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Sacrifices in Fiction
Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan
Heroes or their allies sacrificing themselves in fiction has been around for decades upon decades. It’s a common trope that people don’t typically get upset about. Not unless it’s done poorly. So, why are sacrifices in fiction so common among authors?
Well, the most obvious answers would be that sacrifices are what heroes do. People expect the protagonist to grow,…
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Hey
So um never done this before and really don’t want to but I am in need of some help. The job I currently have unfortunately doesn’t carry me into for the next two weeks specifically to get groceries. Right now I am down to on my last $4.25 in my account. No this is not spam or anything, just need something to help get through till next week. I do accept cashapp. If you can’t help sharing is great 😊
You can cashapp me at $queentraceb
Thank you 🙏🏾
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How easy is it to help someone out?
This is not a plea for donations or anything like that. This is about what you can do, in your daily life, to help someone in your local community.
There’s a couple of unhoused people who stay outside my veterinarian’s office. During office hours, they stay on the far side of the employee parking lot, and they use the sheltered overhang of the entrance when it’s closed. The vet lets them stay there, and they help out by going on errands to pick up lunch for the receptionists and whatnot. I’m not sure what other agreements / arrangements they have between them, but it’s a friendly relationship.
I learned this by talking to them. I had noticed them there, since my credit union is on the other side of the vet’s employee parking lot, so I’ve been seeing those same two people there for a while, and I thought I should try to give a little support. It started by walking over and handing them some money. And we chatted a little, and I learned that they (like me) use cannabis. And I had too many joints (I typically use concentrate, but bought a bulk pack of pre-rolls that I’ve been struggling to get through). So I stopped by with some joints and a little more money, which they appreciated, and some socks, which I forgot to give them that visit, but remembered to give the next one (I replace my socks every few years, and buy a bunch of the exact same color and type, and give any of my old ones that don’t have holes to someone who might need decent socks).
We chatted some more, during those times, and I mentioned that I made lentil stew a lot, and could bring some by sometime, maybe with some cornbread muffins (I have a couple boxes of the muffin mix, and I never make it for myself). They were very interested (one of them loves cornbread). I got their numbers, the next time we talked. Texted them this morning and asked 1) if today would be a good day to bring by the soup and muffins, and 2) if it was a good day, when would be a good time, within a timeframe I gave that spanned mid-morning to late afternoon (giving them autonomy in both whether and when they wanted that specific food on that day).
They asked for 3ish (my window was 9ish to 3ish). I texted when the muffins were in the oven, but did not give a specific time, and got a response. But they weren’t at the vet’s when I got there, and I don’t carry my phone with me when I leave the house (I grew up with landlines, and I cell phones never appealed to me… I own one, but not because I want to). Thankfully, the receptionist had their number. They were on their way back from their storage unit, and were five or so minutes away.
I waited. Patiently. If it had taken too long, I could have left the food and let the receptionist know. It took a couple minutes longer than they said it would, and I didn’t mind. I know life is tough, and keeping track of time is tough… and that’s for me, a housed person who doesn’t have to work for a living (thanks to SSDI). They arrived. We talked briefly, and then I ran the rest of my errands while they enjoyed some lentil stew, brown rice with butter, and fresh corn muffins. Nearly all of the ingredients came from the food bank or were purchased in bulk quantities and low prices.
After I got home, I started thinking about what I was and wasn’t willing to do, what boundaries I needed to set with myself ahead of time, and how I could help (or the types of help I was willing to offer). Realized that I have a washer and dryer. Waiting to hear back to see if they’re interested in having me run a load of laundry once a week.
From my side of things, this started because our cat is old, and we regularly need a new bag of subcutaneous fluids, a prescription refill, medicated wet and dry food, and even the occasional examination of the animal in question. So I’m at the vet’s office a lot. And it’s five to ten minutes away, by electric wheelchair (and I also have a car available to me). So… I already go there frequently. It’s nearby. And the same two people are there nearly every time, sitting on their folding chairs, watching their phone screens, maybe while inside sleeping bags if it’s cold. I go to the place multiple times a month, and it’s so close that I could add it to any trip out of the house. It’s very little added demand/responsibility on me to build a relationship with these two people and maybe bring them something every now and then.
I know that one of them is also on SSDI, and should be able to afford a place to live (a room in a shared house, maybe), but has a criminal record and is homeless and disabled (including being mostly blind). I’m hoping I can help them get into housing at some point, but that’s a conversation for another day. I have limited capacity to care for myself, and I have to take things slowly and do them in small steps with large breaks between. I’ll have to learn what they need and figure out what parts I can help with.
You can’t help everyone.
And you can’t do everything for one person.
But you can do something for someone.
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No one announced it.
No one filmed it.
No one called it heroic.
But someone chose not to walk past.
And sometimes that’s how peace actually begins.
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AI Digital Twins Are Helping People Manage Diabetes and Obesity
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AI Digital Twins Are Helping People Manage Diabetes and Obesity
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AI’s Digital You: Mastering Diabetes & Obesity
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𝐻a𝑛d𝑠 𝑇h𝑎t H𝑒l𝑝, H𝑒a𝑟t𝑠 𝑇h𝑎t H𝑒a𝑙♡
Have you ever helped someone because you wanted to, or because helping is simply who you are?
Growing up as the youngest in a family of six was both joyful and lonely. I was surrounded by love, yet I often felt a quiet emptiness. I promised myself that once I entered school, I would join activities that would make me feel whole.
That promise led me to serve in the Red Cross, the Girl Scouts, and as a Student Body Organization officer. At first, I thought I was just filling a space in my life, keeping myself busy to escape the loneliness at home. But service has a way of revealing deeper truths. What began as distraction slowly became transformation.
Through the Red Cross, where I eventually became Council President, and later as part of a larger organization in my department, I discovered that helping others was no longer just a responsibility. It became a calling. The oath I once recited was no longer just words, it became something I lived. Service stopped being an activity and started becoming my identity.
In helping others, I found something I had been searching for all along. Not recognition. Not achievement. But peace.
I realized that the hands that help others are often the same hands that heal our own hearts.
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Dear Jhai,
Our discussion about helping and peacemaking made me reflect on our family’s annual tradition of giving food to our community, especially every Christmas. I know it’s not something big or grand, and maybe to others it may seem small, but for us, it means a lot. It’s something we’ve continued doing every year, not for recognition, but simply because we want to share what we have.
We don’t usually document or post about it on social media because helping, for us, has always been quiet and sincere. But this time, I chose to share a video because I’m proud of it. Proud that despite it being simple, we still choose to show up and give. Through our discussion, I realized that helping and peacemaking don’t always have to be extraordinary acts. Sometimes, peace begins with small, consistent acts of kindness done with a genuine heart.
This topic made me appreciate how even simple traditions can reflect the true meaning of helping, doing good without expecting anything in return. And even if it’s not something big, the fact that we still do it every year makes it special. 🤍
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A groundbreaking study from the University of Birmingham reveals that people in “poor” environments are surprisingly more likely to act helpfully than those in “rich” ones.
People in Poorer Environments Are More Likely to Help Others
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A groundbreaking study from the University of Birmingham reveals that people in “poor” environments are surprisingly more likely to act helpfully than those in “rich” ones.
People in Poorer Environments Are More Likely to Help Others
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To Whoever You Were
It was last year, and I still can’t forget this experience. It happened after a long day at school, around 7-ish in the evening, when I met a stranger. At first, I was really hesitant. I thought, basin scam ni. He was talking, but I couldn’t hear him clearly. To make the story short, he asked for a favor—naa ba daw ko’y coins or some money.
At that time, coins ra gyud akong dala, so I gave him what I had. Later on, I told my mom and my friends about it. My friends thought it might have been a scam or even a human experiment, hahaha. But my mom assured me that it was okay, kay coins ra man to and naka-uli ra sad ko safe.
Even though I hesitated at first because I was unsure of his intentions, I still chose to help. It felt good knowing that even small actions can make a difference. From that experience, I learned that helping doesn’t have to be big or perfect. What matters is your intention and your willingness to give, even when you feel hesitant.
I don’t know if naka-uli ba siya or not, and he never came back to that place. All I can do now is pray that he went home safely and that everything turned out okay. In the end, I was able to help someone—even in a small way—and that alone made the experience meaningful
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Immune Cells Meant To Fight Cancer Are Secretly Helping Tumors Grow - Science News
Researchers have found that tumors can rewire neutrophils to promote cancer growth rather than suppress it. Forecasting whether a tumor will stay contained or accelerate is still one of oncology’s biggest unknowns. A team at the University of Geneva (UNIGE) and the Ludwig Institute for Cancer Research reports that one of the immune system’s most […]
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The Empath’s Paradox 🫂
Scan me 👇🏼🤳🏼
Living in a country where a failing economy is visible is a pain to the dreams of many. The rich are getting richer while the poor stay behind. I dream of helping those in need; I am aching to provide whatever I can, but how will I do it when even I need something to survive?
I encountered a young girl asking for money to buy some bread when I only had money left for my next meal. It was painful to decline, but we are both just surviving—simply on different timelines. Our government does not just need to be known in their neighborhood; our government must act and see the situations behind closed doors, on forgotten streets, and among the people who still live in the shadows of poverty.
I believe that helping and peacemaking go hand in hand. I relate this to one of the most vital topics we must understand today: the country’s problem with helping marginalized communities. There are many activists voicing these problems; some see them as enemies. It feels like “the people vs. the government,” when in fact, it should be “we,” the people and the government, standing side by side for the betterment of the country. By helping and hearing each other, there comes peace, harmony, and connected goals.
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Hm, I often just let Other Customers Cut In-Front Of Me; if they have just a few things… sometimes some people actually even jump-in trying to help me with maybe some Coins or Bills on some damn rare occasion that I might actually Come Up Short Moneywise (embarrassing, ha…but I’m not Broke. Maybe I most likely just Forgot To Grab Munneh… I’ve Paid Random Good Sams for helping me with a JumpStart before…