Victoria L. Carson

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Victoria L. Carson

Victoria L. Carson

@VictoriaLCarso1

Christian leader, Bible Study teacher, Evangelist, & past TV & Theater actor

Newport Beach, CA Beigetreten Mart 2017
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Eman
Eman@Eman5695·
I sewed a dress from my father's shirts for prom in his honor — my classmates laughed, but then the principal took the microphone, and the entire room fell silent. My mom di:ed during childbirth. After that, it was just my dad and me. He packed my lunches, made pancakes every Sunday, and learned how to braid my hair by watching YouTube videos. Last year, he was diagnosed with cancer. He had always dreamed of seeing me graduate from high school. But that never happened. A few months before prom, he passed away. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces. I moved in with my aunt. While the other girls at school were choosing designer dresses for prom, I realized I wanted something different. I remember how my dad wore shirts to work every single day. We used to joke that his closet was full of nothing but shirts. I opened the box with his belongings and decided to sew a dress from his shirts — in his honor. So I sat down and started sewing. My aunt helped me sometimes. When I finished the dress and looked at myself in the mirror, I felt like he was right there beside me again. So I went to prom wearing that dress, proud of it. When I walked into the hall, my classmates stared and started whispering. One girl shouted: ""IS THAT DRESS MADE FROM OUR JANITOR'S RAGS?"" A guy next to her yelled: ""IS THAT WHAT YOU WEAR WHEN YOU CAN'T AFFORD A REAL DRESS?"" My face burned. Several classmates stepped away and laughed. I stood there wishing the ground would swallow me whole. Someone in the crowd shouted again that my dress was disgusting. My eyes filled with tears. Then the school principal, Mr. Bradley, suddenly stopped the music. A sharp silence fell over the room. He stepped up to the microphone and said: ""Before we continue the celebration, there's something important I need to say."" He hadn't even finished speaking when the laughter faded and shock spread across their faces.
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Michelle Maxwell ™
Michelle Maxwell ™@MichelleMaxwell·
How come no other Administration thought to do this for Foster Kids? MELANIA TRUMP UNVEILS SAVINGS ACCOUNTS FOR FOSTER CHILDREN First Lady Melania Trump announced a new initiative to help foster children build a stronger financial future. “For the first time, children in foster care will have access to a dedicated savings and investment vehicle: Fostering the Future Accounts,” she said. “Fostering the Future Accounts give foster children the same chance for asset ownership and long-term wealth building as every other American child. By investing in our foster youth now, we help strengthen America’s workforce, communities, and economic future.” This is exactly the kind of thing that can change lives. Foster children deserve stability, opportunity, support, and a real path toward independence. And one thing is clear: Melania Trump has consistently used her platform to help America’s youth, especially foster children, have a better chance to succeed and flourish in life. God bless every child in foster care. May they know they are seen, valued, loved, and never forgotten.
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Mike Netter
Mike Netter@nettermike·
The hardware store closes at 6PM.. It's 5:58 when a kid walks in. The kid can't be more than sixteen. Soaking wet and shaking from the rain... "We're closing." Tom says. "Please. I just need a lock. For a door." Something in the kid's voice. Terror. Desperation. "What kind of lock?" "I don't know. Just one that keeps people out." The kid's got a black eye. Fresh. The kind that's still swelling. Tom doesn't ask. Just walks to aisle seven. Shows him the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one, $8.99. "That one's garbage," Tom says, "Won't stop anyone determined." He hands him a deadbolt. Heavy duty. $34.99. The kid's face crumbles. "I only have twelve dollars." They stand there. Store empty except for them. Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. "Twelve dollars." "But," "Sale price. Today only." The kid knows there's no sale. Knows this old man is lying. Tries not to cry and fails. Tom bags it. Adds a screwdriver. Free. "You know how to install it?" The kid shakes his head... They drive in Tom's truck. Don't talk. The kid directs him to a rundown duplex on the east side.   Upstairs apartment. Door frame cracked. Old lock broken, hanging loose. Tom installs the deadbolt. Takes him fifteen minutes. Tests it. Solid. Hands the kid both keys. "Someone tries to get in, you call 911. You hear me?" The kid nods. Tom's halfway to his truck when he hears it, "Why?" He turns around. The kid's standing in the doorway, backlit, holding those keys like they're made of gold. "Why did you help me?" Tom thinks about his own son. Twenty years ago. Different city. Same desperate eyes. Didn't make it. "Because you asked," Tom says simply. He drives home. Doesn't tell his wife. Doesn't think much about it. Three weeks pass. A woman comes into the store. Tired eyes but smiling. "Are you Tom?" "Yes, Ma'am." "My son told me about you. The lock you sold him." She's crying now. "His father, my ex-husband, he's not a good man. That lock kept us safe until I could get the restraining order. Until we could breathe." She hands Tom an envelope. "It's not much. But it's the thirty dollars we owed you, plus a little more." Tom tries to refuse. She won't let him. "You didn't just sell him a lock," she says. "You saw him. You saw us. When we were invisible." After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid: "Installed three more locks for neighbors who needed them. Taught myself how... "Going to trade school next year. Maybe I'll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you. -Marcus" Tom's manager notices him crying by the register. "You okay?" "Yeah," Tom says. "Just... yeah." That night, Tom stayed two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten. In case someone walks in at 5:58PM. Soaking wet. Desperate. Needing more than just a lock. Tom learned something. The last customer of the day may be the most important one we ever serve.
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Spencer Pratt just BROKE the internet! Spencer said he REFUSES to concede & will fight the Los Angeles Mayor Results in court! Do you still support Spencer?
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