Barbara C💙🇺🇦🏝️

@pappybest I do that every night

Boring Sunday night. I may go to bed early and watch TV.

@CycloforumsPR We need rain here so bad

El modelo climatico CanSIPS actualizó a su corrida de Junio y no son buenas noticias en parte en cuanto a tener sequía en el Caribe y buenas noticias con la actividad ciclónica bajo lo normal pero siempre hay que estar preparados. #Itonlytakesone LMR x.com/AndyHazelton/s…

Life's better when someone's waiting for you like this

@MediawatchNw Glad you’re feeling better. The flu is very nasty this year.

Wow! Well, that was an awful experience I don't recommend. I've been in bed for the past two days. Finally coming back to life. Thanks for all the prayers and good vibes. They really helped. I'm going to take it easy for a while. Have a lovely Sunday.

@pappybest It’s a dog’s life lol

Lucy has such a rough life...

@Michaeljos92972 Social media is so cruel.

WHY by Michael Whelan It’s almost impossible to believe, but even now… after everything… I’m still getting trolled, attacked and abused daily on my new page that has 5,000 followers, not 35,500. Some of the abuse is done publicly. Most privately through DMs. And the question that keeps haunting me is painfully simple: Why? Why spend precious hours of your life trying to wound complete strangers who have done nothing except openly write about hope, love, mercy, caregiving, grief and survival? Why target people already carrying unbearable pain? Why mock cancer? Why mock hospice? Why mock death? Why mock a man simply trying to survive losing the woman he loved for decades? I will never understand that darkness in people. This time around I’ve had to become cautious about who I follow and trust. That saddens me more than people realize. The person who destroyed the account and community I spent nearly ten years building wasn’t some anonymous stranger hiding in the shadows. It was someone I trusted. Someone who asked me to help promote his podcast. I said yes because helping people is what I’ve always done. And somehow that kindness ended with my work, my platform and years of memories being ripped away overnight. And still the cruelty continues. One person recently wrote: “Rebecca isn’t dead. It’s all a scam for money.” Imagine reading those words after holding the hand of the love of your life as she took her final breath. Imagine surviving cancer, caregiving, hospice and overwhelming grief… only to have strangers mock your pain for sport. And maybe that’s the part I’ll never understand about the internet. Why are people so desperate to hurt innocent human beings who spend their days writing about hope, love, mercy and compassion? Maybe broken people sometimes resent kindness because it reminds them of what’s missing inside themselves. Maybe cruelty has simply become entertainment. Maybe the world has become so numb that empathy now looks suspicious. I honestly don’t know. What confuses me most is this: I don’t fight about politics. I don’t preach religion. I don’t attack people over their beliefs, identities or lifestyles. Almost everything I’ve written over these past eight years — nearly three million words freely given away — has been about one thing: Hope. Hope for the frightened cancer patient. Hope for the exhausted caregiver. Hope for the grieving widow or widower sitting alone in a silent house wondering how they’re supposed to keep going. Before the hack, my writing reached hundreds of thousands of people every week. The numbers were undeniable. Now the reach is a fraction of what it once was. The algorithms tell the story better than I ever could. And honestly, I don’t know how much longer a human heart can willingly walk into this kind of pain every day. It would break my heart to leave. But lately… it’s also breaking my heart to stay. To the real ones — the people who have held me up, defended me, encouraged me, cried with me and loved our family through the darkest chapter of our lives — thank you. You helped carry us when we no longer had the strength to carry ourselves. And maybe that’s the part the trolls will never understand. When Rebecca died, I didn’t lose a character in a story. I lost the only person who ever truly knew every broken piece of me… and stayed anyway. So when strangers call her death a scam, or mock my grief for entertainment, they aren’t attacking a social media account. They’re walking through the ashes of my life with muddy shoes. And some nights, after the comments stop and the house goes silent, I sit in the dark beside her urn and honestly wonder how much more of this my heart can survive.

@gggirl924 I think Netanyahu wanted this war, and no one would listen to him until Donald Trump. And I think he blackmailed Donald Trump because of the Epstein files. Call me paranoid.

I can’t help but wonder if maybe just maybe there was someone else pushing for this war. Could it be the guy that makes electric cars wanting to drive gas prices up influencing Donald also🤔🥴

@wiseunclebuck I can’t watch the news anymore.

wanted some background noise and turned on MSNOW………….. flip it over to CNN. Same shit. Obvious, disproven lies and lies about the lies. at least nine minutes they allowed him to blubber on. They are giving him free propaganda airtime. Sorry for my infantryman’s mouth…

@toddthesnakeman I am so sorry. What a terrible tragedy.

Unfortunately, at least five people passed away in the explosion with multiple injuries. My friend was one of the ones that has died. The problem is the chemicals have destroyed their body so much they have to determine who they are by dental records.

Probably not too many people will see this since I'm Shadow banned. And you have to watch the video carefully. But this is what my door cam picked up running down my driveway.

@Michaeljos92972 That is just wonderful

PAYING IT FORWARD. by Michael Whelan Yesterday the doctor, nurse, social worker and chaplain from hospice came by to check on me. They’ve continued doing that ever since Rebecca died. But yesterday felt different. I live near SeaWorld in Orlando, and they shared something that stunned me. Within just a 7.1 mile radius of my home, there are currently 61 people in home hospice care. Sixty-one souls. Behind each closed door is a family trying to hold itself together. A husband helping his wife breathe easier. A wife learning how to lift the man she loves. Sons. Daughters. Caregivers quietly carrying exhaustion, fear and heartbreak while still finding the strength to whisper, “I’m here.” We never truly know what someone is going through. That’s why kindness matters. Compassion matters. Mercy matters. Then the conversation turned deeply personal. The doctor and my nurse told me that in their combined 15 years working hospice, they had never seen someone care for their spouse the way I cared for Rebecca. They said I had everything down to a science. Medications. Positioning. Comfort. Schedules. Emergencies. Advocacy. Love. The truth is… it almost cost me my own life. But Rebecca was the love of my life, and I would have walked through fire for her. Then they asked me something I never expected. Would I be willing to spend 1-2 days a month helping teach and support caregivers throughout our area? It didn’t take me long to answer. YES. Starting next month, I’ll be doing my best to help other caregivers and families navigate one of the hardest journeys life can place in front of us. I consider it an honor. I consider it a privilege. In life, we must always pay it forward. And sometimes the deepest pain we survive becomes the very thing that allows us to help someone else survive theirs.

Pig's favorite day of the week..🐷😍

@Yoda4ever I love pigs!

Keep trying and you will be successful lol

@MeghanMcCain You are a mean spiteful person.

You have been in office since I was 17 years old. Your career is nothing more than failed impeachments. The day you leave office everyone will immediately forget you ever existed. You inspire no one. Stand for nothing - and have no influence outside of the msnow greenroom.

@Marilyn05123210 I love this picture. The colors, the peacefulness and of course the cat. Thank you, Marilyn.

Friends….This adorable kitten and I are wishing you a peaceful evening and a good night’s rest.🙏🌻🫶🏻

I am shadow banned, I believe. very few people see my posts. Just in case someone needs something to smile about today, I am posting this.

@RHughesPhD76721 That’s what I’ve been suffering from all these years. emotional turmoil from that damn movie. That explains a lot of things lol

The following is not for the faint of heart. Sweet cuisine served from Bette to Joan. Weren't we just speaking about this the other day? I know some of you were affected long ago and I would love to help you with your trauma but I'm afraid I'm inflicting it. 😂 The following friends are still processing emotional turmoil from 1962. @Amarach41208783 @MargaretAnscom6 @maryannwrites @jollie20015 @PuebloPicasso @eeone @rosalindprestag @RosemaryPStagg @OvariesRotten @LsCastine @barcann @Yankygirlintx @Wetaskijen

Dog loves his donkey friends..🐕🐾🐴

Not a care in the world..🐕🐾😅