Michelle Duffey
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Michelle Duffey
@Mickyduf
My dream- Stop the limited minded from limiting the ppl. they perceive as disabled. Help the unchallenged see beyond the disability 2 the true ability.
Katılım Haziran 2014
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@Letty69033728 I’ve seen too many things change after prayer to ever doubt God is real. Some situations only make sense because God stepped in.
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@MattALeffler1 @Barron_tump Family
The FLOTUS is an exemplary example of how to be a SELF-MADE Business woman while STILL being a devoted wife & mom. The list could continue but lets take it in bite size portions shall we?
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@Mickyduf @Barron_tump You still avoided my question, what has she done besides give Michelle Obama’s speech word for word
like it was her own?
Or wearing a jacket that says she doesn’t care?
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@MattALeffler1 @Barron_tump You obviously missed the answer 😀. So let me repeat myself again in bullet pts to make it easier.
1) The FLOTUS is helping empower young women
2) The FLOTUS sets an incredible example of how to conduct yourself with grace & beauty despite pack wolves seeking to destroy her
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@Ruby_331 Couldn't you look like you have that same fighter spirit to kick off the trash & neg. Trash attached to your Can,Do, Could, Would won!!! You've got this Lil' Man!!!
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@Ruby_331 YOU are a warrior lil man. I am sure you will do amazing things!!! Please remember something it took me liturgy decades to learn. Different is NOT damaged. The only limitations you have are the ones you allow to limit you! I was told throughout my life I Can't,won't ,wouldn't
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@Michaeljos92972 Story is, you dont know what she is going through. Pick up your big girl panties, straighten your crown & pray for her. Best advice I ever received. So I lovingly say to you Do NOT allow the darkness or limited dim or limit your radiant light it took me decades to learn that
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THE WORLD CAN BE CRUEL.
by Michael Whelan
Michael sat alone on the patio beneath the dim yellow porch light, his phone trembling in his hand. Tears rolled down his face as the Florida night wrapped around him. Another heartbreaking call. Another caregiver at the end of their rope. Another exhausted soul whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Then came the soft patter of tiny paws.
Peanut bounded through the sliding glass door, leapt onto Michael’s shoulder, and immediately froze.
“Daddy?” he whispered. “Why are your eyes raining again?”
Michael tried to answer, but emotion crushed the words before they could escape.
“I’m just tired, little man.”
Peanut tilted his head. “No. This is the deep sad.”
Bella, Bambi, Winston, and Penny slowly gathered around Michael like tiny guardians surrounding someone wounded.
Peanut gently touched Michael’s cheek.
“Tell me.”
Michael stared into the darkness.
“You know that thing called Twitter?”
Peanut blinked. “The place where humans yell at each other all day?”
Even through tears, Michael laughed softly.
“Pretty much.”
“Why do you go there then?”
“Because buried inside all that noise are hurting people,” Michael whispered. “Caregivers. Cancer patients. People who just lost the love of their life like your mommy. There are a lot of Rebeccas out there, Peanut… and families trying desperately to save them.”
Peanut listened carefully.
“I’ve written almost four million words trying to help people. Most writers charge subscriptions or put their work behind paywalls. I never charged a penny. I just wrote.”
Bella rested her head on Michael’s knee.
“And most people who follow me are beautiful human beings,” Michael continued. “They carried me through cancer… through Rebecca’s illness… through losing her. Some nights their kindness is the only thing keeping me going.”
His voice cracked.
“But sometimes with the good comes the cruel.”
“How do they find you?” Peanut asked.
Michael shook his head.
“I honestly don’t know.”
“You help people every day,” Peanut whispered. “Even when you’re hurting. Why would anyone want to hurt you?”
Michael stared silently into the night.
Then he shrugged.
A tired, broken shrug.
“They blamed me when my page got hacked the day after Rebecca died. Eight years… just gone.”
Silence settled over the patio.
Finally Winston spoke softly from the doorway.
“Most humans couldn’t write one honest paragraph about their pain.”
Penny nodded.
“And you wrote four million words trying to heal theirs.”
Michael’s tears fell harder.
“I just wanted people to feel less alone.”
Peanut wrapped himself around Michael’s neck.
“You did, daddy,” he whispered. “You still do.”
The wind moved softly through the patio screens as Rebecca’s wind chimes sang somewhere inside the house.
Peanut pressed his forehead against Michael’s.
“You spent your life teaching strangers how to survive pain,” he whispered. “But Rebecca spent her life trying to teach you that your own heart mattered too.”
And there on that little patio sat the only souls still refusing to let Michael carry his grief alone.
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@Michaeljos92972 Ok, I gave her my auto response Im fine, she called me out & said "No your not,why are you crying? I can hear you. I told her & she said & I quote Michelle put your big girl panties on, not everyone is going to like your book that doesnt mean its not good! You dont know what her
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@Michaeljos92972 Only bad review I had 4 five star review but what one did I focus on? You prob. ?'d the 1 neg. One. I am abundantly blessed to have amazing friends this one colleague called me @ a time I thought it was safe to cry she called. I call that define intervention she asked if I was
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@Michaeljos92972 It though, do you know why I didnt readily share what you so eloquently did, as if you were taking the words right out of my mouth & mind? Again, I didnt want to listen to others commentary of what they felt they had the right to offer commentary to. I remember the time I got my
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@Michaeljos92972 Michael do you know why I never promoted my book? I didn't want to hear the commentary of ppl assessing the trauma and pain I walked through. Yet, I had to keep a promise to a very dear friend and colleague who made me promise 2 write it & so I did. I never promised 2 promote
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@Keanureve1841C Determined until the end. I am abundantly thankful for our story. Its not goodbye its until we meet again. True love never dies.
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