Sharon Krueger

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In Nazaré, Portugal, surfer Sebastian Steudtner rode a 26.2-meter wave, setting a new world record for big wave surfing. An unbelievable feat!

Today is the quietest day of the Christian calendar. No triumphant entry. No resurrection announcement. Just a sealed tomb, a grieving handful of followers, and a silence that must have felt like the end of everything. But heaven was not silent. The cross was not an accident. It was not a tragedy God scrambled to redeem. It was love — deliberate, costly, personal. He gave His Son knowing exactly what it would require. And He did it anyway. For you. "But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us." — Romans 5:8 In the silence of this day between Friday and Sunday, there is an invitation — not to rush ahead to the empty tomb, but to let the weight of the cross settle in. To sit with the question: do you actually believe He did this for you? Not for humanity in the abstract. For you, by name, in full knowledge of your story. Maybe today is the day that finally lands.

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Anonymous I teach piano out of my living room. Small studio. Mostly kids. This boy showed up for a trial lesson. Nine years old. Foster kid. Social worker brought him. “He’s obsessed with piano but the family can’t afford lessons. Can you help?” Looked at his face. Pure hope in his eyes. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Kid was gifted. Natural talent. Took him on. Told the social worker I had a scholarship fund. Didn’t. Was teaching him free. Taught him twice a week for three years. Never charged a dime. He progressed fast. Really fast. Then he got moved. New foster home. Different town. Forty minutes away. Tuesday he didn’t show up. Called the social worker. “He’s too far now. No way to get him there.” Started driving to him instead. Every Tuesday and Thursday. Eighty-minute round trip. His new foster mom was shocked. “You’re doing this for free and driving here?” “He’s got a gift. I’m just helping him find it.” Two years later he got a full scholarship to a music conservatory. At his acceptance ceremony he played a piece he’d written. Called it “Tuesday.” Dedicated it to me. “For the teacher who drove forty minutes each way because she believed in me.” He’s nineteen now. Teaches piano to foster kids every weekend. Fourteen students. All free. Came to visit last month. Brought one of his students. Shy girl. Eight years old. “This is Mrs. Anderson. She taught me that talent matters more than money.” The girl sat at my piano. Played a scale. Perfect. Sometimes Tuesday nights change everything....

When you let your three year old write the lyrics for your next song. 😂

“Practice any art… no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.” - McKellen reciting Vonnegut

If for some reason you didn’t feel like watching the Olympics or you just missed it, this you should not miss! Or if you saw it, you can enjoy it again. Brilliant and magical routine by Madison Chock and Evan Bates for the team USA competition! x.com/NBCOlympics/st…

Don't Look Now But I See The Prettiest Girl I've Ever Seen In My Whole Life

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TESLA Optimus “ICE ICE BABY” Dance!

pastry chef Polina Filimonova creating a wintery Christmas gingerbread house with intricate decorations.

Construction of the Giant Snowman in Harbin, China, part of the annual Ice and Snow Festival.

My neighbor is 84 and lost his wife last year. He has no kids and I noticed he stopped cooking and barely turned his lights on. He was just fading away. So now, every single night when I cook dinner for my family, I make an extra plate and walk it over. We sit on his porch for 20 minutes and just talk. He told me yesterday that our little chats are the only reason he gets out of bed. It costs me nothing but a little food and time, but it means the world to him.

How cool is this? Home Alone actors 1990 versus today.

"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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Teaching our boys how to shake hands, greet properly & look people in the eye. Simple lessons that open big doors. Our program is free for every student who needs it — thanks to those who give. We’re building great men for America, with faith & discipline. 🙏🏾🇺🇸

Oh he knows he’s fancy!!

@PuppiesIover Chocolate chips

You have to name him the last thing you ate

@imried7 What a devastating loss. My heart goes out to you and your family. May you be comforted by those you love.

30.07.25-19.08.25 Our girl got tired in the early hours of Tuesday morning & decided it was time to rest ‘If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever’ 💔