People don’t realize how much strength it takes to pull your own self out of a dark place mentally. So, if you’ve done that today or any day, I’m proud of you.
So my Dad and brother took separate cars to dinner tonight, and this happened.
they look like they are arguing about who is going to go home and change
Oh, they were.
Jake: You’ve got to be kidding me Dad: You SAW me walk through the kitchen on my way to pick up your sister! Jake: No seriously do you have an extra shirt in your car this is ridiculous
Oh my god they’re gonna kill me they didn’t want to even walk into the restaurant together let alone have this many people reblog this photo
Honestly I’m not deleting my Tumblr solely in the hopes that this post one day hits 1 million notes
Almost there lads, let’s get this post to a million.
āIn 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, āHoney, his motherās not coming. Heās been here six weeks. Nobodyās coming!ā
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a "sinnerā and already dead to her, and that she wouldnāt even claim his body when he died.
āI went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, āOh, momma. I knew youād comeā, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, āIām here, honey. Iām hereā, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her familyās large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruthās work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, "They would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and hereād come the money. Thatās how weād buy medicine, thatās how weād pay rent. If it hadnāt been for the drag queens, I donāt know what we would have doneā, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her familyās plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the āCemetery Angelā.āā by Ra-Ey Saley
Sheās 60 now, sheās still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Assume Iām dead and rotting when this isnāt reblogged from my dash.
Update from April 2017:
Source: CNN Money, http://money.cnn.com/2017/04/05/news/us-womens-soccer-equal-pay/index.html
āThe U.S. Womenās National Soccer Team is getting a raise, bigger bonuses and the same per diems as the men.
The womenās team announced Wednesday that it had struck a new labor deal with U.S. Soccer, the sportās governing body. For months, the women have said that their pay and treatment is unequal to the menās team.
The women will also get better hotel and travel accommodations and will be reimbursed for the years when their per diems were less than those of the men.ā
Finally some good news for the USWNT!
