Jean Velez
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MY WIFE KEEPS PAYING FOR GMAIL STORAGE.
I told her to do this before.
She went from 14.9/15 GB to 6 GB in a single afternoon.
I hope this helps you ↓
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Someone convince me I should drive out to Indy for one night after the women’s game tonight please #UConn
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Silas Demary Jr is going to be overlooked because of the Mullins game winning three.
But his two threes down the stretch and game winning steal are the only reason UConn even had a chance to win this game.
Unbelievable.
@silas_demaryjr
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I’m not crying, you’re crying! 😭
This is what it’s all about 🫶🏽
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@hblethh__ You should be sitting next to coach during postgame today! Awesome job!
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4 days after the Bad Bunny halftime show….
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I just learned more about steel drums in 3min than all my life
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@charise_lee In CT that mislabeled item would be free under the consumer commodities law that we have in place to protect the consumer from unfair pricing practices by retailers
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Class action lawsuit‼️
They’re ripping EVERYBODY off‼️
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@HumanityChad Imagine the cop forgot it at home! He would’ve been so devastated. He would break down so bad and cry. Probably just retire on the spot. 😭😂
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Cops save choking four year old boy using a special device called Lifevac. Kid gives a hug ❤️
The officer bought the device personally with his own money for times like this.
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Big non-scale victory for me today. I went over to a trail this morning and walked 2 miles for the first time in over 3 years. This was a goal I set for myself to do by the end of the year. I hope to complete a 5K sometime in the future.
Just another step on my health journey.
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"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
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A MONSTER Happy Birthday to this now 23yr old youngster who has since grown into the most decorated @UConnMBB player of all time!!! A leader on and more importantly off the court. We Love You So Much Brother and Enjoy Your Special Day @AlexKaraban !!!!!!
#UConn !!!!!!!!
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CALL IT NOW: Who is your early pick to win the 2026 women’s college basketball national championship? 👀🍿✨
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