getting a handle on making gifs! here’s zanella. (x)
reminiscing… Refrain, back when my hair was too short to live with it
Aaron Paul being confused by fashion
NHL stars test their spelling skills of fellow hockey players’ names.
So, we’ll start with the wages issue. Currently as I work for a private company I make above minimum wage in Massachusetts. But I’m going to tell you right now I know I don’t get paid enough for what I do.
If I hear one more stuck up human being that claims working retail during Christmas is more intense than my day in, day out routine I’m going to end up in the IPU of Arbor Fuller. Because I worked in retail for two years. And I did not worry about being bitten by my customers, being clocked in the face, or my customers’ dying in my care. I didn’t worry that my customer may have not made it through the night after they left my care.
On a good day, none of my patients weigh 400 pounds or above. On a good day, we don’t have lift those patients down 4 flights of stairs (EMS rule of thumb, the bigger they are, the higher floor they’re on). On a good day we don’t have to transport someone who knows they’re dying and really can’t do a thing for them. On a good day we don’t have to try to pick up the pieces of someone who wraps their car around a tree.
But the reality is, not all of my days are good. Most aren’t. Sometimes the reality hits me and my dark sense of humor isn’t there to stop it. And I still go to work every day because the difference I make matters. Maybe not globally, but personally to these people it does. And I love the days, good or bad.
I understand the cost of living is tough. But a job that requires no school and little training really doesn’t deserve a wage that my boss doesn’t believe I deserve. If you don’t like your job, change it. Do what it takes. Own it. I’m not complaining about my job in the slightest. I may complain about parts of it, but not the job itself. But I will not get behind strikes for higher wages for minimum wage jobs when I don’t have the time to even consider doing such a thing. Because while you’re bitching about your shitty job, I’m too busy saving lives for the same shitty wage.
An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose
The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.
I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me
with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.
She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”
“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”
as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and
she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was
introduced and stepped up to the podium.
As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell
you what I know.”
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop
playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.
You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.
If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.
Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those
She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s
never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!
These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS
We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.
this is the best thing I have ever read in my life
oh my god
nope - not crying - must be raining inside.
this might go over the heads of some of the kids on here.
did you just
This is the greatest post I have ever seen because it is both a pun and a harsh truth.
I showed this to my 11 year old brother and asked him if he knew what it was. He looked at it for a few seconds and said
"I dunno. a printer?"