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The internet is full of enough stories to depress you and make you lose faith in humanity. This thread is the antidote. Post stories that make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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CASWELL LAKES -– German shepherds were bred for intelligence to protect sheep flocks from predators. They are revered for their loyalty and renowned to be sensitive to people’s emotions. While a collie named Lassie may be best known as a dog hero for the saying “Lassie, go get help,” Buddy carried on the tradition set by German shepherds Strongheart and Rin Tin Tin when he went to get help after his owners’ Caswell Lakes property caught on fire on April 4, 2010.

Like usual, Buddy was beside his human companion, Ben Heinrichs, who was working in the family’s shop. A heater ignited chemicals the 23-year-old was working with, giving Ben flash burns to his face. The flames quickly grew as Ben escaped the shop. However, Buddy was briefly entrapped inside the burning shed when Ben shut the shop door behind him to keep the flames from spreading. After extinguishing the flames on his body, Ben immediately realized his dog was still inside the shed and went back in to let Buddy out. After Buddy exited the shed, Ben said to him, “Buddy, we need to get help.”

Buddy headed for the woods, but not to hide as his owners expected the shy dog to do. Instead he ran to Caswell Loop Road where he eventually found help.

Alaska State Trooper Terrence Shanigan was struggling with finding the fire in the Caswell Lakes area outside Willow, which has approximately 75 miles of back roads.

He had just received a frantic phone message calling for help left by neighbors of the Heinrichs who are members of the local neighborhood watch program.

Shanigan’s global positioning device froze up on him, and dispatch was trying to pinpoint the address among the maze of neighborhood back roads. He was planning on taking a turn that would send him the long way around the neighborhood when Buddy appeared as a shadow at the edge of Shanigan’s moose lights on his patrol vehicle.

When Shanigan approached the intersection, the dog looked at him, and took off running down a side road. Shanigan acted on a hunch that the loose dog was there for a purpose and followed the running dog through three turns that eventually led the Heinrichs’ property.

Every once in a while during the run back to his home, Buddy looked back at Shanigan’s car as if to make sure the trooper was following. By the time Shanigan reached the property, the work shop was fully engulfed in flames that also lapped precariously close to the Heinrichs’ house.

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Reply 1 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-29-10 06:18:36 AM)
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I saw a video of that. Good dog!

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Reply 2 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-29-10 08:27:04 PM)
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If anyone wants to hear it/who hasn't heard this? Probably just FA:

My cat Pita was attacked by our neighbour's two dogs on St. Patrick's Day. Her stomach was torn open and by the time my mom was able to run the dogs off, Pita's back half was essentially torn apart. Pita literally ripped her own claws out defending herself. Mom wrapped her in a towel and my parents sped off to the vet, where Pita remained for over a week.

She was extremely touch and go; first the vet wasn't sure Pita would be able to control her bowels and then wasn't sure she would ever walk again. The vet suggested we consider putting her down, but we just couldn't. Pita's behaviour and personality were of a cat who had never been attacked and torn nearly in two. Eventually she was strong enough to sit upright. Her back left leg was completely unresponsive but her right leg was fine and her tail twitched sometimes in irritation. The vet, who was essentially astonished that Pita survived in the first place, eventually recommended amputating the back left leg because it was getting in the way--Pita tripped over it when she tried to walk, and the lack of mobility was causing the muscles in her good leg to atrophy.

She finally came home and over the next week or so became more and more depressed; she refused to eat, refused to drink, and spent most of her time sleeping. She lost a pound every five days. We took her back to the vet and found that she was very anemic. She received a blood transfusion and iron supplements, and from there she gained back two pounds. On Monday, she was finally healthy enough to undergo the surgery necessary to remove her dead left leg.

It's now Thursday, and Pita has spent most of the day outside and hopping around. She can't move very far or very fast & she gets tired easily, so she kind of plops down wherever she is, catches her breath, and is off again. We have had to chase or even hunt her down multiple times since all this happened because she absolutely refuses to accept her injury. Cats are relatively aware of themselves, and I think Pita knows something's different, but she denies herself allowance to mope about it. She's leapt off the deck to get in the garden, she's hopped down the steps to lay in the sun, and she's bounded across the lawn to sleep under the trees. It's amazing how she doesn't give up.

Next, hopefully, is finishing the final round of antibiotics and finally allowing Pita to sleep outside of the crate we have her in at night. But the main thing to remember in all this is that she's going to be okay.

Also, this is her.


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Reply 3 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-29-10 08:42:11 PM)
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that's so sad, amphy. makes me want to find my kitty, force her indoors, and never let her outside again MAGUSMAGUSMAGUSMAGUS
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Reply 4 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-29-10 10:03:50 PM)
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Pita would be so pissed if we didn't let her outside anymore. She loves being out in the sun. Also, it's pretty sad but I'm so pleased that it's turned out to have a happy ending. Pita has more speed and grace on three legs than her obese son, Lucky, has on four.

She was also able to haul herself into a flower pot for a nap today.

e: also she's turned into a complete attention whore from all this. My mom wraps her in a towel (to protect the stitches) and lets Pita watch Wheel of Fortune every night. One night mom had dinner late, and Pita meowed until mom picked her up and turned on Wheel of Fortune. Don't feel bad for her. She's milking this for all it's worth.
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Reply 5 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-30-10 03:36:49 AM)
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I'm glad my cats are indoor cats. That's such a horrible thing to have happen. Glad to hear she's okay. Cats are pretty tough animals.
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Reply 6 of 19 (Originally posted on: 04-30-10 09:44:03 PM)
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cute, if not heartwarming.

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Thursday was shaping up to be just another school day for 13-year-old Erik Martin, but then something extraordinary happened: Spider-Man called.

Spider-Man happens to be one of the few people who knows that Erik, too, has a secret identity — he's Electron Boy, a superhero who fights the powers of evil with light.

And Spider-Man needed Erik's help.

Erik, who is living with liver cancer, has always wanted to be a superhero. On Thursday, the regional chapter of the Make-A-Wish Foundation granted him that wish with an elaborate event that involved hundreds of volunteers in Bellevue and Seattle.

The local chapter, which serves four states, grants more than 300 wishes every year to children with life-threatening medical conditions, but only a few of them involve so many participants.

Pulling off a wish like this one required a big story, and a lot of heart. And so, with a note of panic in his voice, Spider-Man explained the dilemma: "Dr. Dark" and "Blackout Boy" had imprisoned the Seattle Sounders in a locker room at Qwest Field. Only Electron Boy could free them.

Erik got into his red-and-blue superhero costume, and called on the powers of Moonshine Maid, who owns a DeLorean sports car. For good measure, more than 20 motorcycle officers from the Bellevue Police Department and King County and Snohomish sheriff's offices escorted Electron Boy to Seattle.

"They shut down 405 — they shut down I-90," marveled Moonshine Maid, aka Misty Peterson. "I thought it would just be me, in the car."

At Qwest Field, Electron Boy was directed by frantic fans to the Sounders locker room, where the entire team was shouting for help behind jammed doors. With a little help from Lightning Lad, the alter ego of local actor Rob Burgess, Erik opened the door with his lightning rod. The Sounders cheered.

"Thank you, Electron Boy," said defender Taylor Graham.

"You saved us!" exclaimed forward Nate Jaqua.

"Good job, big man," said defender Tyrone Marshall. And forward Steve Zakuani mutely bowed his thanks. Electron Boy seemed a little dazed by his powers. Out on Qwest Field, the Sounders gave Erik a hero's congratulations, posed for pictures and gave him a jersey and autographed ball.

Everyone was startled when, overhead, the Jumbotron crackled to life.

"Electron Boy, I am Dr. Dark and this is Blackout Boy," sneered an evil voice, as the villain — Edgar Hansen, and his sidekick Jake Anderson, both of Discovery Channel's "Deadliest Catch" — taunted the young superhero. "We are here to take over Seattle and make it dark!"

On the Jumbotron, a video showed a Puget Sound Electric employee Jim Hutchinson trapped in the top of his bucket truck in front of PSE's Bellevue headquarters. Only Electron Boy could save him.

As Electron Boy's motorcade — the DeLorean, the 25 motorcycle officers and a white limo — rolled through downtown Bellevue, pedestrians stopped in their tracks and pulled out their cameras to take pictures. Clearly, somebody famous was in town. But who could it be?

"It's Electron Boy," Erik's older sister, Charlotte Foote, shouted out the window of the limousine.

More than 250 PSE employees gathered outside the company's headquarters and cheered as Electron Boy freed the trapped worker. "It was so loud, people in office buildings were looking out the window," said Make-A-Wish communications director Jeannette Tarcha.

But Dr. Dark and Blackout Boy were still at large. Electron Boy got a tip that the evil duo were at the Space Needle, where they had disabled the elevator and trapped people on the observation deck. Racing back to Seattle, Electron Boy stepped out of the DeLorean to a cheering crowd of dozens of admirers, and confronted his nemesis.

"How did you find us, Electron Boy?" Dr. Dark demanded.

Erik wordlessly leapt at Dr. Dark with his lightning rod, freezing the villain. Then he unlocked the elevator and freed the people trapped upstairs.

Bellevue police Officer Curtis McIvor snapped handcuffs on Dr. Dark and Blackout Boy, who couldn't resist some last words: "How can we thank you for saving our souls?"

A tiny smile played around Electron Boy's mouth. Just for good measure, he held his lightning sword to Blackout Boy's throat again. The crowd went wild. "Hip-hip, hooray!"

Seattle City Councilwoman Sally Bagshaw stepped forward with a key to the city and a proclamation that Thursday was Electron Boy Day. Afterward, Erik posed for the TV cameras, flexed his muscles and spent some time astride a Bellevue police motorcycle.

"He's over the moon," said Foote. "This is definitely beyond anything we thought it would be."

Watching her son run across the plaza in front of the Space Needle, mom Judy Martin said Erik goes to school when he's able, but is often too tired. "He hasn't had this much energy in a long time," she said. "They called it the power of the wish, and they're right."

Like any good superhero, Electron Boy kept his innermost thoughts to himself. But he did have one important thing to say:

"This is the best day of my life."


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Reply 7 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-01-10 01:27:54 AM)
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That almost brought tears to my eyes.
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Reply 8 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-07-10 07:13:28 PM)
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fyi y'all Pita died yesterday. I thought antpocas would want to know so he'd have more shitty material for RS.
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Reply 9 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-07-10 08:39:08 PM)
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I am so sorry about Pita. RIP *sigh* *sigh* *sigh*
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Reply 10 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-09-10 05:47:44 AM)
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fyi y'all Pita died yesterday. I thought antpocas would want to know so he'd have more shitty material for RS.


What happened? I thought she was doing well?
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Reply 11 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-09-10 06:02:20 PM)
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She was doing well, which is why it was such a blow. She ended up catching a virus, and then her wound got infected and it all spread into her lungs. She fought really hard but her immune system was in such a weakened state that she couldn't battle it all off. MAGUSMAGUSMAGUSMAGUS
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Reply 12 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-10-10 12:35:16 AM)
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i like that one
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.



Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes.



I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort...trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods.



This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.



I followed him back to the house; to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands! ! . When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride. Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like that actions of one little boy saved another.



This story was written by a wonderful mother to honor the memory of her beautiful Billy, who was taken from her much too soon.... But not before showing her the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.




My dear internet friend Sabrina from Savannah, Georgia sent me this wonderful story. Thanks Brina! If you come across any heartwarming stories that you would like to share, please email them to me at Barefoot_Lass@earthlink.net Don't forget to give me your name and where you are from so that I can give you credit for sending it in! Look below for other heartwarming stories. And... check out my other pages for some great hints, tips, jokes and more! If you've enjoyed your visit, maybe a friend would too.
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Reply 13 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-10-10 12:53:12 AM)
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Reply 15 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-10-10 06:04:28 AM)
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The Best Teacher Ever


There's a story from many years ago of a primary school teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson and as she stood in front of her fifth grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said she loved them all the same.

But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn't play well with the other children, his clothes were messy and he constantly needed a bath. Teddy could be quite unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold Xs and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.

However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs.. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with pretty ribbons, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to."

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded.. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class, and despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time, he explained that after he got his Bachelor degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now, his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs.. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me I could make a difference.. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
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Reply 17 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-11-10 01:15:46 PM)
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Teddy is a bitch

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Mrs. Thompson is a skanky assed whore

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Reply 19 of 19 (Originally posted on: 05-15-10 11:20:53 AM)
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Sorry about your cat Amphy, but this thread sucks hard.
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