Irena Sendler: No Nobel but None Were More Noble

Irena Sendler-set
Remember this lady? I didn’t either.

Irena Sendler

Died: May 12, 2008 (aged 98)
Warsaw, Poland

During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive.

Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids.

Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.

Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out, In a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize.
She was not selected.
Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.

Please share this to honor the sacrifice and courage of this fine human being who gave so much and saved so many.

Found on CommonSensical Ramblings

Irena’s story was portrayed in the Hallmark movie The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler.



He’s Been Called the Greatest Man on Earth

Those are very big shoes to fill, being called the greatest man on Earth, but Narayanan Krishnan fills them to overflowing with a humbleness and sincerity that few of us can match.  Why is he called the Greatest Man on Earth?  Watch the video and see how just one human being can shed the light of hope and love on those who’ve gone forgotten in a world too self-absorbed to notice.  Narayanan is a Soul Bulb of the greatest proportions.  May he set an example for all of us to follow.  One person can make a tremendous difference!

The Hero from the Woods: The Unlikely Rescue of Shannon Lorio

Shannon hugs her hero

Shannon hugs her hero

It was a day most likely like any other in 2010 when Shannon Lorio hopped in her car and headed off down a familiar road.  It was a winding rural road in Georgia she had probably travelled down more times than she could count.  But what she didn’t count on was her car fish-tailing on a tight curve taken too fast.  Having careened off the road, Shannon ended up being thrown partly through the back window of her car.  When she regained consciousness, injured and in a great deal of pain,she discovered she wasn’t alone.  An unlikely savior has appeared out of the woods and come to her side in the form of a stray dog.

The german shepherd jumped to the back of the car and cleaned the blood from Shannon’s face when she lost consciousness again.  The next thing she was aware of was the dog pulling her from the car by the back of her jacket.  He then persisted to drag her a heroic distance to the side of the road.  Hearing a vehicle approaching, Shannon was able to pull herself up using her canine hero for support and flag the car down before losing consciousness again.

After the driver contacted Shannon’s husband and an ambulance, it was determined that she’d suffered a head injury and was bleeding into her brain.  If the dog hadn’t come to her rescue, she probably wouldn’t be here to tell the tale.  Shannon owes her life to the heroic acts of a dog she’d never met.

But that’s not the end of the story.  The dog was taken to the local Human Society where he was adopted by Heidy Drawdy, a canine search and rescue trainer.  She named him, appropriately, Hero.  Heidy has since been busy putting Hero’s natural abilities to good use and he’s happily and enthusiastically learning wilderness rescue with even more in store for his future.

Watch Shannon recount the event and see Heidy and Hero in the video below.  A very touching story of selfless love, hope and heroics.

Abbey, Meredith and God: A Story of Loss and Love


Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month. The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:

Dear God,

Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to swim and play with balls. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.

Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find. I am wherever there is love.

Love, God



by Anonymous
from The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation — Kindness Stories

Fate has a way of bringing those who need us and those who we need together at the penultimate moment.  The following was submitted to The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation’s Kindness Stories and moved me so much I had to share it here.  Please visit the site.  There are so many uplifting stories!


It was a particularly cold winter. The kind of winter with strong winds and heavy rains, that turns umbrellas inside out, and makes you want to stay in bed under the warm blankets. This was the winter of Kuko, a winter of hardship, and a winter of hard knocks.

It’s funny how one small event can start a chain of events that ultimately lead to one, single destination. That destination was me. My neighbor worked the night shift. As he was driving home, his headlights caught a glimpse of a kitten on the road and fearing that he had hit it, he stopped. He grabbed the kitten and immediately headed to an all night veterinarian clinic. An x-ray and 90 euros later he found out that the kitten was okay. He then tried to leave the kitten at a shelter, but they were closed for the night. With no other avenue to follow, he brought the kitten home and then proceeded to do what still has me scratching my head today: he dropped the kitten in my courtyard, knowing that I had cats.

None of this I knew, however, till much later for at 2:00 a.m. I was in a deep sleep. For as long as I can remember, we’ve always had pets. We had many cats and dogs, but also hamsters, mice, birds, and we came darn close to having a monkey. We never turned away a stray. It would be fair to say that I’m genetically wired to help the critters. Although I was deeply asleep, when I heard that pitiful mewing I woke up immediately, threw on my slippers and robe, and rushed outside to find this kitten. I had to do this twice before I finally found him.

I rushed him inside and immediately set up a warm bed and mini-sandbox in a warm room for him. I had a container of powdered milk for cats so immediately went about getting some food into him, one eyedropper at a time. He was a sad looking thing. He was full of fleas, had a dull coat, and appeared to have a viral infection of the eyes. Once I put him down to sleep, I headed back to bed and set my alarm to get up early so I could take him to the vet’s.

The vet said the viral infection had resulted in blindness. If the kitten had been treated early, his eyesight could have easily been saved. Additionally, one eye simply never opened. So I took the kitten home and isolated him for a few days so I could get the fleas under control as well as slowly introduce the kitten to our other cats. We named him Kuko.

Kuko grew up like any other kitten: He loved to run around the house, play with the other cats, wreak havoc when he could, and settle in for a nice long nap on my lap. He didn’t learn the visual cues from other cats; rather, from me. I’m a great one to hug and kiss my cats so Kuko’s interpretation of this was to head-butt me when he wanted affection. I assume this was the result of my nose hitting him every time I would swoop in for a kiss. When he wanted to be picked up, he would stand on his back paws and reach up for me with his two front paws. Our relationship grew and he flourished into this beautifully marked cat of sweet temperament.

When I think of Kuko, It never crosses my mind how lucky he was to find me. I always think how lucky I was to have him come into my life. He makes me more acutely aware of all things around me and brings joy into my life every single day.


Of Note:  The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation also offers educator resources to download exciting lesson plans based on real-life actions by community leaders for students.