#Inspirational Story

[furiousgoldfish]

hi! been silently following for years and its been a huge help to read thru your posts.

my experience has been a strange one where my non-abusive parent did manage (at huge cost!) to take myself + my sibling and leave my narcissistic parent.

the legal system enforced regular contact with that parent (inc. weeks spent at their house) and communication between my parents until we reached 18.

because of this, abuse continued even without them always being physically in my household - it still continues now with myself + sibling in our early 20s and that parent still opening legal disputes over last 10 years of family court + child maintenance cases, and the impact on the parent who tried to be stable for us despite their own severe ptsd from the marriage

but just want to say the behaviour has been exposed. They cycled through another family (step-parent + step-siblings) plus a further partner whose lives and mental health they systematically ruined. But, by the 3rd partner the entire extended family saw a pattern of behaviour as abusive parent got overconfident, and then lashed out, further proving suspicions.

I was 21 years old before anyone was brave enough to start asking questions. The family then found out parent had lied to and played them off against one another for decades.

because of the hurt caused, they have been isolated by their own side of the family. Unfortunately, this happened soon after the birth of a new half-sibling, and the moving in of another step-parent and step-sibling, but we’ve had to let it go. We are all trying to accept and move on from the games and manipulations

even if people can never understand the impact of growing up with it, a time comes when they will see it and believe you. wishing you and everyone else the best with your own journeys

Thank you so much for telling us your story! It is incredibly encouraging to see the situation where the non-abusive parent realizes their children are being hurt, and gets out of that marriage, it is incredibly scary but it's what a good parent does.

It's so upsetting that despite this person being removed from your household, the law was on their side and enabled them to further abuse you, making it so that even your non abusive parent cannot completely protect you, when they know you're in danger of abuse.

The abusers whose partner manages to get out is on a path to get exposed publicly. Once one person leaves, that person becomes a safety point for everyone else who wants info, needs to figure out if the person is abusive, or taken as a proof that escape is possible, that one can leave.

It's again, upsetting that it takes so much time for everyone to catch on and realize what's going on! If anything they should believe the victim implicitly - nobody breaks up their family for nothing. I'm glad that finally the time is coming where everyone is starting to see it, I would love nothing more than this happening for me and every other victim of abuse.

Thank you for sharing your story, it's a very good one, with abuse finally coming to light and people communicating what's been done to them. It would be great if we could all get to this point. Abusers who manage to keep their marriage hostage usually will have far less public exposure of their abuse, and their spouse and children will not be allowed to talk about it, because they constantly have the abuser in their home. So keeping family together protects the abuser more than anyone. Leaving is a great way to expose the abuse to public, and to put them on the path of reveal. I'm proud of your parent who made it happen, and of you for figuring it all out and speaking about it.

#narcissistic parent #child abuse #domestic abuse #non-abusive parent #ask #talking about abuse #exposing abuse #abuser exposed #victims united #inspirational story

[your-heart-is-a-treasure]

Do Good and Good Comes Back To You.

- A short story with a powerful moral.

A woman baked chapatti (roti) for members of her family and an extra one for a hungry passerby.

She kept the extra chapatti on the window sill, for whosoever would take it away. Every day, a hunchback came and took away the chapatti.

Instead of expressing gratitude, he muttered the following words as he went his way:

“The evil you do, remains with you: the good you do, comes back to you!”

This went on, day after day.

Every day, the hunchback came, picked up the chapatti and uttered the words:

“The evil you do, remains with you: the good you do, comes back to you!”

The woman felt irritated.

“Not a word of gratitude,” she said to herself.

“Everyday this hunchback utters this jingle! What does he mean?”

One day, exasperated, she decided to do away with him.

“I shall get rid of this hunchback,” she said.

And what did she do?

She added poison to the chapatti she prepared for him!

As she was about to keep it on the window sill, her hands trembled. “What is this I am doing?” she said.

Immediately, she threw the chapatti into the fire, prepared another one and kept it on the window sill.

As usual, the hunchback came, picked up the chapatti and muttered the words:

“The evil you do, remains with you: the good you do, comes back to you!”

The hunchback proceeded on his way, blissfully unaware of the war raging in the mind of the woman. Every day, as the woman placed the chapatti on the window sill, she offered a prayer for her son who had gone to a distant place to seek his fortune.

For many months, she had no news of him. She prayed for his safe return.

That evening, there was a knock on the door. As she opened it, she was surprised to find her son standing in the doorway. He had grown thin and lean, his garments were tattered and torn. He was hungry, starved and weak.

As he saw his mother, he said, “Mother, it’s a miracle I’m here. While I was but a mile away, I was so famished that I collapsed. I would have died, but just then an old hunchback passed by.

I begged of him for a morsel of food, and he was kind enough to give me a whole chapatti.

As he gave it to me, he said, “This is what I eat everyday; today, I shall give it to you, for your need is greater than mine!”

As the mother heard those words, her face turned pale, she leaned against the door for support.

She remembered the poisoned chapatti that she had made that morning.

Had she not burnt it in the fire, it would have been eaten by her own son, and he would have lost his life!

It was then that she realized the significance of the words:

“The evil you do remains with you: the good you do, comes back to you!”

Moral: Do good and don’t ever stop doing good, even if it is not appreciated at that time.

#inspirational story #short story #what goes around comes around #you reap what you sow #lessons to learn #story with a moral #morals and ethics #moral stories for children #inspiring story #story to tell #story time #inspirational messages #positive message #life quotes #spiritual stories #word of advice #life reminders #wise up #be compassionate #be kind #do good #good vs evil #good morals #do what is right #right decision #islamic reminders #deep post #deen #help someone #story with a meaning

[not-a-nice-man-to-know]

Very inspired story: A Year to Live.

Anthony Burgess was forty when he learned he had a brain tumor that would kill him within a year. He had no money at the time and nothing to bequeath to his soon-to-be widow, Lynne.

Burgess had never been a professional novelist in the past; but he was always aware that he had the talent to be a writer in him. So, just to be able to leave at least the copyrights to his wife, he put a piece of paper in the typewriter and began to write his first novel. It was not even certain that what he had written could be published; but he couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“It was January 1960,” he said, “and according to the diagnosis, I had a winter, a spring, and a summer ahead of me. That year, when the leaves began to fall, I would have died too.” With that speed and haste, Burgess had managed to write five and a half novels before the year was out. E. M. Forster could only write so many in almost an entire lifetime; J. D. Salinger, one of America’s greatest writers, managed to write only half of it in his entire life.

However, Burgess did not die. His cancer first regressed; then it disappeared altogether. In his long and full life as a writer, he produced more than seventy works, most famously A Clockwork Orange. He might not have written even one of these novels had it not been for the death sentence that cancer had inflicted on him.

Most of us are like Anthony Burgess; we hide a great talent waiting for an emergency to emerge from within us.

A useful exercise in self-motivation is to ask yourself what you would do if you were in Anthony Burgess’s place and found out that you would die of cancer within a year… “What would change in my life, how would I live my last year if I had learned that I would only live one more year? ? What exactly would I do? Considering the brevity of life is a useful exercise; it often brings up surprising thoughts in your mind that will reveal your unused talents that have not yet surfaced.

Author Unknown

#life lessons #inspiring quotations #insipirational #inspirational story

[mad4indiaseo]

Women Empowerment Shaking Hands With Sustainability

The environment and the economy both benefit from sustainability. The environment is vital because it supplies us with the materials we require to survive. The economy is vital because it provides us with the employment and income we require to survive. And then comes the new age concept of Women empowerment...

#women empowerment #empowering women #tumblr #tumblr monday #motivational story #inspiring story #motivational stories #inspirational story #inspiring stories #motivational story in india #inspirational stories #women empowerment in india #Sustainability #employment

[lastoneout]

People don't like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn't be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they're basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.

Like it's just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like "we're using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can" and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.

#I decided I wanted to be a comic artist bcs homestuck inspired me #in the sense that it was like “fuck it tell your story however you want to” #and now it's like “tell your story this one specific way or fucking die” #wtf

[meinradsocien]

Agama the Lizard and Foxy the Lazy Fox (A short inspirational story by Meinrad Socien)

Agama had quick morning routines. Filling his belly was priority number one, but never allowing it to fill was his ordeal. So, he happened to meet his usual friend who was up to a hundred times his size, Foxy the lazy fox. The two had grown up together and had shared glorious moments not to be forgotten.

In the morning, they met. Confess, if their future is correct. Separate, hunt eat get fat.

“Each time I see you, my friend, you are running at supersonic speeds,” Foxy said, temporarily putting a halt to Agama’s dash. “It could have been interesting to watch only your skeleton running at this speed. I’d love to see it rattle and burn.”

“I have a meal to catch,” Agama said. “It is my priority. But should there be a need, ordeals can be addressed ahead of priorities. A meal is my priority. Life is my ordeal.”

Agama sped past. Throwing his body in the air, covering distances between rocks with jumps and briefly becoming airborne. The act of getting to the meal was exhausting and Agama’s worst fear was to arrive late. Today he was lucky.

A pride of lions were taking an early daybreak. No one would tell the kings when to work or rest because their work is usually easy to see when there is something to their credit. Agama’s breakfast climbed up and down the lion’s mane because it was attracted to the head region. The juicy green flies had picked up the scent of animal meat that the lions had eaten early in the morning. The smell was a signal and flies were answering quickly.

Agama was skilful. On two feet he jumped and caught a fly in mid-air. It was just an appetiser. He needed forty such at this dining table to walk off a lizard with no need for an extra supplement for the whole week. But halfway to the target, the lion roared, having noticed Agama diving into the mane.

Agama had heard the message. He was not going to overstay his invitation. He left, respecting his ordeal. A lion would not have taken a minute to end Agama’s ordeal if it ever wanted to.

From a distance, the fox was watching. So he waited for Agama in the path of the latter. “Well, your dining phase did not last long enough to tickle all the corners of your tummy.”

“Well,” Agama cleared his throat enough to offload his internals at once. “If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief. Since you will never know which decision of his is final, take the fewest you can and take off.”

If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief.

The fox laughed, his jaws separating wide, “He who set virtues that stop him from achieving his intentions, is scared. Fear is the enemy. Fear keeps you hungry.”

“If you wish, you can turn down a piece of advice, countering it through words of wisdom and they may help anyone while ruining you, Foxy. What qualifies words of wisdom is not the words themselves, it is relevance. I…” Agama could not finish his wordy response. Foxy had taken off.

Closer was a tree. A Martial Eagle had left a whole rabbit on the top branch. Habitually the Martial would let its prey roast on tree tops in the scorching heat of the savannah. It would wait for the result at the end of the day. A tender sun-cooked meat.

Having located the rabbit through scent, Foxy climbed the tree. He salivated on the rabbit. In his words, he was, ‘marinating the rabbit with oral spices.’ He dissected it into two and left one half as he climbed down with another.

In a cave nearby, Foxy ate steadfastly and his belly was full. He contemplated snatching the remaining piece of the rabbit. But just in time Agama, who had been looking for Foxy entered the cave and warned, “The Martial would not want you to steal from him for the second time.”

“You know I usually go back and steal the remaining meal. Why are you trying to stop me now?” Foxy licked his mouth, wiping it clean of the blood stains.

“I have noticed what the Masai humans do when they steal from lions.” Agama gestured in the direction he wanted them to take, leaving the cave. He was like a tour guide. But Foxy was not in love with the direction he was being led.

“What silly humans do?” Foxy was unconcerned. He was trying to close this dry conversation with his friend. It was only respect that was stopping him. He needed to be up in the tree and steal the remaining meat.

Agama convinced his friend to follow him. They rushed through the jungle until they rested on top of a rock pile mother nature had arranged millions of years ago to be Agama’s “viewpoint”.

“Do you see the lions,” Agama said, lying flat on the rock to capture the reserves of its heat. I want you to observe closely.”

“You just took me to a rock because you love sun basking here,” Foxy said in a giving-up gesture, feigning to return to his routines. “It is not a legend that lizards die of heat, cooked alive, enjoying the heat of the rocks. You came here to show me how you die?”

“Look,” the lizard calmly gestured with the head where the lions were beginning to dig into their buffalo meal. “The Masai men are getting closer, and they will rob the lions in daylight.”

Three Masai humans imposed themselves as the real threat to the lions. In a rare display of confidence, they kept advancing towards where the lions had started to dissect the Buffalo. Agama commended as the lions dispersed leaving all their meat to the there humans, “If you must steal from the king of the jungle. You need to believe that you are unstoppable. Once you start walking towards your target. Do not pull back. Because your target can turn you into its target once you give it your back.”

“So, am I here to be taught about how lions are chased away by the Three Musketeers? Coach?” Foxy looked down on Agama. Sitting down with his forward legs upright.

“No,” the lizard shook its rock-hard head. “Since you are a thief. You are here to witness and learn from the Masai method of stealing.”

Two Masai men remained in standing position, their weapons in ready position. Lions were observed at a nearer distance. One Masai man dissected two hind drumsticks with haste. Once done the three men walked off.

“Have you noticed that the lions were not afraid of humans, it is just that their confidence could not match that of the humans,” Agama said as he started to retreat from the rocky outcrops. “And before the Masai left, the lions were already getting closer to their kill. Meaning, humans could have been in trouble if they had delayed.”

“I don’t care,” the fox interjected. “I don’t steal from lions and I am not a human.”

“Learn from humans. Do not overstay your invitation, and when you rob allow perfect trimming to trick those you robbed to feel as if they have not been robbed. Leave something behind for them to feast on and forget about you as you depart.” Agama could see that his friend was feeling accused of being greedy. But he finalised the advice before calling it a day, “Bravery without strategy is a waste.”

The two friends headed separate ways. The lizard went to find a mate; the fox retreated into the covers of its burrow waiting for time to pass. And, of course, as time passed the advice from Agama quickly lost its grip in the cores of the Fox’s memory.

Three days passed and these friends could not and were not going to meet in the future either. On the fourth day, The Marshal left its rabbit prey to cook on the same tree top. Foxy stole his share and returned for the remainder.

The Martial quickly came to notice. It followed behind and grabbed Foxy off his feet and took him away. This is the day Foxy became died. His flesh fed the Martial Eagle that once fed him.

#Short story #Inspirational story #Motivational story #Meinrad Socien

[smileblogger]

World War II Survivor

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#Christian inspirational #faith #Fascism #History #inspirational story #Italian campaign #Naples Italy #Survivor #War story #World War II #World War II survivor

[abhi-views]

Nekkonda : A Story of Unity and Progress

Nekkonda : A Story of Unity and Progress

Imagine a small town railway station, overlooked and underutilized. That was Nekkonda in Telangana, India. But instead of accepting their fate, the residents rallied together, turning the narrative around in a truly inspiring story. From 60 Tickets to Growth Engine: Nekkonda station initially saw a meager 60 tickets daily. Undeterred, locals formed a group, demanding more train connectivity and…

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#collective action #community engagement #community organizing #Guntur Intercity Express #india #infrastructure #infrastructure improvement #inspirational story #local development #Nekkonda #perseverance #railway station #rural development #rural empowerment #satellite station #social change #success story #Telangana #transportation #travel #unity

[justabeginner56]

Finding Peace and Happiness - The Secret of Letting Go

Discover the secret to true happiness and fulfillment. This heartwarming story teaches us the importance of surrendering to the flow of life, letting go of tension, and embracing the present moment. Learn how to release unnecessary expectations and find joy in the small things to lead a more satisfying life. Don't miss out on this inspiring tale with a powerful moral lesson.

#Finding peace #Letting go #Happiness #Relaxation #Surrendering #Tension #Embracing the present #Contentment #Fulfillment #Success #Storytelling #Life lessons #Inspirational story #Personal growth #Mindfulness #Secret #Youtube

[capableism]

Film Relatability vs Inspiration

Relatability Is The Bigger Impact Here

The film Door to Door (2002) ends with a newspaper writing a piece on Bill Porter being a positive part of people’s lives and an inspiration. 

Of course, Bill was against being highlighted. The context of why someone is inspirational matters to the disability community because it is not a given right to anyone. 

Bill Porter’s story is not inspirational but relatable. 

It’s relatable because he gets in his own way and advocates for himself. He knows how his disability impacts how people treat him. He does everything to prove he’s independent.

Partners, Parents And Disability

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The film also portrays his mother with Altimeters. That mental decline allows the film to show Bill as capable and independent. Taking care of his aging mother like any other adult would. 

Another realistic element to the film is its hints at a client of Bill’s being romantically interested in him and Bill not recognizing the signs.

In their first meeting, she offers him spiked orange juice. She sees him as a romantic interest, which is often not addressed in the media, contributing to stereotypes of being asexual or simply undesirable partners. 

The Upside (2019) also based on a true story addresses the same assumptions.

This salesman’s romantic storyline has a much smaller part in the film but subverts a stereotype unlike The Upside. Bill not reading the signs feels accurate from my own experience.

Assumptions

Given he has internalized ableism, he may assume the woman can’t be interested in him because of that stereotype of not being desirable. 

He might think he has to prove he can have romantic feelings first. He hints at those feelings to Shelly, but she does not share them. 

She does view him as part of the family. She cares for him not just as a job but as a friend. 

Dating can be difficult under the pressure of disability-related assumptions. It is possible to have romantic relationships without these assumptions. 

Some are more open-minded than others. Internalized ableism assumes those assumptions always apply and have to be disproven. 

Internalized ableism affects everyday life, increasing struggles with universal human experiences. 

In the case of Bill’s mother, his independence and empathy took care of her. 

He was flawed in the case of his job and friends in his personal life. 

However, internalized ableism stems from societal expectations and the need people in the disability community have to advocate for themselves. for basic inclusion 

#movies #authencity #movie adaptation #bill porter #salesman #relatability #inspirational story #reality check #disability #internal ableism #disabled life

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

#you will make superficial edits that do not gell well with the rest of your work #and won't actually capture what you thought was so good about that story #close the doc. sit down. think about it for a while. inspiration is fine. getting a 'eureka' moment from another story is fine #but if you find yourself comparing your work one to one with someone else's and taking any differences to be flaws on your part then STOP #you will never write good stuff by trying to make it look less like you wrote it #writing #writing advice #guess who just had to go into her google doc history and undo a bunch of panic-induced edits #because she read a fic about the same characters she's writing for? #meeee. they aged badly within just a few hours of hindsight. learn from my mistakes #self-hatred is not a good motivation for creation #fic writing

[mde-creative-video]

Benny the Brave Bunny - An Adventure in the Darkness

#youtube #Mde-Creative-Video #Made-Tunes #The Power Of Faith #Overcoming Fear #Courage #Facing Fears #Confidence #Psychology #Mental Strength #Fearless #Building Courage #Inspiring Bravery #Self Confidence #Hope #Inspirational Story #Positive Thinking #Conquering Fear #Mental Health #Show Strength #Be Brave #Inspirational #Inner Peace #Angst überwinden #Angst

[pen-of-roses]

Do y'all ever think about how cool it is that art inspires other art inspires other art inspires other art in an endless cycle

#like someone else's creation inspired the thing that inspired me #and my art can inspire someone else's art who might inspire someone else's #like original work to fanfic to fanart yes #but also like character to character or story to story #or even just when you and a friend talk about stuff and they inspire you and you inspire them in turn #and ahhhhhhh #human creativity is getting me again

[imimotivation]

Once upon a time, in a small village, lived a farmer named John. He had a small piece of land where he grew various crops. John was known for his greediness. No matter how much he had, he always wanted more.

One day, John heard about a magical seed that, when planted, would grow into a tree that bore gold coins instead of fruits. Intrigued by the idea of unlimited wealth, he set out on a journey to find this magical seed. After a long search, he finally found it deep within a mystical forest.

He brought the seed back to his farm and planted it eagerly. Day after day, he waited for the tree to grow and produce gold coins. But as weeks turned into months, there was no sign of the tree bearing any fruit, let alone gold coins.

Frustrated and disappointed, John started neglecting his other crops in the pursuit of his obsession with the magical tree. His fields became overgrown with weeds, and his regular crops withered away. The village began to suffer from a shortage of food.

One night, an old man appeared in John's dream. He warned him that his greed was destroying not only his farm but also the entire village. The old man advised John to focus on what he already had and to care for his land and crops.

Waking up with a newfound realization, John rushed to his neglected fields and began tending to his regular crops. He worked tirelessly to undo the damage caused by his greed. Slowly, the fields started thriving once again, and the village began to recover.

As time went by, the magical seed did indeed grow into a tree, but instead of gold coins, it bore regular fruits that were sweeter and more delicious than any John had ever tasted. These fruits brought joy and prosperity to the village, and John learned the true value of hard work, contentment, and appreciating what he had.

From that day on, John became a changed man. He shared the fruits of his labor with the villagers, and they all lived happily, reaping the rewards of his newfound wisdom.

And so, the story of the greedy farmer taught everyone that true wealth comes not from greed, but from nurturing and appreciating the blessings already present in one's life.

#story #motivational stories #imi motivation #inspirational story

[mad4indiaseo]

Replacing Single-Use Plastic With Bamboo While Providing Jobs to Many

The much-awaited single-use plastic ban is finally on board and rolling. Youngsters like the students of Sri Aurobindo College...

#Sri Aurobindo College #plastic free #plastic management #plastic ban #motivational story #inspiring story #motivational stories #inspirational story #inspiring stories #motivational story in india #inspirational stories #bamboo straws #Enactus World Cup #single-use plastic #bamboo utensils

[everydaylouie]

the debutante

#blender #3d #inspired by a leonora carrington short story