understand why you are here, but there are alternatives”Kevin is just one of countless lives Briggs has saved over his 23 year career.Briggs, who was promoted to Sergeant five years ago, is humble about what he does. He says, ”they make the decision, when they step back over that rail it takes a tremendous amount of courage”I salute Sergeant Briggs!Photo: The San Francisco Chronicle, John Storey

suicideisnotanoption4u:

8-years ago, CHP Officer Kevin Briggs talked this young man out of jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. 

That young man’s name is Kevin Berthia. 
Today he is 30 years old and married with 2 children. 
This week he presented Officer Briggs with an award on behalf of the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. 

The story of how Officer Briggs talked Kevin down is remarkable. 

As you can see in the picture, Kevin is literally one step away from jumping to his death. But for more than hour, the officer listened to Kevin pour his heart out about his troubles and told him, “I know you think things are bad, but they can get better.”

Kevin says, “Officer Briggs never made me feel guilty for the situation I was in. He made feel like, I understand why you are here, but there are alternatives”

Kevin is just one of countless lives Briggs has saved over his 23 year career.

Briggs, who was promoted to Sergeant five years ago, is humble about what he does. He says, ”they make the decision, when they step back over that rail it takes a tremendous amount of courage”

I salute Sergeant Briggs!
Photo: The San Francisco Chronicle, John Storey

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15hypens:

in 7th grade we had this german teacher who immigrated to america from Germany about 23 years ago and one guy in my class thought it would be funny to ask him “Hey, because you’re german does that make you a Nazi?” and in a very thick german accent he replies “Hey, because you’re a white american boy, does that make you a slaveholder?” and the kid never tried to be funny in that class again

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0bey-brandon:

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theressomethingaboutasunrise
Riding my bicycle along Hollywood Boulevard today I saw him in the crowd - noticed him instantly. When we reached each other, I said hi and asked if he would mind if I took his photo.  “You want my photo?” Yeah, I said. There’s nobody  like you.  “I know.” And he smiled for me -although his face was evidently destroyed by something- and his mouth reconstructed. I asked him what happened. “Shot,” he said. “Shot in the face.” He motioned a gun at close range being shot directly into his face. And you survived that? I asked. “No,” he said with a smile. “I’m dead.” I apologized for what was a stupid question, but it was hard to fathom - gun shot- close range - into his face. And he lived. So what happened? I asked. Was it an accident, or did  someone mean to shoot you? “I did it myself. Tried to kill myself.” You did “Yeah.” Where? “Arizona.” Phoenix? “Tucson.” So tell me, how did it feel, after you shot yourself in the face - and you came to -and realized you were not dead? “Agony. The worst agony ever.” Man. “Yeah.” What kind of gun? “30-aught-six.” I was thunderstruck. I have met and photographed many people - who are featured in this stream - humans who have overcome amazing adversity. Lydia, who was burnt almost to death. Ray, whose eye was gone. Margaret, who weighed over 500 pounds. But this. Man. And yet he was smiling. I told him what I thought: God gives everyone a different life - and some people get really really hard lives. “That’s me. Doesn’t get much worse.” Told me he’s on the street.  Homeless. I asked him how bad it was that he wanted to die.  “Bad. Really bad. The worse kind.” Are you gonna try again? “No. I tried once. That’s enough.” Man.  Sometimes our lives seem hard - unbearable even - but then we meet Kevin. Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize again how lucky we are. How hard some humans have it.  Man. And yet he smiled. He smiled for me. This man with his face blown off - by his own hand. And here he is - in the sunshine, listening to music, smiling. I don’t even know what else to say about this.
my heart. it just exploded.

i couldn’t help but reblog

omg must reblog

0bey-brandon:

stay—positiv3:

the-absolute-best-posts:

theressomethingaboutasunrise

Riding my bicycle along Hollywood Boulevard today I saw him in the crowd - noticed him instantly. When we reached each other, I said hi and asked if he would mind if I took his photo.  “You want my photo?” Yeah, I said. There’s nobody  like you.  “I know.” And he smiled for me -although his face was evidently destroyed by something- and his mouth reconstructed. I asked him what happened. “Shot,” he said. “Shot in the face.” He motioned a gun at close range being shot directly into his face. And you survived that? I asked. “No,” he said with a smile. “I’m dead.” I apologized for what was a stupid question, but it was hard to fathom - gun shot- close range - into his face. And he lived. So what happened? I asked. Was it an accident, or did  someone mean to shoot you? “I did it myself. Tried to kill myself.” You did “Yeah.” Where? “Arizona.” Phoenix? “Tucson.” So tell me, how did it feel, after you shot yourself in the face - and you came to -and realized you were not dead? “Agony. The worst agony ever.” Man. “Yeah.” What kind of gun? “30-aught-six.” I was thunderstruck. I have met and photographed many people - who are featured in this stream - humans who have overcome amazing adversity. Lydia, who was burnt almost to death. Ray, whose eye was gone. Margaret, who weighed over 500 pounds. But this. Man. And yet he was smiling. I told him what I thought: God gives everyone a different life - and some people get really really hard lives. “That’s me. Doesn’t get much worse.” Told me he’s on the street.  Homeless. I asked him how bad it was that he wanted to die.  “Bad. Really bad. The worse kind.” Are you gonna try again? “No. I tried once. That’s enough.” Man.  Sometimes our lives seem hard - unbearable even - but then we meet Kevin. Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize again how lucky we are. How hard some humans have it.  Man. And yet he smiled. He smiled for me. This man with his face blown off - by his own hand. And here he is - in the sunshine, listening to music, smiling. I don’t even know what else to say about this.

my heart. it just exploded.

i couldn’t help but reblog

omg must reblog

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burgrs:

i thought i left my ipod in the theater so we went back to look for it and i couldn’t see so i turned on my ipod to give me some light so i could find my ipod do u see where this is going because i did not 

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fuckinq:

I went jogging this morning and i noticed a guy was following me and i was so scared lmfao my heart was pounding and then he finally caught up to me and said “hey you dropped 50 bucks” and i took it and started running and while i’m running i’m laughing because the 50 dollars didn’t belong to me

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carry-on-my-jingle-butt:

thewaywardswagabond:

iamtonysexual:

Also Can we all just take a second to appreciate this opening paragraph on my paper earlier this semester about my experience here at Tumblr omg

I wanna know how you continued from “one of the last place one would expect to have someone come up behind them and whisper, “How often do you masturbate.”
That is probably the best goddamn hook I have ever read.

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carry-on-my-jingle-butt:

thewaywardswagabond:

iamtonysexual:

Also
Can we all just take a second to appreciate this opening paragraph on my paper earlier this semester about my experience here at Tumblr omg

I wanna know how you continued from “one of the last place one would expect to have someone come up behind them and whisper, “How often do you masturbate.”

That is probably the best goddamn hook I have ever read.

POST THE REST I AM HOOKED

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ifuckedamillionaire:

thatscienceguy:

I’m sure everyone has heard about the great Lake Baikal, and if you haven’t,boy, are you missing out.
This ancient lake, which is about 25 million years old, and thought to be the oldest in the world, contains 20% of the world’s unfrozen fresh water. That’s right, it contains just 1% less fresh water than all the Great Lakes combined,while it’s surface area is over 7 times smaller.
Why is that, you ask? It’s because Lake Baikal is the deepest lake in the world: It’s maximum depth is 1642 meters, which is deep enough for the Eiffel Tower to stand on itself 5 times and not reach the surface.
But it gets better: the Lake Baikal is among the clearest lakes of the world, so you can see the bottom to a depth of nearly 40 meters, and you can drink right from it, no purifying needed. Furthermore, Lake Baikal sustains 2630 different species of animals and plants, 80% of which are unique to it, and can’t be found anywhere else.
Oh, and by the way? Under both the lake and it’s underwater sediment some of Earth’s tallest mountains(plural!) are submerged, their height over 7000 meters.
Lake Baikal is perhaps one of the world’s most amazing, awe-inspiring, and unique locations, and I would seriously recommend everybody who has some free time on their hands to discover more on their own.
P.S. Have I mentioned that when it freezes (fully, whoa!) it’s ice looks like this? And you can listen to some beautiful sounds you can make with it here!

whoa.

ifuckedamillionaire:

thatscienceguy:

I’m sure everyone has heard about the great Lake Baikal, and if you haven’t,boy, are you missing out.

This ancient lake, which is about 25 million years old, and thought to be the oldest in the world, contains 20% of the world’s unfrozen fresh water. That’s right, it contains just 1% less fresh water than all the Great Lakes combined,while it’s surface area is over 7 times smaller.

Why is that, you ask? It’s because Lake Baikal is the deepest lake in the world: It’s maximum depth is 1642 meters, which is deep enough for the Eiffel Tower to stand on itself 5 times and not reach the surface.

But it gets better: the Lake Baikal is among the clearest lakes of the world, so you can see the bottom to a depth of nearly 40 meters, and you can drink right from it, no purifying needed. Furthermore, Lake Baikal sustains 2630 different species of animals and plants, 80% of which are unique to it, and can’t be found anywhere else.

Oh, and by the way? Under both the lake and it’s underwater sediment some of Earth’s tallest mountains(plural!) are submerged, their height over 7000 meters.

Lake Baikal is perhaps one of the world’s most amazing, awe-inspiring, and unique locations, and I would seriously recommend everybody who has some free time on their hands to discover more on their own.

P.S. Have I mentioned that when it freezes (fully, whoa!) it’s ice looks like this? And you can listen to some beautiful sounds you can make with it here!

whoa.

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egg-rolls:

omg i was at starbucks and there was this girl and she had her hair in a bun and had a crop top with flowers on it and i hissed “hipster blog” and she turned around and snarled “fandom blog” and then we shook hands and exchanged urls her tumblr is pretty nice i dont see why there’s a rivalry we’re all wasting our lives on the same goddamn website

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e-zekiel:

okay so today I was at the mall and this girl walking in front of me and tripped and fell and instead of helping her up like a normal person would- I decided to make her feel less embarrassed and fall down too

but I guess another guy had the same idea because we fell at the same time

and then another person fell

and another

and suddenly I was lying in the middle of an impromptu fainting mob and a lot of people were shouting

and the girl who’d originally fallen looked so fucking happy

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dean-the-hug-monster:

I have a panic disorder. While having an attack one day, I called my boyfirend because I was scared. He hung up the phone as soon as I said that and was over in no time to comfort me.

He doesn’t have a car.

He lives 10 miles away.

He ran.

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imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

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delusioninabox:

Daily #207. Effort is not something that can be measured by outcome, but only by your own heart. That, at least, is what I believe.

This was actually the beginning and end to a longer piece I had written, but I cut out the entire middle - which was my personal experiences with school and competitions - because it was too difficult to draw, and also too long.

yep, pretty much. 

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estrellas-rojas-y-amarillas:

today in social studies we were talking about ships

and my teacher was like

“what makes ships sink?”

and some kid shouted

“when others ships have a canon”

and i realized

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