Category: Randomness

Florida Woman Arrested For Beating Ex-Husband In Argument Over Sex Position

 

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According to The Smoking Gun:

While parked in the rear of the facility, “Luper got undressed, and asked Vaccaro if he wanted to have sexual intercourse,” police reported. “Vaccaro agreed, and told Luper to lay down.”

But Luper, a court filing notes, “did not want to have sexual intercourse in that position and stated no.” It is unclear where the pair was planning to tryst, or the position that was rejected by Luper.

During a subsequent argument, Luper allegedly struck Vaccaro, 51, in the head with a thrown object. As Vaccaro sought to remove some of his belongings from the car’s rear seat, Luper allegedly accelerated the auto “with Vaccaro still half way inside the vehicle.” As Vaccaro “pulled out of the vehicle,” Luper drove over his right foot.

When cops arrived at the scene, Vaccaro was bleeding from a head wound and his right foot appeared to be swelling. After being contacted by police, Luper returned to the vicinity of the storage facility. “She was unable to explain” Vaccaro’s injuries, noted police, who added that she “stated Vaccaro wanted to have sex with her.”

North Carolina Barber Gives 4th Grader Free Haircuts For Life For Making Straight A’s In School

Here’s a heartwarming & awesome story. 

More of us need to use what we’ve got to encourage the youth to do the right thing. There are so many negative distractions in the world, it’s good to see this entrepreneur give back in a positive & impactful way. I’m sure this kid will never forget him.

Children truly are our future. It takes a village! 

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Via Bossip– A North Carolina fourth grader is learning that hard work and good grades pay off in a big way 


According to ABC News: 

Kamarian Fox, 9, went to barber Mike Shelton at Next Level Barbershop in Gastonia, N.C., for the first time in August, right before starting the fourth grade, Shelton told ABC News today. After the two started talking, Shelton made Fox a promise: free haircuts for life if Fox earned good grades on his first report card.

“I could really tell he was a bright kid, excited about school and motivated,” Shelton said. “And I just said ‘Look, I’ll make you a deal.’”

On Nov. 16, Fox delivered, showing Shelton his straight-A report card.

“I opened it up, and before I could even read it, he said, ‘I’m here for my free haircut,’” Shelton said. “I was super pumped.”

Shelton held up his end of the deal and let Fox cut the line that day to get his free haircut. Shelton said he plans on cutting Fox’s hair every week.

Shelton told Fox, “As long as you keep your grades right, I will keep you looking right,” he said, adding that Fox is a “superstar” who lights up the barber shop whenever he goes in.

The proud barber, who Fox now calls “Uncle Mike,” hopes he can motivate other kids to do well in school.

“You never know, you can be that spark on one young person’s life,” Shelton said. “He could be the next president. He could be the person that changes the world.”

FEATURED POST: Depression Is Not Beautiful

  

Written by marjramos– I get sucked under the waves of varying ferocity with no sense of direction. I don’t want help and I refuse to get better. Every waking day, it occurs to me that I don’t want to leave. My damaged body fights a long battle against my mind, both telling me different things. 

My friends and family see the problem, but I don’t. I look at the endless empty boxes of takeout, or I clean up after purging, or bandage bleeding wounds, but I see this as normal – I’ve never known anything else. It eludes from the change I desire to have; I’m doing fine on my own, ain’t I?

I hit a solid wall when I try to get a clear understanding of anything, so I stop trying. I am reminded daily of my flaws, reciting them to myself under my breath, hiding the words with half-hearted laughs. I’m nothing but a piece of crap and my life is a big joke. My skin is sliced open. Razor blades are bloody. There are band aids in the trash by the sink of the cold, lonely bathroom.

I must take a step back and inspect the damage. I sift through what remains of my life, never seeing the broken shards of the sanity I once had and not knowing I need to put them back together to form what it had been once before. Deep down, I know, there will always be lines to remind me of the fractures where I shakily repaired myself, so why bother?

I am forced to get some help and I am grateful for this. No longer do I hide away, make excuses, and cover my scars with long sleeves. I feel connected to the outside world for the first time in a very long time and it is an extremely liberating feeling.

I laugh, I cry, I make memories, and I finally enjoy life. I am no longer alone, hopeless, scared, or misunderstood. Every encounter is a small touch of warmth that never leaves, only burns brighter and brighter until I shine with a light I’ve never known. I want to cry, but out of happiness instead of sadness.

In a moment of clarity, I realize how alike I am to a flower. I grow in beauty, wither in sickness, and am carried by the seeds I left behind. This is my life. 

This post was originally featured on Thought Catalog