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Tell us your stories! (Patreon)

Published:
2020-06-05 22:02:08
Edited:
2020-06-06 16:10:35
Imported:
2021-06

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EDIT - ATTENTION: We are moving the livestream to tomorrow (Sunday) instead, because Kat is not feeling well this evening, unfortunately. On the bright side, you then have an extra day to send us your positive stories and so on - if you want to, of course. We can't wait to talk to you all and read your stories! 😄 


Hi, all you wonderful people.  

I (Kat) am sorry for the short notice, but for the livestream tomorrow (about "all things good and wonderful") we would LOVE to hear from and share some of you guys' stories.
We would like to know:  

- Stories about what good deeds or positive, happy things others have done/do for you.
- Stories about what good deeds or positive, happy things someone you know or heard of has done/does for others.
- Stories about what good deeds or positive, happy things you have done/do for others.
- Stories about what good deeds or positive, happy things you have done/do for yourself.
- ANYTHING that is happy, cheerful, positive, heartwarming and that restores your faith in humanity.  

Thank you ❤️
We are looking forward to hearing from you!  

Big, socially distant hugs and all the love in the world,
Kat & Sonny

Comments

Peadar O'Ruadhán

Does subscribing to your youtube channel count :D

Anonymous

I live near a major city in the States so the existential dread is kind of unavoidable at this point 😅 However, one thing that really turns the dread into hope for me is what SpaceX has been working on. Watching this video on occasion does a lot to uplift me https://youtu.be/sX1Y2JMK6g8 I guess I’m a nerd 😂 but to me it’s like watching the Pyramids being built at timelapse speed right in front of me. Truly awe inspiring and humbling.

Anonymous

My car required two fixes, one was for the A/C system and the other was a malfunction with my front parking sensors. The A/C technician gave me a nice surprising discount since it was the first days back from the complete lockdown, and the second guy did not charge me at all (he knew my dad from years back, but still I wasn't expecting to get a free pass or anything especially after quarantine and all the economic implications) and he just said send my love to everyone. Another friend whos an IT guy helped me fixed up my PC without requesting anything for his time even though he had lost his job during the pandemic, so now I'm trying to help him secure a small IT project with a local business I work with. Through one of our local churches, plenty people including myself help support the establishment of a small village in Tanzania which houses orphans, have offered financial help to help build houses, a school, a small church , as well as vegetable and fruit fields. The orphans are being taken care off by people volunteering in rotated groups throughout the year, so there's nurses, teachers, building workers, carers, missionary workers, farm workers etc and to close off the post, I help our local stray cats, and take care of a small cat colony with food and basic medication as well as neutering cats that I am able to become friends with, and made a deal with a local vet to get the surgeries done are a cheaper rate in order to promote more people to take their cats and help control the overpopulation problem we have.

DaftBasterd

When I was growing up, it was just me and my Mom. I was a "latchkey kid", (a kid who was given a house key because their parents weren't home oftentimes when coming home from school because of being a single parent forced to work so many hours to make up for the lack of two incomes). I didn't really have a father figure when I was growing up and my Mom tried many methods of trying to find one. I was in the Big Brother program, I stayed after school with lots of friends, I had a babysitter who welcomed me as part of their family, everything. None of that had as big of an impact as my next door neighbor, Bob. Bob was never married, like my mom, and had no children of his own and he was about 40 years older than my Mom (around 65 or so I believe). He looked after me and took care of me as if I were his own. He cooked me dinner when my mom couldn't come home early enough, he bought me my first game console, SNES, played army men with me, took me to get Pokemon cards and Pogs when those were the latest craze, he took me to McDonald's, he showed me wonderful old tv shows, etc. He showed me what it was like to be a man, how to tie a tie, how to treat women and other people of all races and colors, yet I never saw him hang out with anyone else, he always had time for me. Eventually, I got older, my mom got a better job, and I became a busy pre-teen with cool new friends and too busy for Bob. Then I got a phone call from Bob one day and he wanted to tell me he loved me and he hoped that he did right by me and to be a good kid. Me, being a pre-teen, just assumed he was being nice ol' Bob and I told him I loved him too. A few days later, my Mom was crying and took me out of school for the day. She told me Bob passed away peacefully of natural causes and the funeral would be next week. It was like he knew his time as an angel on Earth was almost up. I wept for several days, it the first adult role model that I had constantly been around and he taught me everything, it was like losing a father. As I said, I never saw him with any other people his age and he always had time for me, other than the occasional golf trip out of state. We went to the funeral and, to my surprise, there were over 200 people there for Bob. He served in the Marines in the Vietnam War and the Korean War. I had no idea, other than a few pictures by his bed of some old friends in uniform. He was a highly decorated Marine and was well loved by so many people who told me such wonderful stories of Bob and his contribution to the betterment of their lives, much like my own. Bob never asked for praise and he never bragged about anything. He just wanted other people to be loved like he felt the love for them and I'll never forget him and his brown La-z-Boy recliner and velveeta dinners. I wish there were more people, especially father figures, like Bob. It's because of him, that I cannot wait to be a father so I can instill the same morals and love that Bob gave me for so many years in the most crucial years of my life.

Anonymous

I don't really have a personal one, but I want to say how great this community is you guys have built. It's a really wholesome and warm place with a lot of people I really like spending time with. All the things you do give me something to look forward to all the time and I think that is something great, especially when we think about the current state of the world. So, yeah... My positive, happy thing is everything you guys do for us and the community you have built for us.

Peadar O'Ruadhán

@Kat & Sonny I was out in Dublin on night & saw some lad with his shirt torn off being thrown out of a fastfood place and being bit abusive towards the bouncer, with a very strong working class accent @Kat & Sonny I assumed the lad was some sort of scumbag etc. But the lad turned away and was starting to walk away from the scene. And the bouncer yelled at him 'Yeah walk away you f*g'. @Kat & Sonny The lad turned around very agitated, and I thought it was going to kick off again. And the lad yelled back 'Hey mate, its its 2018, what's with the f***ing homophobia!' Taught me not judge a person and their motivations superficially

DrEEsky

Maybe I missed the live stream but here is my story. I spent my first year as a resident at Montefiore hospital in the Bronx. I took care of many HIVAIDS patients and learned a lot about AIDS and opportunistic infections. During 1996 the first protease inhibitor was released and essentially turned AIDS into a chronic illness instead of a death sentence. It was truly like a miracle had happened because between first and second year residency all the sick and dying HIV patients disappeared and no longer were coming in to die in the hospital. (Just as a comparison to COVID19, the first protease inhibitor Crixivan, took 15 YEARS to develop. ) Anyhow, skip ahead about 10 years and I am leading a trip to Malawi with an Episcopal priest and several people from my local church in Bronxville NY to visit villages, learn about projects and find projects to fund. We were spending a day with a group of nuns in Western Malawi in a place called Mjingi. I asked the nuns to take us to a village so that my travelers could see how the people actually lived their lives. We went to one of the nearby villages and our guide took us to a hut where a woman was suffering from HIV AIDS. She was sitting in a tiny dark hut, two rooms, sitting up against the mud wall of the hut and gasping for air. Lets call her Jayann. Jayann had 4 or 5 children depending on her, her husband had left her because of her infection. She had an opportunistic infection but she had been tested for TB which was negative. She had been treated for PCP but that didn't help. I went into the hut and looked at her and my friend the Episcopal priest held her hand and said a prayer for her. Because of my training in the Bronx I was able to piece together her symptoms and determine what she might have.

DrEEsky

Sorry, that wasnt the end! I felt that with her spiking fever and non response to the other treatments she most likely had MAI (or mycobacterium avium intracellulare) We saw a lot of patients in the US with this and we knew how to treat it. As we were all gathering to leave the nuns and the convent, I went to all of my travelers and gathered Malawi Kwatcha from them that they could spare. As our driver was set to go, I asked to see Sister Agnes my friend at the last minute so she could not refuse us. I pressed the money into her hand and a piece of paper with the prescription on it. I told her, buy Azithromax with this money, and give it to Jayann every day for 3 months, 6 months would be better. And then we drove away. The following year (2008) I returned to St Josephs in Mjingi with a different group of travelers. One of the nuns found me and told me someone wanted to see me. I went to the courtyard and there was Jayann, she had walked from the village to see me because she had heard the American Doctor was visiting. She wanted to thank me for saving her life!! She was able to return to work and care for her children and she was now on antiretrovirals to treat her HIV. I will never forget that moment seeing that woman appearing so healthy when a year before she looked like she was about to die. I hope that is a good happy story for you. There is always hope when we all work together to make the world a better place. Thanks!!

Sonny Mike Olsen
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Sweet Etta! You are such a compassionate soul! Thank you so much for being so amazing and taking care of that woman, especially since it seems like everyone had given up on her. You are truly inspiring, thank you and bless your wonderful heart ❤️