When humans human beautifully.
A break from all the cruelty and depravity.
Hi Friends,
I came across the following post a couple nights ago from a guy named Kevin on Threads.
Hey Y'all. Today might be one of the hardest days of my life. Please tell me something beautiful.
Here are a handful of the 500 responses—and a couple pics—he received from “strangers” on the app:
When I was really young, we were dirt poor. My dad cut wood and my stepmom worked for the forestry department. We got commodities and our clothes were handz-me-downs from cousins and the church thrift store. Christmas was coming, and my dad was upset every day that he couldn't get us anything. On Christmas Eve, we heard loud bells, and then footsteps on our roof. My dad ran outside to see what was going on and found bags of wrapped gifts all stacked on our porch. The fire chief was climbing off the roof. Neighbors, friends, and the people at the forestry dept had gotten together, and made Christmas for my whole family. For years, I thought it was all from Santa. I believed in him for way longer than a kid should. Now, I make sure I am Santa for anyone that needs it.The world is full of good things. Sometimes, the good thing is just us being kind to each other.
I work at a Bath & Body Works. At least two middle school kids have come in nervously with cash to buy valentine’s gifts for their crushes. Love is alive amongst the babies.
My father and I spent many years not speaking to each other. Out of the blue after getting his life together he wanted to meet his grandson for the first time. He treats us to McDonald’s which was the only thing in his budget. He regularly sent us both a few dollars like an allowance after that. After he passed suddenly I was cleaning his apt. Found a journal as a gift for me. It caught me up on the years we missed. He showed love while also respecting my space for what I lost. I’m whole again.
There is a profound beauty in human resilience. The fact that you can experience deep pain and still look for something beautiful is a testament to the strength of your spirit. It is the "kintsugi" of the soul: the cracks are where the gold gets poured in.
Today my nonverbal son told me he loved me with his talking device. It was the first time he's ever done it.I hope whatever you're going through today turns out in your favor. I'm sending positive vibes your way!
You’ve got kind eyes, and a trustworthy face. The energy that runs through your body is the same as the energy the allows the stars to shine in the night sky. You are relative to the cosmos and nothing can stop you.
Studies of birds’ brains show that not only do they dream in their sleep, they’re dreaming in song, practicing the melodies of their calls for when they wake up. So whatever you’re going through today, whatever darkness you’re in, your brain and heart and music are all still there, resilient and immovable, and there WILL come a morning again when you wake up ready to sing.
I'm not sure what you're facing, but I know that you're still here and surviving. If we could only have a picture show of what we have already been through in our lives and then see that we made it. I'm so glad that you reached out. Together is always stronger. We're with you now.
Humans still make art cats nap near books dogs have lovely adventures and naps and an entire community is rallying around you. All the love.
The moon exists.
And here was his response the next morning:
Good morning you beautiful souls! Thank you for the kind words and the support yesterday. It matters more to me than you can all ever know. Life is tough, tougher alone, but that's just an illusion. We're never alone, not if we have the courage to reach out and the humility to accept others love when so freely and unconditionally offered. I love you all. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Three times it is said. Blessed Be. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🖤
As we all grapple with how brutal and depraved human beings can be, let us remember how compassionate and kind we can be too. During this seemingly endless difficult time, let’s not forget to be intentional about tapping into the beauty here. The beauty in one another. And asking for help when we need it. A simple please tell me something beautiful can change the course of your day.
On that note, please tell me something beautiful.
Friends, we are powerful beyond measure when united in love.
In love and solidarity,
xoxo…Scott
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You, my friend, are beautiful. There are many days that your light inspires a spark in me.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I have been angry at my father for most of my life. At the end of 2024 he was diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia and the dementia changed him, made him softer, less angry, and he emoted more. As his mental and physical health declined, I spent more time with him and this softer version of him. He died on Friday and I am immensely grateful for the time we spent together over this past year, for the changed relationship we had with each other. I don't despise him anymore and I am not angry with him (that comes and goes!). And that's beautiful.