Awww, what a cool dad. When I was younger, I wanted to be a famre when I was down at my dads house, he helped me plant watermelon seeds, I wasnt able to get back to his house till the end of summer, and when I got there, there were these two huge watermelons, I was walking around like a proud peacock for a long time, LOL, I found out when I grew up that my dad had put them there, he bought them at the store.

Standing at the check out. I noticed the woman in front of me had only a few items and had trouble paying for what she had. You could tell that she needed what she had gotten and most likely a lot more but was all she could afford. I had seen this woman many times as our town is rather small. I did not know her story but asked around. I found that she lived on a fixed income which barely met her needs. I got with the local church to see if they were aware of her situation. They did not. They sent someone to talk to her to find out how they could help her. They told me that one of her biggest issues was she was having to pay late fees on her house because she could not afford the full payment so they kept adding fees. She had only 6 months to pay to have it paid off but with how they were charging her for being late she never would had gotten it paid off. I headed up with the help of the church to start a fund raiser to get her house paid off. We went to all the local businesses who not only donated funds but also placed jars for the local people to get involved. our goal was to gather 9000 dollars. Three days later we had collected enough to pay her house off. 2 days before her payment was due. When she went to make her payment the bank informed her that her home was paid in full and she no longer had to pay. The mayor found out what we had done and thought this was such a great act of kindness he started a program to help those who live in this town to get help when things get bad. It's called My Brothers Keeper.

how very KEWL!!! this is what America needs more of!

I was 19 and living in North Carolina when my grandpa died. He was a mean country hick who didn't care what anyone thought of him. He was tougher than nails. I had lived with him all my life. He was the only father figure I had ever known in my life. He never told me that he loved me, never hugged me, never shown any real affection. I called him in the hospital the night that he died. At the end of the conversation, he told me that he loved me and that he was very proud of my life and that I turned into an amazing woman. That I should stay a strong woman and remember where I came from. An hour later my mom called me and told me that he had pasted away. When I got home, my mom gave me a envelope. He had wrote me a letter for each of my important birthdays (turning 21, 25, 30, 40, 50, 60, 65, 70, 80, 90, 100). He also wrote a letter for my children to read the day that they turn 18 telling them how lucky they are to have a mother like me.