Many people are afraid of cold weather and what it brings, let alone animals. Some animals live a beautiful life. They have owners, a home, food and everything they need. On the other hand, there are those animals that suffer. They spend every day fighting for survival. In addition to being able to remain traumatized after terrible storms and thunderstorms, it can also physically affect them.
Fortunately for these dogs, the bus driver has a big heart. In Buenos Aires, this story happened. The bus driver, regardless of the rules that were set for him, opened the door and let the dogs inside. He did that so they would not freeze. He gave them something they never had, security and warmth.
This event, very touching for all of us, happened when the bus driver took pity on two wet dogs, which were shaking abnormally due to bad weather. Although he subconsciously had all the rules related to his job, including that the city does not allow dogs and other animals to be brought into their transports, the bus driver decided to take this step.
He consciously risked his job and everything he has, to help the dogs feel nice and happy at least for a moment. Man thinks in a way that it is worth losing a job for two living beings. It cannot be compared in any way.
As is obvious, the passengers noticed all this and recorded it on their mobile phones. Pictures and footage were quickly shared on social media, and other people were asked to find homes for these dogs, if they could. Many people witnessed the kindness and kindness of the man who drove the bus, so he has a clear conscience.
Due to the fact that the pictures and footage were shared incredibly fast, so did the gentlemen of this gentleman. A statement from the city confirming that they do not want animals in public transport has been confirmed. But this time they made an exception and did not punish the man for his kindness.
A work not seen every day. Given that you, too, have now witnessed this amazing endeavor of bus drivers, we would be glad if you would send this to all dog lovers you know.
Our Granddaughter Demanded We Sell Our House to Help Her Boyfriend Start a Business – We Gave Her a Reality Check
When Mary and George become grandparents, they want nothing more than to spoil their granddaughter, Ellie. But as Ellie grows into herself, and is almost off to college—the couple have to teach her a lesson in understanding whom to trust with her heart, and their money.
The moment my daughter, Monica, was married, I realized that George and I had finally earned our time off. We were the parents of a married woman, who would eventually give us grandchildren.
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And until those grandchildren came into our lives—we were going to take advantage of the healthy years we had left.
A few years later, Monica and Eddie gave birth to our only granddaughter, Ellie.
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Time flew with George and I doting on her. She was our chance at redemption—for us to parent correctly.
“This little girl is everything,” George said when we came home from the hospital on the day Ellie was born.
“We’re going to give her all that we can, Mary, okay?” he said as we got into bed.
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I agreed. This was our opportunity to do everything correctly—and we had money now, so spoiling our granddaughter was something that we could do.
Fast forward to eighteen years later.
Now, Ellie is in high school, almost on her way to college. She grew up in front of us with all the attitude that Monica had as a child—and George and I relished every moment of it.
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But then, Ellie’s attitude changed. Her feisty personality was no longer cute but rather something that threatened to change everything about her.
That Sunday morning began like any other, with the breeze taking over the kitchen as I did the weekly pancake and bacon breakfast. It was a routine that George and I had established so many years ago, that it was almost second nature now.
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George made us cups of tea—the way he always did—when the doorbell rang, slicing through the calm morning.
I switched off the stove and went to answer.
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There she was, our granddaughter, standing at the threshold, her eyes completely avoiding mine.
“Hi, darling,” I said, stepping aside to let her in. “You’re just in time for breakfast!”
Ellie frowned slightly and nodded to George when he came to see who was at the door.
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“Come on, the bacon is extra crispy,” George told her, reaching out to hug her.
But Ellie shook her head.
“Look, I’ll get straight to the point,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, betraying the cold front that she was putting up.
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Everything was odd about her behavior. Usually, she would barge in with hugs and kisses, and would ask us about our health. She would bring us cookies—always made with less sugar. She would make her love known.
But today, Ellie was a shadow of the child that had grown up in front of us.
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“You remember Tom?” she asked, casually.
Tom was her boyfriend. He was already in college and living off student loans. George and I had met him a few times and he had seemed decent enough. But there was always something about him that seemed off to me.
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“I don’t know what she sees in him, Mon,” I told my daughter one afternoon when we went to a coffee shop to catch up.
“I don’t know either, Mom,” Monica said, digging into a slice of cake. “Eddie isn’t happy about her dating someone older, but you know Ellie. She made her case about it, saying that Tom was good for her. And that he was helping her understand the transition between high school and college.”
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Now, Ellie leaned against the wall and continued to speak.
“Tom’s got this startup idea, right? And it is all about renewable energy or something along those lines. He has been speaking to lots of people—advisors and so on. It could be big. Like huge. But there’s a catch. He needs cash to really get it going.”
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I watched as my granddaughter took her phone out of her pocket. She continued to avoid eye contact with us.
George and I exchanged a glance. I had a feeling of what was going to come next.
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But still, Ellie’s words felt like a punch to the gut, delivered with a coldness that I couldn’t believe. It wasn’t something that I had ever associated with her.
“I need you guys to sell the house and move in with Mom and Dad. You’ll get a lot of money from this house, especially because of the neighborhood. It’s a good thing. And you’re old anyway, don’t you want to be back with Mom?”
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“And then what?” I asked.
“And then you can give the money to Tom for his project!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.
George’s cup clattered against the saucer, his brow furrowed deeply in pain and disbelief at the disrespect coming from Ellie.
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“Ellie,” he said. “This is our home. Not some investment to cash out. It is filled with every memory of us, of our family. Why would you ask us to just give it up for a business venture that sounds like a scheme?”
I remained silent. I didn’t want to step in yet. I sat down on the couch, waiting for George to make Ellie see reason.
Ever since she was a little girl, he was the one person to get her to calm down and get back to herself.
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“Because you’re my grandparents!” Ellie’s voice cracked, her usual composure slipping. “You should want to help me. Tom’s idea will work. You’ll see. We just need this startup capital.”
The room filled with a tense silence, the kind that suffocates.
I could see the desperation in her eyes, a wild, unsettling determination. It was clear that she was lost in her love for Tom, seeing only what she wanted to see.
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But I knew in my gut that Tom wasn’t the right person for her. Despite the age difference, there was just something wrong about them.
George and I exchanged a look of shared heartache. We both knew that confronting her directly wouldn’t help—it would only drive her away and try to find the money in a different way.
“We’ll see what we can do,” George told her.
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After she left, we sat down, the weight of her visit pressing down on us. I began to wash the dishes, letting George come up with a plan.
“We need to show her, not tell her, about this man’s true character,” he said, his voice resolute.
George went into an elaborate scam about creating a fake lottery ticket.
“Don’t worry, Mary, Johnny is a wizard on his computer, he can create it for us.”
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Johnny was our neighbor’s son, and he was always creating posters for missing pets around the neighborhood.
George’s idea was a harmless trick meant to unveil Tom’s intentions without causing permanent scars. We spoke to Johnny, ordering a ticket designed for a jackpot winner and sent it to Tom anonymously—suggesting that it was a lucky draw from a local store.
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The result was more immediate and devastating than we’d anticipated.
Two days later, as I was vacuuming the living room, Ellie returned, her face pale and streaked with tears.
“What happened?” I asked, enveloping her into my arms.
“Tom’s gone,” she said. “Grandpa told me what he did. And as soon as Tom thought that he had won, he packed his bags. He left to start his real life in the Caribbean—without me.”
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Her voice broke, and my heart with it.
I knew that Tom was going to end in heartbreak, but I didn’t think that it was going to happen so soon.
“I thought he loved me,” she whimpered. “How could I have been so blind?”
I stroked her hair, feeling her shudder with each sob.
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“Oh, sweetheart, we didn’t want to hurt you like this,” I murmured, my own eyes damp with sorrow. “We just needed to see if he was the real deal before all of our lives changed to help him.”
As the weeks turned into months, Ellie’s wounds began to heal. She spent more time with us, bringing her art material and setting herself up in the living room.
Eventually, Tom was just another part of her growing up experience.
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What would you have done?
If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you |
When Eliza’s 10th wedding anniversary comes around, she hopes that Tom will take her away for a romantic getaway. But when he forgets about their anniversary and needs to work, she turns it into a girls’ weekend, only for her to see that Tom’s business trip is a rendezvous with his mistress.
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