In our region of the United States, it is wise to regularly inspect the area around and beneath your car to ensure that wildlife hasn’t made it into a home. When a good-hearted woman saw a baby deer dozing beneath someone else’s automobile tire, she made the decision to intervene.
A woman wanted to make sure the car’s driver was aware that a baby deer was sleeping beneath a tire, so she shаrеd this Facebook post, which quickly gained popularity.
The responses were heartfelt and occasionally humorous. Joshua Kevin Nye’s comment is the most well-likеd one thus far:
You know it was an elderly woman, but how? Why, if you saw her, didn’t she just write a message instead of telling you there was a blasted deer under the tire? I’m looking for clarification!
Another comedian expressed their hope that the motorist was literate. I suppose you can’t always get that conclusion from the way some people drive.
Cyntha Atkinson was among the kinder individuals who valued this woman’s action:
hank you for leaving the note, kind woman.
Thank you, Cyntha. One has to admire the heart of those who, rather than choosing to carry on with their lives as usual, choose to make a difference.
Would you have continued living your life, left a note, or attempted to get the deer to come out from under the car?
We moved into an old house and discovered an ancient safe in the basement — what we found inside completely changed our lives
When Fiona, Derek, and their son, Ethan, inherit a house in a new state, they jump at the opportunity for a fresh start. But during their renovations, they discover an old safe in the basement. However, their lives change forever when Ethan discovers the key to the safe.
Growing up, we were never the wealthy type. My family was pretty average, dealing with the usual stuff that people seem to juggle: credit card bills, loans, and relying heavily on paychecks just to make ends meet.
So, when I got a random call one day saying we’d inherited a house in a different state, it felt like something out of a movie.
The house belonged to my grandpa’s brother, a man we were never particularly close with. But he had passed away, and to our surprise, he left us his house in his will.
“We’ve been waiting for a new start, Fiona,” my husband, Derek, said. “I think we should take it and just start a new chapter. Ethan is starting high school, so it’s the perfect time to switch schools anyway.”
“I agree,” I said, already thinking about looking for a new job that wouldn’t leave me so stressed out. I needed to get some of my joy back. Recently, all I had been doing was working to make ends meet.
Derek was doing the same thing.
We were tired.
This new house could be exactly what we needed. It wasn’t anything fancy. It was a charming old property that had seen better days but was spacious and tucked away in a quiet neighborhood.
The idea of starting fresh, with no rent or mortgage hanging over our heads, was too good to pass up. So, we packed up our lives, crossed state lines, and moved in.
“I’m excited, Mom,” Ethan said. “I think I needed a change of scenery from town as well. I didn’t really want to go to high school with the same people I’d known since I was five years old.”
When we first arrived, the house was as expected. It was old, creaky, and full of charm but needed a little TLC.
“We’ll make it a home, Fiona,” Derek said, already going on about new flooring.
A few weeks in, Derek was already planning to replace some floorboards, and I was determined to breathe new life into the dusty old kitchen.
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