عاد توني شايف فيديو خدامة تدعي انها ساكنة في الحمام.. شي غير معقول قاعدة تصور سريرها في الحمام مادري شنو نوع البشر اللي تشتغل عندهم
عاد توني شايف فيديو خدامة تدعي انها ساكنة في الحمام.. شي غير معقول قاعدة تصور سريرها في الحمام مادري شنو نوع البشر اللي تشتغل عندهم
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Everyone Around You is Grieving.
Go Easy.
The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas.
I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you buying bananas?”
But we needed bananas. We’d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn’t be any bananas—so there I was.
And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out.
I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD. PLEASE GO EASY.
Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it’s not like they’d have known what’s happening inside me or around me. They wouldn’t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the guy next to them in the produce section.
And while I didn’t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully,—and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.
Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table—they’re all experiencing the collateral damage of living. They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone. Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they’re waiting on their child’s test results, or they’re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.
Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office.
Maybe they aren’t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everyday stumbling all around us—and yet most of the time we’re fairly oblivious to them:
Parents whose children are terminally ill.
Couples in the middle of divorce.
People grieving loss of loved ones and relationships.
Kids being bullied at school.
Teenagers who want to end their lives.
People marking the anniversary of a death.
Parents worried about their depressed teenager.
Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat.
Families with no idea how to keep the lights on.
Single parents with little help and little sleep.
Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I’M STRUGGLING. BE NICE TO ME.
And since they don’t, it’s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren’t all just hanging by a thread. Because most people are hanging by a thread—and our simple kindness can be that thread.
We need to remind ourselves just how hard the hidden stories around us might be, and to approach each person as a delicate, breakable, invaluable treasure—and to handle them with care.
As you make your way through the world today, people won’t be wearing signs to announce their mourning or to alert you to the attrition or to broadcast how terrified they are—but if you look with the right eyes, you’ll see the signs.
There are grieving people all around you.
Go easy.
فكرة نقل جزء من حادث فردي ونشره فكره غير مستساغة ، فتلك الحوادث تُعد حالات نادرة في المجتمع ولا تعتبر ظاهرة حسبما نراه ، القصد أنك لو تدخلت حينذا الحادث لمناصرة صاحب الحق كان أحرى من نشر حادث قد لا يكون حقيقيا او حقيقياً وقد تمت تجزأته قد لا يعكس أخلاق المجتمع .
وَالنَفسُ مِن خَيرِها في خَيرِ عافِيَةٍ = وَالنَفسُ مِن شَرِّها في مَرتَعٍ وَخِمِ
تَطغى إِذا مُكِّنَت مِن لَذَّةٍ وَهَوًى = طَغيَ الجِيادِ إِذا عَضَّت عَلى الشُكُمِ
بل انا قطوه احصلها نايمه تحصلني امشي شوي شوي وبهدوء علشان ما ازعجها واخرعها فكيف انسان يستهزء بانسان اخر ماسوى له شي او حصل منه اذى!!!! والله عيب
وَالنَفسُ مِن خَيرِها في خَيرِ عافِيَةٍ = وَالنَفسُ مِن شَرِّها في مَرتَعٍ وَخِمِ
تَطغى إِذا مُكِّنَت مِن لَذَّةٍ وَهَوًى = طَغيَ الجِيادِ إِذا عَضَّت عَلى الشُكُمِ
الشرهه على اهلهم
ارتقوا فإن القاع مزدحم
انت الوحيد الي خذت الانطباع العام ، ولا كل الي ردو فهموا اني اقصد فئة معينة ، فمب معقولة العشرة الي ردو علي وفهمو قصدي يكونون غلطانين وانت الوحيد الي صح ، وبعدين اذا تدخلت وقل ادبه علي تبيني اسكت ولا ارد عليه وتوصل السالفة للشرطة وانا في هالعمر علشان ترتاح انت ؟ ومن وين حكمت ان محد بيقرى واذا قرو مابيطبقون؟ اذا الكفار اسلموا وهم معديين عمر الثلاثين والستين ، بجيون عند الطبع مابيغيرونه ؟ من اهداف المننتديات اظهار العيوب واصلاحها فمن حق اي انسان ان يتملم عن اي عيب يشوفه ويوعي الناس فيه
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