Bernie

@bayou_barry 😊😊

@Bernie70025544 ☺️TY Ms. B, have a great evening! 🙏

@dutchmanii1 HERO!🙏🙏💙💙💔

May God rest his soul and comfort his love ones.

Bionca Ellis will rot in prison for the rest of her life. No parole, no more freedom for this animal. Justice is served for Julian Wood.

@wweisawesome123 God bless you Ben!!! 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😊😊❤️

Hi, my name is Ben. I have autism and was diagnosed at the age of five. By nineteen, both of my parents had passed away. I’ve been through bullying, grief, and moments where I nearly gave up. But I’m still here. I chose to turn the negatives in my life into positives.

Richard David Potcner Jr came early. He is in NICU fighting off neonatal sepsis. Please Pray for him. Thank you!🙏

Abscheuliches Monster-Verbrechen in England. Ein schwules Paar adoptiert den neun Monate alten Preston Davey – vier Monate später ist der Junge tot. Die beiden Männer (37 und 32) bringen ihn bewusstlos ins Krankenhaus und behaupten, er sei in der Badewanne ertrunken. Die Obduktion enthüllt das Grauen: Kein Wasser in den Lungen. Stattdessen rund 40 Verletzungen – Blutergüsse, Bissspuren, gebrochener Arm, Erstickungsspuren und eindeutige Hinweise auf sexuelle Gewalt. Auf ihren Handys fanden Ermittler Fotos und Videos der Missbrauchstaten. Das, was für das Kind ein Neuanfang sein sollte, endete als Folter-Hölle. Solche Bestien gehören nicht in den Knast – sie gehören weg. Wer Kinder so quält und tötet, hat jedes Recht auf Leben verwirkt. Die naive „Regenbogen-Familien"-Ideologie hat wieder ein Kind das Leben gekostet. Kindeswohl muss immer vor Erwachsenenwünschen stehen.

My wife passed away in September of 2025. Thirty-four years together, and then suddenly… silence. People talk about grief like it arrives in dramatic waves, but for me it was quieter than that. It was the sound of only one coffee cup being taken from the cabinet in the morning. It was half the bed staying untouched every night. It was catching myself turning to say something in the kitchen before remembering there was nobody there to answer anymore. The house didn’t just feel lonely after she died. It felt abandoned. My daughter kept telling me I needed company. Someone to care for. Something alive inside the house besides me. I brushed it off every time. I told her I was fine. Truthfully, I spent most evenings sitting in the dark with the television on low volume just to make the rooms feel less empty. Then on February 7th, 2026, I drove to the county animal shelter. I didn’t go there planning to adopt anything. I just needed somewhere to go besides home. It was cold that afternoon, gray skies and freezing rain tapping against the shelter windows. I remember walking slowly past rows of barking dogs while volunteers apologized for the noise. Then I reached the last kennel in the puppy room. And that’s where I saw them. Two black Great Dane puppies curled tightly together on a blanket in the corner. They couldn’t have been more than four months old, but even then their paws already looked enormous. One had a tiny white patch on his chest shaped almost like a crooked star. The other had soft gray eyes that followed every movement nervously from the back of the kennel. What struck me most was how close they stayed to each other. Every time someone approached the kennel, the smaller puppy would press against his brother like he was searching for reassurance. And every time the nervous one flinched at loud barking nearby, the other puppy leaned against him immediately. A volunteer named Melissa walked over beside me and quietly said, “Those two came in together almost three months ago.” I asked what their story was. She explained that their owner had passed away unexpectedly just before Christmas. The man had bred Great Danes for years, but these two puppies were the last litter he ever had. After he died, there was no family willing to take them, and the rescue groups nearby were already overwhelmed after the holidays. Most adopters only wanted one puppy. But separating these two had become impossible. “They panic when they’re apart,” Melissa told me gently. “We tried once during a medical exam. Both of them cried nonstop until they were reunited.” I crouched down outside the kennel. The larger puppy slowly walked over first, clumsy oversized paws sliding slightly against the concrete floor. Then the second puppy followed immediately behind him, almost hiding against his side. Neither barked. The larger one pressed his nose carefully against the kennel door while the smaller puppy simply sat beside him watching me with uncertain eyes. And for the first time in months, something inside my chest shifted. I asked what their names were. “Onyx and Shadow,” she said. I smiled before I could stop myself. Melissa explained that interest in adopting them had slowed almost completely because Great Danes grow massive, and most people weren’t willing to take on two giant dogs at once. Puppies usually found homes quickly, but bonded pairs were harder. Especially large breeds. I watched Onyx lower himself awkwardly onto the blanket before Shadow immediately curled against his side without hesitation. It reminded me painfully of something. Of what it feels like to spend your whole life beside someone until being apart no longer makes sense. Melissa eventually asked softly, “Would you like to meet them?” I said yes before my brain had time to catch up. The moment they entered the visitation room, everything changed. Onyx walked directly over and dropped his giant head into my lap like he had already decided I belonged to him. Shadow stayed slightly behind at first, nervous and cautious, until I reached my hand toward him. Then he moved closer too. Within minutes, both puppies were sprawled across my feet like they’d known me forever. And for the first time since losing my wife, the silence in my life didn’t feel quite so heavy. I asked about the adoption fee. Melissa hesitated before saying, “Honestly, we’d just be grateful to keep them together.” I looked down at the two black puppies leaning against my legs. And suddenly the thought of returning to an empty house without them felt unbearable. So I said, “I’ll take both.” Melissa blinked in surprise. “Both?” she asked again. I nodded. “Some things in this world just aren’t meant to be separated.” That was five months ago. Today, Onyx weighs 112 pounds and still thinks he’s small enough to climb into my lap. Shadow follows me from room to room like a shadow in the literal sense, always close enough to touch my leg with his nose. The house that once felt hollow is loud again. There are giant paws sliding across hardwood floors. Toys scattered across the living room. Deep sleepy sighs at the foot of my bed. Morning walks. Wet noses. Two enormous dogs waiting at the front window every afternoon like I’ve been gone for years even if I only checked the mail. And somehow, without meaning to, those puppies brought life back into a home that grief had emptied. They lost the person who was supposed to love them forever. I lost mine too. But somewhere between all that heartbreak and loneliness, three grieving souls found each other. And together, we became a family again.

If you are an American citizen and you have a job, YOU are paying for these people to live here! This has got to stop! 🚫 Send these people back to where they came from!

@Dainallves A 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻🙏🐾🐾

TEXAS GOVERNOR SIGNS BILL PROTECTING DOGS FROM BEING CHAINED OUTDOORS IN EXTREME TEMPERATURES. DO YOU SUPPORT THIS?💌💬👈 A. Yes 👍 B. No 👎

@awkwardgoogle Recall this judge!!! Unbelievable, terrible!!!!!

A father threw a chair at a judge after the driver who killed his daughter and her grandparents was sentenced to only 120 hours of Community service

WE REMEMBER: Officer Tanja King, who tragically lost her life in a crash on May 18th, 2000, while responding to a call for help. Her dedication and service to the City of Orlando will never be forgotten.

@Geniustechw Justified!!!!!!!💙🙏💙🙏💙🙏💙BACK the BLUE!

Man violently resists arrest during a traffic stop. Two troopers don't hold back and BODYSLAM him straight to the ground. Was this justified or excessive force?

Keep fighting hero! 🖤🙏💙🙏🖤 STOP SHOOTING MY POLICE OFFICERS!!!

@Janettorello107 So sad!!!✝️✝️✝️✝️🙏

I don't have many followers and most of them are probably bots but I'm asking for prayers for my nephew. His name is Joe. He was hit by a car while skateboarding. He's been intubated and air lifted to the trauma center. If anyone sees this, please pray for him.