@fonzie_sback@shivathecrow@ElliotStabler92 Viele haben Ihren Job verloren, oder sind gesellschaftlich ausgeschlossen worden, weil ungeimpft.
Also, indirekte Pflicht....
@MaximalesD Mein Vater sagte: "Geh in die Politik! Du wirst da gebraucht!"
...ich hätte das niemals durchgehalten. Mich durch den ganzen Machtkampf an die Spitze strampeln - das hätte ich nie gekonnt.
"Jung, wenn du dir etwas in deinen sturen Kopf gesetzt hast, dann schaffst du das auch! Aber ein guter Politiker wirst du nie werden! Denn im Gegensatz zu denen, hast du nämlich ein Gewissen und Schuldbewusstsein!"
Zitat:
Meine Oma, ca 1997
Damals wie heute zu 100% richtig
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@SchulziBln Da irrst du dich leider. Alle jammern, dass sie Niemanden finden, aber die Einstellungstests sind echt ein Brett. Sein Bruder möchte Bus- und Bahnfahrer werden. Passende Praktikas gemacht, er liebt diesen Beruf und am Ende nur Absagen.
@Pflegekraft1 Spätestens bei der PIN Eingaben Aufforderung wird klar da lebt jemand über seine Verhältnisse hinaus oder Merz würde sagen der Arbeitet zu wenig 🤪
Ich, im Rewe: "Hm, ist das normal, dass die EC-Karte gerade so lange braucht?"
Kassiererin: "Ja, wenn das Konto fast leer ist, muss die Karte das Geld erst zusammenkratzen."
Wird der Wal jetzt in tiefes Wasser geschleppt, wo er dann ungesehen und unbeobachtet verendet, wie schon hunderte vor ihm? Wie lange hat er jetzt nichts gefressen? 4 Wochen? Ok.
The surgeon worked for fourteen straight hours to save a life. When it was finally over and he sat alone in a quiet hallway, only one thing came to find him.
In February 2023, a surgeon at a small regional hospital in rural southern Alberta completed an emergency operation on a girl who had been airlifted in after a highway accident. She had a ruptured spleen, a collapsed lung, and severe injuries. By hour nine, her parents had been told the team was doing everything they could — the kind of sentence that carries more weight than it says.
The surgeon never left the operating room. Fourteen hours without food, rest, or even a moment to sit. By hour eleven, his hands had started to shake, but he kept going.
The girl survived.
At 4:47 a.m., he stepped out of the OR, pulled off his cap, and sat down on the floor of a quiet back hallway near a service exit. He didn’t go to the break room. Didn’t call anyone. Didn’t speak. He just leaned against the wall, exhausted, his scrubs stained, his hands still trembling under the hum of a single fluorescent light.
That’s when the dog appeared.
The hospital had a resident dog. Medium-sized, mixed breed, with a faded brown coat and calm, steady eyes. He had wandered onto the property years ago as a stray and somehow never left. The staff fed him, security let him roam certain areas, and over time, he became a quiet part of the place — never in patient rooms, never in operating areas, but often seen in hallways and back corridors.
They called him Hendricks.
He wasn’t overly friendly. Didn’t seek attention. He didn’t jump, bark, or demand affection. Most people described him the same way — quiet, distant, easy to miss unless you knew where to look.
But there was one thing about him no one could explain.
Over the years, he had a habit of showing up beside people who were alone and struggling. A nurse after losing a patient. A janitor after a difficult phone call. A young doctor in the middle of a panic attack. Hendricks would just appear — sit close enough to be felt, but not so close as to overwhelm — and stay.
No one called him. No one brought him.
He just… knew.
That morning, at 4:47, the surgeon sat down in that empty hallway.
At 4:51, Hendricks appeared at the far end.
He walked straight down the corridor — no hesitation, no distractions — until he reached the surgeon.
Then he sat beside him. About a foot away. Close enough to touch.
The surgeon didn’t look up right away. When he finally did, he saw the dog sitting there, calm and still. He didn’t say anything. He just reached out with his hand — and rested it gently on Hendricks’ back.
The dog didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
Just stayed.
A security camera later showed they sat like that for forty-three minutes. No words. No movement. Just quiet presence.
At 5:34 a.m., the surgeon stood up, placed his hand briefly on the dog’s head, and walked toward the ICU to check on the girl.
Hendricks stayed in the hallway a few minutes longer… then turned and walked away.
Later, when a nurse asked if he was alright, the surgeon said quietly,
“Something sat with me this morning that didn’t need me to explain anything. That’s the first time in twenty-two years I didn’t feel alone after a surgery like that.”
He never brought it up again.
Hendricks is still there.
Older now. Slower. Spending more time resting in a warm corner the staff set up for him.
But he still walks those hallways.
Still finds the ones who need someone.
No one trained him.
No one tells him where to go.
And somehow, he always shows up right on time — then stays, as long as he’s needed.
Bombe: Laut neuer Projektion von Nowcast EU kommt die AfD in Görlitz auf unfassbare 57,6% der Stimmen!
Am 10. Mai ist in Görlitz Bürgermeisterwahl.
Schafft es die AfD also dieses Mal, die CDU zu besiegen und den nächsten Bürgermeister von Görlitz zu stellen?
Ich stelle ab und an ja ne Samla-Kiste (die von IKEA) mit Sachen zum verschenken vor die Tür.
Heute hat einer die Sachen rausgenommen und die Kiste mitgenommen. 😳
Denen brennt doch der Helm, oder?
@RichardBercanay Zieht man die Einbürgerung und die Asylanten ab, die eigentlich rechtlich abgeschoben werden müssten, dann wären das nicht mal annähernd 155Mrd. Euro bei der AFD.
Man sieht hier sehr eindrücklich, daß linke und grüne Parteien mit Geld deutlich besser umgehen können als konservative, rechtspopulistische und liberale.