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 We adopted a teen mom after we lost our child—her secret shattered everyone.   My wife and I longed for a child. Our dream finally came true a few years ago, but our baby tragically died late in the pregnancy. Hannah stopped smiling. The house grew quieter. Even the air felt heavier. One evening, I drove to a small church and prayed for one thing: "Please… GIVE MY WIFE HER JOY BACK." On the way home, I heard something that made my stomach drop. A NEWBORN CRYING—coming from behind a dumpster. At first, I thought my grief was playing tricks on me. But the crying got louder… and then I saw HER. A teenage girl, shaking, eyes swollen from tears, clutching a baby like she was trying to keep him alive with her own body. I said, as gently as I could, "Hey… are you okay? Do you need help?" She snapped, "GO AWAY." I should've walked away. But I heard that baby, and I just… couldn't. Not after what we'd lost. So I said, "Okay. Then I'll call 911...

 My uncle raised me after my parents died. After his funeral,  I received a letter in his handwriting: "If you're reading this—I'm dead. But you need to know the truth." I'm 26F, and I haven't been able to walk since I was 4. That's when the crash happened. My parents died that night. I survived… but my body was never the same. The state began discussing foster care, but my uncle stepped in and put a stop to it. "I'm taking her," he said. "I'm not handing her to strangers. She's my niece." Ray didn't seem like the gentle type, but to me, he was the safest person in the world. He tried to give me everything he could. He learned to do my makeup from videos so that I could feel pretty. He took me to parks and fairs in my wheelchair, bought me sweet treats, and always found ways to make my world feel a little bigger. When I cried because I'd never dance or just stand in a crowd, he'd sit on my bed, jaw tight. "Y...

 I adopted a girl with eyes like my late husband's – a year later, I found a photo in her bag that made my blood run cold. I'm 43. I lost my husband, Dylan, two years ago. We wanted kids so badly. Tried for years. Doctors. Tests. Hope, then disappointment. Over and over. Then one morning, he collapsed while tying his running shoes. Heart attack. He was gone. At his funeral, standing in front of his casket, I promised him through my tears: I will adopt a child. The child we never got to have. Three months later, I walked into an adoption agency. I wasn't looking for a sign. I wasn't spiritual like that.  Until I saw HER — a girl sitting alone in the corner of the playroom. When she looked up at me, the air left my lungs. She had Dylan's eyes. Literally. One hazel, one startlingly blue. The same rare HETEROCHROMIA that had always made his eyes unforgettable. Her name was Diane. She was twelve. I knew immediately. It felt like Dylan had reached back and placed her in f...

  Even though many people didn’t support my marriage, I have no regrets. ‎ I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 23. He proposed when I was 18, but my father asked me to wait until I was at least 20 to get married. So, we got married two years later. ‎ ‎My husband’s father didn’t approve, and my friends said I was giving up my youth and would regret it. But they were wrong. From the day we got married, I have felt loved and have loved him deeply. We have three children, several dogs, and a wonderful life together. ‎ ‎I graduated a year after our wedding, and we both went on to study for our Master’s degrees at the University of Texas at Austin with the help of scholarships. Later, I earned another Master’s degree and built a successful career. But I always made sure to spend my afternoons with my kids and my evenings with my husband. He enjoys going out to eat, watching movies, and just spending time together. ‎ ‎For me, marriage has been the best decision of my life. ...

 I literally can't stop crying while I type this. I'm shaking.  My MIL forced me to clean her ENTIRE house while my hands were still bandaged from a fire — but she ended up getting the absolute WAKE-UP CALL of her life. So, my husband and I were living in my grandma's old house until a week ago when everything just... burned. Middle of the night. Smoke, sirens, total PANIC. I burned my hands so badly trying to save our dog. The ER had to wrap them in these thick, heavy bandages and told me: DO NOT USE THEM. We had nowhere to go, so my husband asked his parents if we could crash there for a few weeks. They said yes, but honestly? It felt like they hated us being there.  My MIL was a nightmare from day one. "Cook what WE like," "Show some gratitude," "Bring me coffee in bed." I just tried to stay invisible and ignore the throbbing in my hands. My husband kept begging me, "Just a little longer, please." But then this morning. 6:00 AM. I ...

  ‎I love seeing the good in people! Today, as I flew up to Washington, a sweet 94-year-old lady got on my plane. ‎ She was frail and had trouble walking back to her seat. There was some confusion about where she was supposed to sit. ‎ ‎In first class, a kind gentleman noticed and waved me over. He said, “Can you please help her and let her sit in my seat? I’ll take hers.” He walked back with me to help her to first class. She was so moved. She gave him a big hug and said, “In all my 94 years, no one has ever done that for me. Thank you, young man.” She had tears of gratitude in her eyes. ‎ ‎It was amazing to see how his small act of kindness changed the mood of everyone on the flight. We should all look for little ways to help others and show kindness. In this busy world, let’s all try to Be the Good. ‎ ‎Credit goes to the original owner.