The woman on the left is a mother from Miami who was so desperate to feed her hungry family that she was trying to steal a lot of food.
The woman on the right is Miami-Dade County Police Officer Vicki Thomas. Officer Thomas was about to arrest Jessica Robles but changed her mind at the last minute.
Instead of arresting her, she bought Robles $100 worth of groceries:
“I made the decision to buy her some groceries because arresting her wasn’t going to solve the problem with her children being hungry.”
And there’s no denying they were hungry. Robles’ 12 year old daughter started crying when she told local TV station WSVN about how dire their situation was:
“[It’s] not fun to see my brother in the dirt hungry, asking for food, and we have to tell him, ‘There is nothing here.’”
Officer Thomas says she has no question that what she did was right:
“To see them go through the bags when we brought them in, it was like Christmas. That $100 to me was worth it.”
But Officer Thomas did have one request:
“The only thing I asked of her is, when she gets on her feet, that she help someone else out. And she said she would.”
And guess what? The story gets even better.
After word got out about what happened people donated another $700 for Jessica Robles to spend at the grocery store.
And then best of all a local business owner invited her in for an interview and ended up hiring her on the spot as a customer service rep.
She started crying when he told her:
“There’s no words how grateful I am that you took your time and helped somebody out. Especially somebody like me.”
And to think it all started with one veteran police officer trusting her “instinct” instead of going “by the book”.finally some good news to read
I thought this would be another frustrating article about the government messing up people’s lives but this was pleasantly different
Bethan Laura Wood: Stain
Stain is a set of a teacups designed to improve through use. This project examines the assumption that use is damaging to a product, for example, scratches on an iPod).
The interior surface of the cup is treated so as to stain more in predetermined places. The more the cups are used, the more the pattern is revealed. Over time they will build up an individual pattern dependent on the users personal way of drinking tea.
the past was fucked up
the present ain’t too much better
"Hey Harold, I made this cool vest, I think it’ll fit you!"
"Oh neat! *puts on vest* how’s it look?"
"That looks fantastic! Go stand by the hedges, I’ll take a picture!"
"Okay! wait, that’s not a camera, that’s a whAT THE FU—"
"Hey Harold. Hey, Harold? You okay, buddy?"
"HEY JOHNNY, YOU OWE ME A FIVER"
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Just caSUALLY STICKING MY 2 YEAR OLD CHILD OUT OF A THIRD STOREY WINDOW BECAUSE IT NEEDS SUNLIGHT TO GROW."
"My child is a plant."
Cold, angry eyes stared down at the lifeless body that had been hauled onto the river’s bank just seconds before. Every fiber of his being was telling him to leave. He’d already failed his mission by rescuing the dying man, he didn’t need to fuck it up further. Still, he felt firmly rooted in place. He knelt down beside the Captain, sand and blood clinging to both of their sopping wet outfits, keeping his gaze fixed on the larger man’s face.
From somewhere buried deep inside him he felt a vague sense of alarm.
Captain America - Steve Rogers - was not breathing.
He reached around his neck to check for a pulse with the only hand that could feel it. Weak; he’d probably lost a fair amount of blood after being shot several times by the hand now making sure he was still alive. What an idiot. The both of them were. He should have killed him while he had the chance - instead he dove into the water after him, forcing his own battered body to swim him to the shore. He still didn’t know why. He felt nothing for this man. He was an assassin - a soldier - not someone who saved people. And yet, for some godforsaken reason, he couldn’t bring himself to let this man die.
The Winter Soldier lifted the Captain’s head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to his.
By the time Steve had finished coughing up water and managed to open his own eyes, he was alone, left only with the sound of the river and a too-familiar taste on his lips.
(i’m dumb bye)
if the broadway and theatre community dislikes bootlegs so much and don’t want people filming their shows they need to work on making theatre a more accessible form of media by filming shows professionally because you know they talk a lot about being a very open welcoming community but don’t do anything to make that community welcoming to people who can’t afford to see shows or people who live in rural areas and are literally unable to attend shows at all