Laura Soto 🎄🎁🎁

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Buenas noches

“Where waves feel like home 🌊🏝️”

Soft Serenity🤍

Que sonido mas bonito es el murmullo de las olas del mar

In Brazil, a 5-year-old girl was captured on video feeding lunch to her classmate, who was born without arms.

She was called "Hey, you" by her own husband. Never by her name. Never once. Her name was Bryna. She crossed an ocean with nothing — no education, no English, no guarantee of anything — just a ticket bought by a man named Herschel who had promised her a better life in America. They settled in Amsterdam, New York, a working-class mill town far from the dreams she had carried on that ship. The better life never came. Herschel collected rags and scraps for a living. What little he earned disappeared into alcohol and card games. He was cold, rough, and careless — the kind of man who raises his voice and never raises his children. Bryna raised them herself. Six daughters and a son, in a house where hunger was a regular visitor. She couldn't read or write. She took in laundry. She scrubbed floors. And when even that wasn't enough, she walked to the Jewish butcher with a quiet, dignified request: "The bones you don't need — may I have them?" She'd take those discarded bones home and boil them for hours. That thin soup fed her family for days. Her youngest son, Issur — everyone called him Izzy — watched all of this. He watched his mother fight for them with everything she had and nothing in her hands. And somehow, impossibly, he told her he wanted to be an actor. She didn't laugh. She didn't tell him to be practical. She looked at this poor ragman's boy from a town nobody had heard of, and she believed him. Izzy left. He struggled. He clawed his way forward. And eventually, the world came to know him as Kirk Douglas — one of Hollywood's greatest stars. Spartacus. Paths of Glory. Lust for Life. A legend. But he never forgot the soup made from bones. He never forgot the woman who made it. When Kirk formed his own film production company, he didn't name it after himself. He named it Bryna Productions — after her. In 1958, Bryna Productions released The Vikings, one of the biggest films of the year. And Kirk had something he needed to show his mother. He took her to Times Square. Among all those lights, all that noise, all that impossible American spectacle — he stopped in front of a massive billboard and pointed. BRYNA PRESENTS THE VIKINGS. Her name. Enormous. Illuminated. Seen by thousands of strangers every single day. The woman who had never learned to read her own name stood in Times Square and wept. Not from pain, for once. From joy. A few months later, in December of 1958, Bryna passed away peacefully — her son by her side. Her last words to him were not of fear or regret. They were a mother's instinct, right to the very end: "Izzy, son, don't be afraid. This happens to everyone." Even dying, she was still trying to protect him. Kirk Douglas went on to live 103 years. He became a Hollywood icon, a philanthropist, the father of actor Michael Douglas. He achieved things that boy boiling bones for soup could never have imagined. But he said it his whole life: she was the reason. Every single time. Every film bearing the words "A Bryna Production" was never really a business credit. It was a love letter. Written in lights. From a son who never forgot that his mother fed a family on bones — and somehow still found enough love left over to fuel a legend. She deserved to have her name in lights. And her son made absolutely certain she lived to see it.

In Japan, whenever a vehicle stops to let children cross, the children in return thank the driver with a sweet gesture. 😊

✝️ Dios te salve, María,  llena eres de gracia; el Señor es contigo. Bendita Tú eres  entre todas las mujeres, y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús.  Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén 🙏

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@selfhealingpage Si si si si

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@ramsesvidente7 Amén

DIOS, Hoy ABRIRÁ LAS PUERTAS Amén🙌🏻

PRECAUCIÓN 🌪️ Noche de alertas de tornado en las Llanuras Centrales de EEUU 🇺🇸 Imágenes de la tormenta con alerta de tornado cerca de Mill Creek, Oklahoma. Vía @LiveStormChaser

Buenas noches

@HaloSP117x La 1

Te regalan una casa para el resto de tu vida, ¿Cuál eliges?

Periodista de TV Azteca Guatemala, se quiebra ante cámaras y dice que "viven con la incertidumbre de no saber si volveran a ver a quienes aman, pidiendo a Dios protección cada vez que alguien cruza la puerta" Además dice que no es mucho lo que se pide… "solo lo básico: poder vivir, trabajar y regresar a casa en paz". Así vivíamos en El Salvador hasta que el presidente Bukele nos sacó de este infierno.

United Airlines pilot buys 30 pizzas for stranded passengers after 7-hour delay. A United Airlines flight from San Francisco to Houston was forced to make an emergency landing in Albuquerque, New Mexico, after a passenger suffered a medical emergency. The unexpected diversion left about 150 passengers tired, hungry, and stuck at the gate for seven hours while the airline arranged a new crew. Airport restaurants had already closed for the night, and the $15 food vouchers offered by the airline were useless. Instead of just apologizing, the captain took matters into his own hands. Using his personal money, he ordered 30 large pizzas from a local shop and had them delivered straight to the gate. He then personally served every passenger before taking a slice for himself. The heartfelt gesture turned frustration into gratitude and quickly went viral as a true story of kindness in the skies.