Delores Handy

#ResistanceRoots Ella Udall was born on this day in 1855 in Salt Lake City. She was a pioneer, entrepreneur and the first telegraph operator in Arizona Territory. She was also a fierce advocate for women’s rights and suffrage who held her family together when polygamy was criminalized in 1882. /1

Shoutout to Quincy Howard, a Georgia Tech student, who made history by winning $69,600 (plus a new Mini Cooper) on Wheel of Fortune during College Week. 🔥

In 2018, elementary school bus driver Curtis Jenkins from Richardson, Texas decided he wanted to make Christmas special for the children on his route. He asked every student what they wanted for Christmas, wrote down their wishes, and then spent months quietly saving money from his own paychecks to buy gifts for all of them. Reports say he and his wife worked together for months to make the surprise possible. By the last day before winter break, his school bus was completely filled with wrapped presents.. around 70 gifts in total, including toys, electronics, headphones, games, dolls, and even bicycles. When the students stepped onto the bus that morning, they were shocked to discover there was a personalized gift waiting for every single child. Some parents and community members later joined in and helped contribute as word of the story spread. Jenkins later explained that he wanted the children to feel loved and remembered because he understood what it was like growing up without much. Photos of the gift-filled school bus quickly went viral online, with many people calling him a real-life Santa Claus for turning an ordinary ride to school into a Christmas memory those children would never forget.

Eight-year-old Mia was selling cups of lemonade for fifty cents each, hoping to help pay for her cancer treatment. She didn’t know that a local motorcycle club had just been talking about her at their meeting. Mia sat behind her small lemonade stand, her head bald from chemo and her body tired, but she refused to give up. Her mom, Sarah, watched from the window, her heart aching but full of pride. Sarah had told Mia they didn’t really need the money, but she knew it wasn’t about that. This was Mia’s way of fighting back — her way of staying strong and hopeful. After an hour in the cool autumn air, Mia heard a deep rumble coming down the street. A big man on a Harley-Davidson stopped beside her stand. He wore a black leather jacket, had tattoos, and a long beard. Even though he looked tough, his voice was kind. “What’s the special today, boss?” he asked. “Lemonade,” Mia said quietly. “It’s… fifty cents.” “Looks like the good kind,” he said with a smile. Instead of pulling out his wallet, he walked back to his motorcycle, opened a heavy leather bag, and placed it on her table. “I’m not thirsty,” he said softly. “But give this to your mom. It’s for your treatment.” Mia nodded, not really understanding, and thanked him. The man gave her a small nod, started his bike, and rode away. When Sarah came outside and opened the bag, she froze. Inside was more than $4,000 in cash and a small handwritten note that said, “From a few guys who know a fighter when they see one. Stay strong, little warrior.” Later, Sarah learned that one of their quiet neighbors was part of that motorcycle club. He had told the others about Mia, about how she sat outside every day trying her best. That night, every biker in the room had opened their wallets — because even the toughest people can have the kindest hearts.

12-year-old Ramir Parker woke up in the middle of the night after hearing a strange noise inside his Virginia home. When he went downstairs, he found thick black smoke filling the house and flames beginning to spread. Instead of running away, Ramir rushed through the smoke to save his 1-year-old and 2-year-old brothers who were still sleeping on the couch. After carrying them outside, he realized his grandmother was still trapped inside the burning home. Without protective gear or any hesitation, the young boy ran back into the fire and managed to guide her to safety before firefighters arrived. Officials later said Ramir’s actions saved his family’s lives. Now people across the country are calling the 12-year-old a real hero — but it was his emotional explanation afterward that left many in tears.

On this day in 1862, Mary Jane Patterson made history when she became the first black woman to receive a college degree when she graduated from Oberlin College. She was also the first black principal at America's first public high school for black students.

Rachel Robinson the wife of Jackie Robinson is 103 years old! She still looks amazing! What a blessing!❤️🙏

He is 103. She is 101. For 80 years they have walked side by side, hand in hand, through every season of life. They have seen wars, changes, children being born, and generations growing up… yet their love has remained the same. Strong. Simple. Pure. 💛 In a world where so many things change so quickly, they are living proof that true love still exists. Their smiles carry the weight of a thousand stories, and their hands, though aged, still fit perfectly together. May we all be blessed to witness and celebrate love that lasts a lifetime. ✨

She has been on chemo for most of her life. Her type of aggressive cancer is extremely rare, and none of the doctors have ever experienced it before. She lost the nerve to her right eye, but she has smiled every single day of this hell. Today is her first day ever as cancer free.

Spelman College just made history — the Class of 2026 has seven valedictorians. Seven brilliant, beautiful Black women standing at the top of their class. This is what excellence looks like when Black women are given the space to shine. Huge congratulations to these trailblazers and the entire Spelman family. Y’all did that! 👏🏽👏🏽

Her name was Oseola McCarty. People like this should always be celebrated 🥹❤️

@JroWooTown @upton1144

The doctor that did the operation deserve an award. ❤️🌹

The Soldier Who Found a Baby on the Battlefield and Carried Her for 40 Miles The American Soldier Who Found an Abandoned Baby on the Italian Battlefield and Carried Her 40 Miles to Safety — Then Spent 60 Years Wondering If She Survived, Italy, 1944. January 1944. Anzio, Italy. The Anzio beachhead was a particular kind of hell — a narrow strip of Italian coastline held by Allied forces under constant German bombardment, no room to advance, no room to retreat, just the grinding daily mathematics of holding ground under fire. Corporal James Whitaker, 24, Georgia, was moving through a bombed farmhouse on a patrol assignment when he heard it. Not crying — past crying. The sound an infant makes when it has cried beyond what crying can accomplish and has gone to a place beyond it, a thin persistent sound like a mechanical thing running down. He found her in the farmhouse cellar. An infant girl. Eight months old at the most. Alone in a wooden crate lined with a woman's wool coat. Alive, barely, from cold and dehydration. No one else in the farmhouse. No one else anywhere visible. He picked her up. The Problem James Whitaker was on a combat patrol in an active battle zone carrying an infant who would die if he put her down and who he had no ability to help if he kept her. He had no formula, no milk, no baby supplies of any kind. He had his canteen, a chocolate bar, and forty miles between his position and the field hospital at the rear. He started walking. The Forty Miles He carried her inside his field jacket, against his chest, where the body heat kept her warm. He gave her water from his canteen, dripped slowly from his finger to her lips the way he had seen his mother water young animals — a memory that surfaced from childhood without warning and turned out to be exactly applicable. He broke small pieces of chocolate and let her suck the sweetness from his finger. He moved at night when he could, staying off roads, moving through terrain that was simultaneously trying to kill him from German positions and from Italian winter. He talked to her. Quietly, constantly, in the specific soft register humans use with infants regardless of whether the infant understands. He told her about Georgia. About his mother's cooking. About the farm where he grew up. He told her it was going to be fine, which he was not certain was true but which he had decided to commit to regardless. She was alive when he reached the field hospital at dawn on the second day. A nurse took her from his arms. He sat down on the ground outside the hospital tent and did not get up for an hour. The Handoff The field hospital logged the infant as a found civilian, turned her over to an Italian Red Cross representative, and that was the last official record that connected her to James Whitaker. He asked about her before he went back to his unit. They told him she was stable, that she would be placed with a relief organization, that she would be taken care of. He went back to his unit. He went back to the war. The Sixty Years James Whitaker came home to Georgia in 1945. He married. He had three children. He farmed and then he worked in hardware and then he retired. He thought about the baby for sixty years. Not obsessively — he was a practical man, not given to obsession. But consistently. On certain mornings. On certain nights. A presence in the back of his mind, an open question he had never been able to close. She would be in her sixties now, he would calculate. He did not know her name. He did not know if she had survived the war, the occupation, the chaos of postwar Italy. He did not know if she had a family, children, a life. He knew only that he had carried her forty miles and handed her to a nurse and never found out what happened next. In 2004, his granddaughter Sarah — seventeen years old, working on a school project about WWII — asked him if he had any war stories. He told her one. Sarah put it on the internet. The Finding Three months later, a woman in Bologna, Italy, contacted Sarah's email address. Her name was Maria Conti. She was sixty years old. She had been told, by the Italian family who had raised her, that she had been found as an infant during the Anzio campaign by an American soldier who carried her to safety. She had been looking for that soldier for forty years. James Whitaker was eighty-four years old when Sarah showed him the email. He read it twice. He looked up at his granddaughter. "She's alive," he said. "She wants to talk to you," Sarah said. They spoke by telephone first — Sarah translating between English and Italian. Then by letter. Then, in 2005, Maria Conti flew to Georgia. She was sixty-one years old. She was a schoolteacher. She had three children and five grandchildren. She walked into James Whitaker's living room and he stood up — slowly, at eighty-five, he stood up — and they looked at each other. Maria crossed the room. She took both his hands. She said something in Italian. Sarah translated: "She says she has wanted to say thank you her whole life. She says she is sorry it took sixty years." James Whitaker held her hands. He said: "Tell her sixty years is nothing. Tell her I just needed to know she made it."

Are the Obamas the most exquisite Presidential couple? 😊

It’s the story of , an Argentine nurse from , whose life changed forever after meeting a little girl during a shift at . The baby’s name was Zoe, and she was only two months old. She had been abandoned, and her medical file carried a heartbreaking note: “social cause: abandonment.” Zoe had been diagnosed with a severe form of hydranencephaly, a rare condition that gave her a very short life expectancy. Many people would have seen only a hopeless situation. Nuria saw a child who deserved love. At the time, she was 28 years old, separated, and raising her 9-year-old son on her own. Yet after spending weeks visiting Zoe whenever she could, she felt something impossible to ignore. “If her life is going to be so short, then she deserves to have a mother, a home, grandparents, toys, and someone who loves her,” she told her colleagues. So she made the decision that would change everything: she adopted her. Her family welcomed Zoe with open arms. Nuria’s son immediately accepted his little sister too, even knowing that she would never be able to see or hear him like other children could. And against all expectations, Zoe kept living. It was not an easy life: daily seizures, breathing crises, and constant hospitalizations. But Nuria did everything she could to make sure Zoe experienced happiness. She took her to the park, on rides, and out to eat with the family. She never wanted her to be treated as “the sick child,” but simply as a deeply loved daughter. And the time that was expected to be so short became much longer: Zoe lived to celebrate her fifth birthday. When, during her final hospitalization, Zoe went into cardiac arrest, Nuria made what she still describes as the hardest decision of her life: not to prolong her daughter’s suffering any further. She stayed beside her until the very last moment, keeping her promise never to leave her alone. After Zoe’s passing, Nuria said a sentence that says it all: “It still hurts, but I don’t regret anything. They were the five most beautiful years of my life.” ❤️

LITTLE MAN BEAT CANCER AMEN 🙏🏾

Nicholas Watson, a Black student with autism and ADHD from Arkansas High School in Texarkana, graduated as valedictorian in 2021 with a record-breaking 4.8 GPA — the highest in his school’s history. Despite facing significant challenges, he earned over $1.5 million in scholarships and went on to attend Harding University. A powerful example of perseverance and excellence. 👏🏾

17 years ago, a 5-year-old boy named Jacob Philadelphia, the son of a White House staffer, walked up to President Barack Obama and asked if he could touch his hair.. Obama smiled, leaned down, and let him pat his head. Unforgettable moment❤️