50 Wholesome Pics To Heal Your Soul That Are Heckin’ Awesome

My husband has a tendency to move slower on the weekends, and knowing we had alot of errands to get done, I went into the store looking for him, annoyed.

I found him, reading ingredients to an elderly man and helping him calculate ratios for what he needed, because he couldn’t do it himself anymore. And listening to him tell stories of his acres of land nearby.

I forgot about errands, our time crunch, our tasks…and thought man, if we could all just take a little time to help eachother with just the littlest things, how good we would all feel. And remembered that I snagged a good one

My husband noticed that no one was eating the oranges. I said that I think I subconsciously avoid them because I have eczema on my hands and peeling them hurts the little cuts. The next day this was in the fridge. He proceeded to peel 6 oranges for me every Sunday to last the week, and has continued to do so (when I want oranges). I never asked him to. I don’t need anything fancy. To me this is love.

Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.

"I was waiting for my prescription at Walgreen, and I noticed this man is picking up his medicines.. He is asking how much they are, and starting to get nervous about the price. The total was $170 and the pharmacist asked if he would rather only get one month of his medicines instead of 3. “THIS lady next to me, walks up to them and says: NO, he is getting all three months and pays for his bill. I was walking out of there with tears in my eyes, what an amazing woman…”

I noticed quite a few people enjoyed my post about my dog Tuesday so I thought I’d let you know why I chose the name Tuesday. I’ve had pretty amazing luck with dogs. My first dog’s name was Charlie. I never had to teach Charlie anything. He always had this ability from the first day I got him to understand me. He dedicated his life to being my best friend and protector. I have cerebral palsy so I use a manual wheelchair. Several years ago I had severe health issues and spent a long time in the hospital. Around that same time, and perhaps feeling my struggle Charlie got sick. I have a wonderful vet and we did everything we could but Charlie passed away due to kidney failure. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever been through. I wear a necklace everyday in honor of Charlie. I didn’t know if I’d ever get another dog but i eventually decided to do it. I didn’t want to name him Charlie or Charlie Jr because to me there will always be one Charlie. So I settled on the name Tuesday because Charlie was born on a Tuesday and I like to think he would be okay with that name. I hope this isn’t to upsetting for this group but I thought I’d share a picture of Charlie and I a couple years ago. Hope this story is one everyone can connect to and thanks for reading if you have time.

A father on facebook has moved the networks after writing on his account:
"The hardest thing about being a single dad, is going to the restaurant with my beautiful daughter, and she tells me she wants to go to the bathroom and I go with her to the bathroom and people stare at me strangely, she is my daughter and I have to do it because I will always take care of her, I will not send her alone. How hard it is to leave her every time I go to work far away and she stays crying screaming at me, she makes video calls and tells me where I am to go with her. I love my daughter and everything I do I do so that she has a good future and does not lack what I lacked at her age. I love this little girl, may God bless her a thousand years and lives more."
Not all men are the same, some know how to love, respect and even be fathers alone.

he's shedding but it looks like he has a gecko onesie

I am handsome

As promised, day one of action shots of Tina.

My dad opened his own engineering firm when I was maybe 6 or 7. My dream was to be a professional painter so when he bought an office building he gave me a cubicle wall to paint whatever I wanted on. It was right behind the receptionist's desk where it would be one of the first things any clients would see when they came in.
I took this photo shortly before he decided to retire and sell the building after 25ish years. I eventually lost interest in painting, and we didn't get along very well during my pain in the ass teenage years. This huge, not particularly good painting was always a strong reminder that my dad is probably the coolest, most supportive dad I could ever ask for.