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Look in comments for a link to the save the rhino organization | /r/wholesomememes

Posting pictures of happy rhinos to spread awareness of poaching day #2
Posting pictures of happy rhinos to spread awareness of poaching day #2

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omgosh do u bork too? no am forest pupper "boop Introductory boop? yas
omgosh do u bork too? no am forest pupper "boop Introductory boop? yas

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I don't really care about it | /r/wholesomememes

When everyone is talking about reddit giving away coins but you upvote post because you like it
When everyone is talking about reddit giving away coins but you upvote post because you like it

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We be saving the world boys and girls | /r/wholesomememes

When no one is talking about teamtrees reaching 20 million trees 10 days early [sad tree noises]
When no one is talking about teamtrees reaching 20 million trees 10 days early [sad tree noises]

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Don't worry about it :) | /r/wholesomememes

Not getting upset about not getting free gold because you enjoyed Reddit before having any coins so you're fine without them. That's alright what matters is that everyone's happy.
Not getting upset about not getting free gold because you enjoyed Reddit before having any coins so you're fine without them. That's alright what matters is that everyone's happy.

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Happy holidays, Bob Ross | /r/wholesomememes


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I miss watching arthur after kindergarten | /r/wholesomememes

5 Year old me hearing PBS say "brought to you by viewers like you, thank you!" made with mematic
5 Year old me hearing PBS say "brought to you by viewers like you, thank you!" made with mematic

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That feeling | /r/wholesomememes

5yo me: look how strong i am *shows mini biceps* dad:
5yo me: look how strong i am *shows mini biceps* dad:

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Now that's Christmas. | /r/wholesomememes

I remember a Christmas-I had to have been about eleven-when my single mother took me a side one day and said, "Ash"-she probably really called me by my nickname SMASH–"I have to ask you a favor." She then proceeded to tell me that this year her Christmas budget was close to nothing. She said, "I need your help, the only thing I was able to purchase for you was a nail polish, and this year I need you to be ok with that." I was long past the years of asking Santa for presents, but I had never imagined a Christmas when there was going to be close to nothing under our tree. Being the brave young woman I was, I looked my mother in the eye and said, “Do not buy me another thing, if you have any money left get something for the little girls." My little sisters were 5 and 7 years younger than me, and I was pretty sure they still had faith in the little jolly man with the red suit. Christmas morning came, and just as she had promised all I opened was my nail polish. I sat quietly as the others opened their meager gifts. It was hard to breathe as I chocked back tears. I wasn't sad about the presents, but it killed me to watch my mother go around trying to smile- could see it all over her face... she felt like she had failed us. Soon there was a knock. We all scampered to the door of our little duplex and as it swung open we were surprised to see what looked like a little miniature tree standing boldly on our porch. Instead of leaves, this little tree proudly sported little wrapped up dollar bills-tiny ribbons held them tightly to each branch. Tears filled my eyes as we picked up the little magic plant and carried it into our tiny kitchen. I looked up to see my mother's face-it was wet from tears-as she watched us count what felt like a million dollars. We felt rich that Christmas -rich in blessings, rich in dollars, and rich in love. Someone loved us enough to know that year... we just needed a tiny sprout of hope, not in a little jolly man in a red suit... but in Christ. They were His hands that day. Angels that dropped off a tiny reminder in that tiny duplex: we were not forgotten. Fast forward about five or six years. It is Christmas time again. My mother has remarried a very generous kind man who announced, "Kids"- there were twelve of us between the two of them, probably six of us living at home-"This year we want to do Christmas a little differently, we want to give our presents to a family who needs it. We will give you a budget and assign you partners to shop for each of their children and we will drop everything off at their house on Christmas Eve. Our goal is to make sure they have no idea where it came from. It will be really fun... the only catch is: we won't be buying anything for any of you." My mind quickly took me back to the nail polish and the money tree, and the look in my mother's eye. I shouted with excitement, “Yes!" I took it to another level-as I often tend to do- and knocked on their door with a fake "research questionnaire for school". I had to meet the people we were going to be shopping for. These total strangers let me in their house. I surveyed the room. They had no TV, and I didn't see any sign of a scrap of food. They had four little kids. They talked very kindly to their children as they filled out my fake questionnaire. As I drove home that night tears fell down my cheeks as I thought about all the fun things I was going to purchase for their family. Christmas Eve came. The boxes were all lined in our front room, decorated beautifully. We loaded them into our cars. We drove in silence and when we approached their tiny apartment my step dad turned and said, "Ashlee, you are the fastest kid I know. Once we get all the presents loaded on the porch, why don't you be the one to ring the doorbell and run around the corner." The porch was loaded and everyone had piled into the cars. I rang the doorbell and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I slammed myself into the car and we sped away. I noticed over the fence from their apartment was a Kmart. I suggested we go over to the parking lot and look over the huge cinderblock fence to see if we could see the family. (Like I said, always trying to take it to the next level.) My stepbrother hoisted me up so I could barely peek my eyes over the wall. And there on the porch were all the presents... along with a mother, weeping so hard she couldn't even bend over to pick up one box. I could hear her sobs, I could feel of the gratitude she felt, but I also could remember a moment when my own mother had cried those same tears-and I felt joy. This time we got to be His hands-someone else had the opportunity to remember His love... and we got to be apart of it. I will never forget either of these Christmas' and the lessons I learned feeling the earthly angels... and how powerful it feels to be one. Everyone liked that
I remember a Christmas-I had to have been about eleven-when my single mother took me a side one day and said, "Ash"-she probably really called me by my nickname SMASH–"I have to ask you a favor." She then proceeded to tell me that this year her Christmas budget was close to nothing. She said, "I need your help, the only thing I was able to purchase for you was a nail polish, and this year I need you to be ok with that." I was long past the years of asking Santa for presents, but I had never imagined a Christmas when there was going to be close to nothing under our tree. Being the brave young woman I was, I looked my mother in the eye and said, “Do not buy me another thing, if you have any money left get something for the little girls." My little sisters were 5 and 7 years younger than me, and I was pretty sure they still had faith in the little jolly man with the red suit. Christmas morning came, and just as she had promised all I opened was my nail polish. I sat quietly as the others opened their meager gifts. It was hard to breathe as I chocked back tears. I wasn't sad about the presents, but it killed me to watch my mother go around trying to smile- could see it all over her face... she felt like she had failed us. Soon there was a knock. We all scampered to the door of our little duplex and as it swung open we were surprised to see what looked like a little miniature tree standing boldly on our porch. Instead of leaves, this little tree proudly sported little wrapped up dollar bills-tiny ribbons held them tightly to each branch. Tears filled my eyes as we picked up the little magic plant and carried it into our tiny kitchen. I looked up to see my mother's face-it was wet from tears-as she watched us count what felt like a million dollars. We felt rich that Christmas -rich in blessings, rich in dollars, and rich in love. Someone loved us enough to know that year... we just needed a tiny sprout of hope, not in a little jolly man in a red suit... but in Christ. They were His hands that day. Angels that dropped off a tiny reminder in that tiny duplex: we were not forgotten. Fast forward about five or six years. It is Christmas time again. My mother has remarried a very generous kind man who announced, "Kids"- there were twelve of us between the two of them, probably six of us living at home-"This year we want to do Christmas a little differently, we want to give our presents to a family who needs it. We will give you a budget and assign you partners to shop for each of their children and we will drop everything off at their house on Christmas Eve. Our goal is to make sure they have no idea where it came from. It will be really fun... the only catch is: we won't be buying anything for any of you." My mind quickly took me back to the nail polish and the money tree, and the look in my mother's eye. I shouted with excitement, “Yes!" I took it to another level-as I often tend to do- and knocked on their door with a fake "research questionnaire for school". I had to meet the people we were going to be shopping for. These total strangers let me in their house. I surveyed the room. They had no TV, and I didn't see any sign of a scrap of food. They had four little kids. They talked very kindly to their children as they filled out my fake questionnaire. As I drove home that night tears fell down my cheeks as I thought about all the fun things I was going to purchase for their family. Christmas Eve came. The boxes were all lined in our front room, decorated beautifully. We loaded them into our cars. We drove in silence and when we approached their tiny apartment my step dad turned and said, "Ashlee, you are the fastest kid I know. Once we get all the presents loaded on the porch, why don't you be the one to ring the doorbell and run around the corner." The porch was loaded and everyone had piled into the cars. I rang the doorbell and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I slammed myself into the car and we sped away. I noticed over the fence from their apartment was a Kmart. I suggested we go over to the parking lot and look over the huge cinderblock fence to see if we could see the family. (Like I said, always trying to take it to the next level.) My stepbrother hoisted me up so I could barely peek my eyes over the wall. And there on the porch were all the presents... along with a mother, weeping so hard she couldn't even bend over to pick up one box. I could hear her sobs, I could feel of the gratitude she felt, but I also could remember a moment when my own mother had cried those same tears-and I felt joy. This time we got to be His hands-someone else had the opportunity to remember His love... and we got to be apart of it. I will never forget either of these Christmas' and the lessons I learned feeling the earthly angels... and how powerful it feels to be one. Everyone liked that

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Merry Christmas! | /r/wholesomememes


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Hope it makes you feel happy | /r/wholesomememes


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Was told to post it here | /r/wholesomememes


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Works like a charm. | /r/wholesomememes


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That's cool | /r/wholesomememes

WAY CROSSING RAIL Rail 7295 “A friend was taking a photo as a train went past and someone decided to get in on the action."
WAY CROSSING RAIL Rail 7295 “A friend was taking a photo as a train went past and someone decided to get in on the action."

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CHETAHA You Me
CHETAHA You Me

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If you can't say something nice don't speak <3 | /r/wholesomememes

Typing an entire rant and deciding not to press send
Typing an entire rant and deciding not to press send

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Some of you guys asked for the original picture. So here it is. | /r/wholesomememes


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bloy @Bloy Met a really hot girl who was half japanese half philipino. Think i ruined it by constantly callin her a jalepeno. 4:28 AM - 11/28/09 · Twitter Web Client bloy @Bloy update: we got married 7:31 PM · 12/17/19 · Twitter for iPhone
bloy @Bloy Met a really hot girl who was half japanese half philipino. Think i ruined it by constantly callin her a jalepeno. 4:28 AM - 11/28/09 · Twitter Web Client bloy @Bloy update: we got married 7:31 PM · 12/17/19 · Twitter for iPhone

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At least wait inside Hugo | /r/wholesomememes

See ya after school, Hugo. BUS BUS Hugo? Z' Z' FWQOSH
See ya after school, Hugo. BUS BUS Hugo? Z' Z' FWQOSH

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When someone sits next to you on the bus while other seats are free When you realize that something about you made that person want to sit next to you
When someone sits next to you on the bus while other seats are free When you realize that something about you made that person want to sit next to you

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