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 I was out for an ordinary walk with my rescue dogs when a neighbor decided they didn't belong in our neighborhood. What followed taught her, and a few others, that kindness has a way of standing its ground. I'm 75 years old, born and raised in Tennessee. I've spent most of my life taking in the ones nobody else wanted. I didn't plan it that way when I was younger. It just happened, one broken and forgotten thing at a time. I didn't plan it that way when I was younger. As a girl, I initially found injured birds near the creek. Then it was stray cats when my husband and I bought our little house. After he passed, it became dogs. Not the cute ones folks lined up for, but those that people whispered about. The scared ones. The injured ones. The ones who had already learned what it felt like to be left behind. That's how I ended up with Pearl and Buddy. After he passed, it became dogs. They were small rescue dogs, both under 20 pounds, both unable to use their back ...

  I thought my husband was just being cruel and cheap when he refused a $20 coat for our shivering son at Goodwill. Then I found the key to the locked garage and realized how wrong I was. I was a mom crying in the middle of Goodwill over a used coat. I stood in the aisle holding a navy blue puffer jacket. The zipper stuck a little. It smelled like someone's attic. But it was thick. It was warm. And it was 20 dollars. "He doesn't even have a real coat." "Please, Mark," I whispered. "Just look at him." Our seven-year-old, Liam, was dragging his left leg as he pushed a toy truck along the shelf. His hoodie was thin and faded, cuffs frayed to strings. "The forecast says it's dropping to ten degrees on Thursday," I said. "He doesn't even have a real coat." Mark didn't look. He reached out, snatched the jacket from my hands, and shoved it back on the rack. "Is Daddy mad at me?" "Put it back, Sarah," he ...

 I thought the hardest part of my life was leaving home and starting over in a new place. I was wrong. The hardest part was realizing, years later, that something I avoided reading might explain everything I could never move on from. Fourteen years is a long time to carry something without knowing it's still weighing you down. I didn't realize that until last week, standing in the dusty heat of my attic, surrounded by boxes I hadn't touched since my 20s. Old textbooks. A cracked suitcase. A jacket I hadn't worn since I was 18. I'm 32 now. A doctor. A man who built a life exactly the way he planned — except for the part that mattered most. Back then, I thought I understood sacrifice. I thought I knew what it meant to leave something behind. I was wrong. High school feels unreal when I think about it now, like a place I only visited in a dream. I grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone, routines felt permanent, and the future seemed destined to mirror the...

  From a modest apartment in the Bronx to a level of fame and fortune few could ever dream of, Chuck Negron’s life was a remarkable journey of talent, struggle, and triumph. Now, that story has come to an end. Negron — the unmistakable voice behind some of Three Dog Night’s most iconic hits — has died at the age of 83. The founding member of the legendary band passed away on Monday, Feb. 2, at his home in Studio City, California, surrounded by family, according to his publicist. In his final months, Negron had been battling heart failure along with chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD). “Negron was a testament to never giving up – persevering through everything life throws at you, everything you may throw at yourself, and striving on,” his publicist said in a statement. Born on June 8, 1942, Negron was raised in the Bronx by his father, Charles Negron, a Puerto Rican nightclub performer, and his mother, Elizabeth Rooke. From a young age, music was woven into his life as he s...

  Today co-host Savannah Guthrie’s mother, Nancy, disappeared on Saturday. A friend called the police when she didn’t show up to church on Sunday, and since then, a large search-and-rescue team has been trying to locate her. Now, police share a new update, saying she was possibly kidnapped from her home. Savannah Guthrie’s mom, Nancy Guthrie, 84, was last seen in her home in the Catalina Foothills, north of Tucson, Arizona, on Saturday. In a press conference on Sunday, Feb. 1, Pima County Sheriff Chris Nanos revealed that search and rescue teams have been searching on the ground and in the air He also confirmed that a homicide team had been brought in to aid in the investigation; however, nothing pointed towards any criminal activity at that point. “We’re pretty much just throwing everything at this that we can. Guthrie is 84 years old and is not of good physical health, and so naturally that’s a great concern,” Chris Nanos said. “This is very concerning to us. We don’t typically g...

 The front door slammed open so hard it rattled the walls, and my fourteen-year-old son stood there shaking, snow clinging to his hair — an elderly woman limp in his arms. That was the moment I learned how fast an ordinary night can turn into something you can never undo. The onions were burning. I realized it a second too late, the sharp smell stinging my eyes just as the front door flew open with a bang that rattled the walls. "Mom!" Jake's voice cracked. Not yelled — broken. I dropped the spoon and ran into the hallway, already bracing for blood, for sirens, for something I couldn't yet name. "Jake, what—" I stopped. He was standing just inside the doorway, snow blowing in behind him, his boots soaked through. In his arms was a woman. An elderly woman. Her gray hair clung to her face in wet strands, her coat hanging off her like it didn't belong to her anymore. She looked impossibly small and was trembling so hard her teeth clicked. "Oh my God,...