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this is the hardest residential flex i've ever seen
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this is the hardest residential flex i've ever seen
Residential school survivor graduates high school at 61, says it's never too late for education
'If anybody like me can do it, they can do it,' says Glenn Courchene
Residential school survivor graduates high school at 61, says it's never too late for education 'If anybody like me can do it, they can do it,' says Glenn Courchene
In 2015, Swindon police apologised for using their sirens unnecessarily on a residential street - they were trying to settle a debate among a group of four-year-olds as to whether the noise is "woo-woo" or "nee-nah".
PM 27 Oct 18
ethical_upworthyethical_upworthy
4 aug 2020
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In 2015, Swindon police apologised for using their sirens unnecessarily on a residential street - they were trying to settle a debate among a group of four-year-olds as to whether the noise is "woo-woo" or "nee-nah". PM 27 Oct 18
Vial Luliyy eoe
A boy, white, 11 years old, was put into the social service system. He spent 6 years living in group homes, foster care, residential programs, and the like.
Thrown into a world he knew nothing about and struggling with his own demons while also trying to develope into an adult that could somehow function in society. He was raised by the staff that worked in these programs. They taught him how to brush his teeth, clean his room, be respectful, and treat others with kindness. Those staff were predominantly black.
And while they did not look like him, they treated him as if he was their own. They helped him, taught him, and loved him. In a time in his life when it seemed like no one else did. And they changed him. They instilled in him lessons that he would take with him for the rest of his life. Lessons that not only kept him safe, but that allowed him to recover from the experiences of his past and move on from them with dignity to a better life. Without those people, those BLACK STAFF, he would not be here. He would not function, and he would be another statistic of broken homes and abuse. But they healed him. They helped him. They loved him. He, who did not look like them. He, who thev owed nothina to. He. who thev could have iust not bothered with. That child was me. So when you ask me why support #blacklivesmatter and why I hold the black community so close to my heart, please understand that they saved my life. Because they saw a child beat down by the same type of systematic oppression that they themselves had been victims of for hundreds of years. They saw a human in need of help, and they went above and beyond to make sure he did not become just another statistic.
And I will fight until my last breath so that they can have the same rights that I was given freely at birth, iust because of the color of my skin_
demonicWholesomedemonicWholesome
6 jun 2020
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Vial Luliyy eoe A boy, white, 11 years old, was put into the social service system. He spent 6 years living in group homes, foster care, residential programs, and the like. Thrown into a world he knew nothing about and struggling with his own demons while also trying to develope into an adult that could somehow function in society. He was raised by the staff that worked in these programs. They taught him how to brush his teeth, clean his room, be respectful, and treat others with kindness. Those staff were predominantly black. And while they did not look like him, they treated him as if he was their own. They helped him, taught him, and loved him. In a time in his life when it seemed like no one else did. And they changed him. They instilled in him lessons that he would take with him for the rest of his life. Lessons that not only kept him safe, but that allowed him to recover from the experiences of his past and move on from them with dignity to a better life. Without those people, those BLACK STAFF, he would not be here. He would not function, and he would be another statistic of broken homes and abuse. But they healed him. They helped him. They loved him. He, who did not look like them. He, who thev owed nothina to. He. who thev could have iust not bothered with. That child was me. So when you ask me why support #blacklivesmatter and why I hold the black community so close to my heart, please understand that they saved my life. Because they saw a child beat down by the same type of systematic oppression that they themselves had been victims of for hundreds of years. They saw a human in need of help, and they went above and beyond to make sure he did not become just another statistic. And I will fight until my last breath so that they can have the same rights that I was given freely at birth, iust because of the color of my skin_