Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle.
He’s got two large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, “What’s in the bags?”
“Sand,” answered Juan.
The guard says, “We’ll just see about that – get off the bike!” The guard takes the bags and rips them apart, he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.
The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man’s shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
The next day, the same thing happens. The guard asks, “What have you got?”
“Sand,” says Juan.
The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.
This sequence of events is repeated every day for a year.
Finally, Juan doesn’t show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico.
“Hey, buddy,” says the guard, “I know you are smuggling something. It’s driving me crazy. It’s all I think about… I can’t sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”
Over the last few years, Law enforcement officers had had hard times, and things are only getting harder. Many Officers have been singled out and attacked as well as some people assuming that all cops are bad cops, or corrupt in some way.
Well, one restaurant decided they would make a difference, a place over at Gallipolis, Ohio decided to show the men and women in uniform that they are valued and appreciated. The sign in the window is really causing a stir!!
To absolutely prove to all the men and women in uniform that they have the city’s wholehearted appreciation for their work everyday, each time they put their own well being on the line to keep us all safe.
A delicious hot meal is no better way to fuel up before, during, or after a hard day and maybe even keep the streets even safer, how wonderful!
Ever since the sign has been pinned in the KFC window, things have gone crazy, it’s gone completely viral getting well over 5,000 shares and 10,000 likes on Facebook.
The store’s employees have even been joining in and commenting on the Facebook post, they absolutely do server all the uniformed police officers, completely FREE all day, every day!
You might expect the most people will be supportive and super happy about it, especially the men and women of the police force, but, there are also plenty of people that are not happy at all!
Some people really didn’t like what the store owners had done and said that they believed that all first response services should be included, not just the police, even the administer of the Ohio Going Blue, an officer of the law, too said he couldn’t agree more.
He said:
“This is a positive post, but some of you can’t see the bigger picture. As an officer, I do not go into any establishment expecting [or] wanting anything to be free or…. even a discount, whether I’m in uniform or not, and I can tell you other officers feel the same way. We don’t like ‘special treatment.’ The fact is that KFC is acknowledging law enforcement, which is why this was posted. To those who stated that other first responders should also be acknowledged. My answer? ABSOLUTELY.”
The fine officers of the law lay their well being on the line for us every day, and do their very best to keep us safe but have nothing in return, so to give them a free meal and keep them fueled up for their long day is reasonable….
Why do you think of the KFC sign in the window? Do you support it?
She has received several awards and nominations, including an Academy Award and a Golden Globe Award. She was the world’s highest-paid actress in 2010 and 2014, and was named one of Time’s 100 most influential people in the worlin 2010.
Early life and education. Bullock was born on July 26, 1964 in Arlington County, Virginia, the daughter of Helga Mathilde (née Meyer; 1942–2000),
An opera singer and voice teacher from Germany, and John Wilson Bullock (1925–2018), an Army employee and part-time voice coach from Birmingham, Alabama.
She has received several awards and nominations, including an Academy Award and a Golden Globe Award. She was the world’s highest-paid actress in 2010 and 2014, and was named one of Time’s 100 most influential people in the worlin 2010.
Early life and education. Bullock was born on July 26, 1964 in Arlington County, Virginia, the daughter of Helga Mathilde (née Meyer; 1942–2000),
Two old ladies, Dolly and Ruby, were sitting on a park bench, chatting about their grandchildren.
Dolly sighed, “You know, every year, I send each of my grandkids a card with a nice, fat cheque inside. And you know what I get in return? Absolutely nothing. No thank-you calls, no messages, not even a measly emoji.”
Ruby chuckled, “Well, Dolly, I send generous cheques to my grandkids too, but I hear from them within a week of sending it. In fact, they all make a point to visit me in person!”
Dolly’s eyes widened. “Seriously? How do you manage that? What’s your secret?”
Ruby leaned in with a sly grin and whispered, “Oh, it’s very simple, my dear. I don’t sign the cheque.”
Little Johnny overheard his friends saying that adults have deep, dark secrets and can be easily manipulated. Always curious, Johnny decided to test this theory.
When he got home, he walked up to his mom and confidently said, “Mom, I know everything.”
His mom’s eyes widened. She quickly hushed him and handed him $10, whispering, “Just don’t tell your father, okay?”
Johnny thought to himself, This is amazing!
An hour later, his dad came home from work. Johnny approached him and said, “Dad, I know everything.”
His dad froze for a moment, then pulled out his wallet and handed Johnny $100. “Keep this between us and don’t tell your mom,” he said.
Johnny was thrilled. This was working better than he could have imagined!
Just then, the mailman knocked on the door. Johnny opened it and greeted him with a mischievous grin. “I know everything, mister,” Johnny said.
The mailman’s face turned pale, his jaw dropped, and his eyes welled up with tears. After a moment, he said, “Well then, Johnny… come give Daddy a hug.”
At 3 a.m., a man and his wife were jolted awake by a loud, persistent pounding on their front door.
Groaning, the man reluctantly got up and went to see who it was. Standing in the pouring rain was a drunken stranger, swaying unsteadily.
“Could you give me a push?” the man slurred, water dripping off his soaked clothes.
The husband stared at him in disbelief. “Absolutely not!” he barked. “It’s three in the morning!” He slammed the door shut and stomped back to bed, muttering angrily under his breath.
“Who was that?” his wife asked, still half-asleep.
“Just some drunk guy wanting a push,” he grumbled.
“And did you help him?” she pressed.
“Help him? Of course not! It’s the middle of the night, and it’s pouring out there!”
His wife sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. “You’ve got a short memory,” she said sternly.
“Don’t you remember when our car broke down three months ago? Those two kind strangers stopped to help us without hesitation. How can you refuse to do the same?”
The man sighed heavily, knowing she was right. Grumbling under his breath, he got dressed and trudged back out into the storm.
Stepping into the cold rain, he called into the darkness, “Hello? Are you still out there?”
“Yeah, I’m here!” came the faint response.
“Do you still need a push?” the man yelled.
“Yes, please!” the stranger replied eagerly.
Squinting into the gloom, the husband shouted, “Where exactly are you?”
“Over here!” the voice called back. “On the swing!”
