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Michelle Straz
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Michelle Straz
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There will be days. Don’t believe everything you read! Use Common sense. I am Ryan’s Mum. And, Jaden, Jett and Connor’s 💕.Let’s be Human to each other pls
Alberta, Canada เข้าร่วม Temmuz 2012
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@DavidGebala @Big_G_09 Such a wonderful turn of events ❤️. Sending you all love & healing.
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Yesterday was a big day for us. We transitioned out of the ICU into a more recovery and rehab-focused unit, and it’s now been 26 hours since Maya’s EVD was removed for the second time. So far, everything is looking positive. She doesn’t seem to be in as much pain, and we’re starting to see a little more energy and color come back. She’s still not a fan of the boot for the pressure sore on her heel doing her best to kick it off whenever she can but her movements are becoming much more intentional.
Our time in the PICU, for lack of a better word, has been a whirlwind filled with both highs and lows for Maya, but slowly we're making some more progress.
And then came a moment today that completely overwhelmed me. OT and Physio came in, and with their help, Maya was able to sit up on the edge of the bed. This was huge for two reasons. First, she was using her own muscles to help support herself (with assistance), and second… I was finally able to wrap my arms around my daughter. Really wrap my arms around her and hold her tight.
I can’t even begin to put into words what that hug felt like. All I wanted in that moment was to lift her up, hold her close, and never let go.
We’re getting there, my little Maya Bear 🐻 I love you so much ❤️

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After over 100 days, Nilah has found her forever home! 🫶
#AdoptDontShop #Dog #Pitbull #Calgary #CalgaryHumaneSociety #YYC
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The hockey community is truly amazing and instantly took action to ask how they could help support Jessi’s family. Here is a donation link created by the family to help. Thank you so much to everyone for the amazing tributes and support shown. Jessi and her family was so loved 🤍 gofund.me/7cd9f55b7
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@RightmindsRus @MikeBales Man! Shoot. Me too but 56. Now I'm sad
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@MikeBales Okay, I turned 60 this year and until I saw this post I too thought that little piggy went shopping. 😭
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The President of the United States learned that Robert Mueller had died.
And he picked up his phone and typed:
“Good. I’m glad he’s dead.”
I need you to stop.
Put down whatever you’re doing and feel the full weight of those words.
Good. I’m glad he’s dead.
Said by the man who holds the most powerful office in the history of human civilization. The office of Washington. Of Lincoln. Of Roosevelt standing in the rubble of Pearl Harbor promising a nation trembling in the dark that we would rise.
That office.
Those words.
Now let me tell you who Robert Mueller was.
He did not have to go to Vietnam.
He had every reason not to. A Princeton degree. A blown-out knee. A future waiting for him in the comfort of civilian life.
He waited a full year for that knee to heal, just so he could serve.
Let that sink in.
He walked into hell when other men were running from it. He came home with a Bronze Star for heroism and a Purple Heart soaked in the blood of his sacrifice. He spent the next four decades standing in the breach, as a prosecutor, as FBI Director, as the man who held this nation together in the smoldering ash of September 12th, 2001, when we were all afraid and we needed someone steady, someone serious, someone who loved this country more than he loved himself.
He was all of those things.
He was a Republican.
He was, by every honest measure, an American hero.
And the President danced on his grave.

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Last night, my wife sent me a text that instantly put me on edge:
“Don’t get upset when you get home… there’s someone in the kitchen.”
I had just finished practice. I knew she wasn’t home. My mind immediately jumped to the worst. Another animal. Something random. Something I wasn’t ready for.
And I’ll be honest, I was already irritated before I even got in the car.
So I didn’t go straight home.
I drove around for a bit, trying to cool off, preparing myself. I figured it was going to be something chaotic. Maybe a goat. Maybe something worse. My wife has a way of seeing an animal and deciding it belongs with us.
By the time I finally pulled into the driveway, I had already built up the frustration in my head.
I opened the door.And everything I thought I was going to feel… disappeared. Standing in the kitchen was a Great Dane. But not the kind you picture.She was painfully thin. Her ribs showed through her skin. Her hips stuck out sharply. Her coat was dull, her body carried that heavy, neglected smell, and her legs looked like they were holding up more than they should have had to.
Her name, I would soon learn, was Darla. She didn’t bark.Didn’t run. Didn’t even really move.She just stood there, quiet, watching me with eyes that looked tired in a way that’s hard to explain.
Not aggressive. Not even scared in the usual way. Just… worn down. Like she had already learned not to expect much from people. The anger I walked in with vanished in seconds. I grabbed a bowl, filled it with water, and set it down.
She didn’t rush. She didn’t get excited. She just walked over slowly and drank like it was the only thing that mattered. Then I gave her food. And the way she ate… it wasn’t normal.
It wasn’t joy. It was survival. Careful at first, then faster, like she didn’t know if it might disappear. I stood there watching, feeling something shift inside me. After that, I called my wife.
She told me how she found Darla wandering, how she couldn’t just leave her there, how no one had come forward to claim her.And then came the part that stuck with me.This dog hadn’t just gotten lost.
She had been left. Left to fade. Left to survive however she could. And I won’t sugarcoat it. There are people in this world who should never be trusted with something that depends on them. Because what Darla had gone through wasn’t an accident.
It was neglect. Plain and simple. But standing there in my kitchen, watching her slowly finish her food, I realized something else. That part of her story was over.
From that moment on, things were going to be different. The next few days weren’t easy.Her body was weak. She tired quickly. Every movement looked like effort. But she stayed close. Always watching. Always quiet. Like she was trying to understand if this place was real.
We took her to the vet. Got her checked. Started feeding her properly, small meals at first, then more as her body adjusted. And little by little, things began to change.
Her eyes softened. Her steps got steadier. The way she looked at us… it shifted. Not just watching anymore. Trusting. The first time she wagged her tail, it was barely noticeable. Just a small movement. But it meant everything.
Weeks passed.
Her ribs became less visible. Her coat started to shine again. She began to follow me around the house, not because she was unsure anymore, but because she wanted to.
One evening, I sat down on the floor, and for the first time, she came over and leaned her full weight against me.
Not cautiously. Not halfway. Fully. Like she had finally decided. This is safe. That was the moment I knew. Darla wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was healing.
Today, she runs in the yard.
Not far, not fast yet. But with purpose. With life. She eats without fear. Sleeps without tension. And when she looks at us now, there’s something completely different in her eyes.
Peace.

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@syndrome22q1 @catturd2 @GuntherEagleman @FaZeRug @brawadis @kirawontmiss @MrBeast @davedays @bennyjohnson @MAGAVoice Congratulations Justin ❤️
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I’m Tumor Free) I am in a loss of words and so so Happy I can’t believe this is real life right now I am sure you guys are super happy for me #CongratsJustin
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