Dear God Please keep them alive, protected and strong until they are rescued. Amen (+586)
>Humans are weird > >>Just let them have a fucking moment >> >>>God reads reddit yo
This is nothing aside from attention seeking
If an omniscient god exists than by definition it would read reddit (-1)
I never once said what people are or aren’t allowed to say, so back your bullshit off that one. There ISNT a problem with a prayer, you fucking moron. Pray all you want. Pray all the day long. God will hear you I’m sure. Sing your prayers. Write your prayers. Piss them in the snow. Go for it. Writing it on a forum, whose method of validation exists in fake internet points, is meaningless. It isn’t well intended, it’s so this person can pat themselves on the back for all their points they got for being holy. > >It's not that big of a deal. Getting so angry you'll call a stranger "a fucking moron" really isn't healthy. >> >>Healthy? Jesus fuck you people are ridiculous. I’m not angry in the slightest. This person is being a fucking moron, and so are you.
You have no input on me, my life, my state of mind, my friends, my time outside, my ability to let things go. You know nothing. (emphasis mine)
[Millions of kids shit themselves to death every year because God put them on a planet covered in water we can't drink. If he exists he doesn't give a fuck about us.](https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/kzjaes/rescuers_detect_signs_of_l
... keep reading on reddit ➡
He thanked her and went back to his golf.
On the back nine, the same thing happened and he approached the lady, again with the same request.
She said, “I’m on the 14th, you are a hole behind me, so you must be on the 13th.”
Once again, he thanked her.
He finished his round, went into the club house and saw the lady sitting at the end of the bar.
He went up to her and said, “Let me buy you a drink to show my appreciation for your help.”
He started a conversation and asked her what kind of work she did.
She said she was in sales and he said he was in sales also.
He asked what she sold.
She replied, “If I told you, you would only laugh.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” he said.
She said, “I sell tampons.”
With that he fell on the floor laughing so hard.
She said, “See, I knew you would laugh.”
“That’s not what I’m laughing at!” he replied. “I’m a toilet paper salesman, so I’m STILL one hole behind you!”
The disappearance of Haleigh Cummings:
> Unlike the saga of Caylee Anthony, the now-famous toddler who disappeared the prior year in Orlando, Haleigh’s case didn’t receive massive national media attention. Unlike Caylee, Haleigh was not born into comfortable middle-class suburbia but rather a reportedly drug-infested trailer park deep in the heart of a culture many Americans didn’t know still existed.
> Poverty, ignorance, lack of job opportunities and multi-generational drug use combine to make certain pockets of central and north Florida almost like a scene out of the movie Deliverance. These are not towns you take your family to on that annual vacation to Disney World, nor are they stops on the college kids’ spring break tours. These are little outposts you might speed by on the Florida turnpike but that’s about it. If you did need to venture into these areas for any reason, you would likely be regarded as something of an outsider. Best to just fill up with gas and move on, but little Haleigh didn’t have that choice.
> Haleigh Cummings was born to Ronald Cummings and Crystal Sheffield; Crystal later moved to a different part of Florida and Haleigh was living with 25-year-old Ronald and his then-17-year-old girlfriend, Misty Croslin, in a Satsuma mobile home in February of 2009. Ronald was at work the night Haleigh vanished. According to Misty, whose story has changed multiple times, Haleigh was asleep in the trailer and then….she was gone. Basically Misty’s original story is that sometime after 3am, Misty awoke and discovered Haleigh gone. No signs of forced entry except, according to Misty, a brick had been used to prop open one of the doors to the trailer.
> Ronald arrived home, found Haleigh gone, and both Misty and Ronald called 911.
Background on Misty Croslin:
> Croslin’s father said his daughter was difficult to raise, much more so than her brothers. She stopped going to school in the sixth grade and could not read or write when Haleigh went missing, according to her father. Others describe Croslin as devoid of emotion, likely from some traumatic life experiences. Croslin told authorities she suffered sexual abuse. She told a judge she was pregnant as a young girl. When she was 15, Croslin purchased a bus ticket under an assumed name
... keep reading on reddit ➡**EDIT: THANKS FOR ALL OF THE INSIGHTFUL COMMENTS. I READ EVERY ONE, EVEN IF I DIDN'T REPLY.**Female, with no health conditions, will be 66 in March(full retirement date 66+2months, so, June 1,2021). I started Medicare this January and have a no-fee Advantage Plan. I have a total of just over $400,000 in all of my accounts total (403B, savings, mutual funds, small IRA). When I retire, I will get $2400/month SS. MY PLAN: pay off the mortgage of $25,000 now. Quit my job (currently at $60,000/yr) in April or May 2021, use my personal leave time (300hrs) for income until SS kicks in (June) and come away with a bigger cushion in savings from excessive leave time they will pay out (I own a house, I want a bigger cushion!). My budget says I can actually live on the SS with a $1000/month draw from 403B, giving me $40,800/yr to live on (and that's with over budgeting). Yes, I'm aware that I will forfeit the "8%" increase if I were to wait until I'm 70 to draw SS. But doesn't it make more sense to do it this way? If I were to pull out $40,800/yr (to live on) from my $300,000 retirement fund to live on, I'd spend $142,800 of it (almost half) just in those 3.5 years. With this plan, I'm only using $3500 from my retirement plan $$. Thoughts? Opinions?
ONE MORE THING: although I'm healthy, I work in a frontline position in a hospital, I'm being exposed to COVID, with "proper" PPE, many times a shift. Yes, I've started my shot series. We are being overwhelmed with COVID at this point. For the past few years, I've always said I had 2 goals: #1. don't get hurt #2. don't get fired. Now I add #3. don't get sick.
EDITED to add: the house is worth at least $180,000 and I'm always considering selling, and yes, I should downsize. I'm already working reduced hours (33 hrs/week). And I can easily live off of that. I'm not a shopper, I'm not a spender, I've always been frugal and quite frankly, have most everything I need. My biggest budget allocation will be food, I feed myself very well, at home, with restaurant meals only 2-3 times a month (even before COVID). I want out of the environment I'm walking into constantly. I think this is my way out.
EDIT (AGAIN). wow, awards!
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Obligatory not today but happened when I was around 6 at a bank with my mum. TL:DR at the end.
My mum was sorting something out at the counter and at this bank, in addition to the screens they had a small area to pass stuff between with a see through cover and a lot of holes. I discovered that I could easily fit all but my index finger in these holes. For whatever reason I decided to 'test' whether these holes were all the same size by attempting to stick my index finger in each hole (and ignoring my mother who told me not to do that as it'll get trapped!)
The first row of holes were as you would expect, My finger woundn't go in past the join so I moved on to the next row, about half way through I finally succeeded and got my finger in one. I go to remove it and test the next hole only to discover, to my horror that my finger wouldn't move. My mother, Noticing my finger in the forbidden holes tells me to stop again or they'll be trouble and turns back to the bank teller.
It takes a little while longer before my mum notices my finger is still in the hole and yells at me to remove it, I explain I cant and she (quite forcefully!) tries to remove it only to realise that it is now stuck firm and slightly swollen.
After a verbal blocking that can be summarised as "I told you that would happen - you idiot" the bank teller grabs a bottle of fairy liquid from the kitchen and attempts to lubricate my finger enough for it to escape. Even after dousing my finger and most of the cover my finger remains stubbornly in place.
At this point the bank manager decides that she needs reinforcements and calls the fire brigade. They expected they'd just send one of the cars but no, we get the full engine and six burley firemen turn up with lights and sirens, followed by an ambulance who had been dispatched because I was a kid. (LPT don't tell the kid the ambulance is only there in case the fireman accidently chop of their finger!)
The firemen look at my finger, try yanking it a few times, Spray some of their own brand special sauce on it and then try yanking it again. My finger resolutely stays in place and the firemen grab a small saw like tool to help cut me out.
Whilst one chats to me the other cuts through the holes around my finger giving me freedom but with a fairly large ring on it. They move me to one of the tables, sit me down and then gently cut into the plastic either side of my finger. Finally they grab the plastic and snap the remaining bit allow
... keep reading on reddit ➡Nope. That walk though the house, past the kids fighting about the crayon on the wrong side of the box, the wife wanting to know when I'm logging off tonight, the teenager that won't look up is quite alright. Just me and the dog headed to the spare room to log on and start the day with no stress.
My mother was talking to a colleague (39), who she knows is trying to get pregnant. This woman was complaining about constant UTIs. She asked her, "Are you peeing after each time you have sex?" to which the woman responded......
"No! Why would I do that, and pee out all the sperm??!?"
You GUYS. After further questioning, this bitch didn't know she had a URETHRA.
Ugh.
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