Greg Smith, the primary founder of Hybrid Athletes in Orlando, Florida, often encounters homeless individuals on the streets of his city asking for assistance. Despite his recognizable appearance as a wealthy businessman in his daily suit attire, one encounter with a homeless woman named Aimee Jo left a profound impact on him.
Aimee Jo didn’t ask for money but greeted Smith warmly with a simple wish for a good day and a blessing. This unexpected interaction led to regular Tuesday lunches between Smith and Aimee Jo, where they formed a friendship. However, the reason behind their lunches is particularly touching.
Smith shared on his Facebook page about Aimee Jo’s resilience and desire to learn to read despite her difficult circumstances. She spends her limited resources on library visits to study books, prioritizing learning over basic necessities like food. Smith was deeply moved by her determination and made it his mission to help her learn to read. Recognizing his own privilege and upbringing, Smith felt compelled to support Aimee Jo’s aspirations. They now spend Tuesdays together reading borrowed books from the library, with Smith teaching her to read.
Smith’s message on Facebook was not to elicit pity for Aimee Jo or to boast about his actions but to inspire others to lend a helping hand to those in need. He encourages people to recognize the Aimee Jos in their own lives and offer assistance, whether it’s a simple greeting or a supportive gesture.
His story serves as a reminder of the power of compassion and the impact individuals can make by stepping out of their comfort zones to help others in need. Smith’s actions exemplify the goodness and humanity still present in the world, providing hope for a brighter future.
My Sister Billed Me $2,145 for the Surprise Birthday Party She Planned for Me – I Was Ready to Pay Until I Looked Inside Her Wallet
Christina’s 29th birthday took an astonishing twist when her sister hosted a surprise party for her, then presented her with a bill for $2,145. Shocked and caught off guard, Christina was left speechless, her evening ruined by this financial revelation. But karma had another surprise in store, turning the situation on its head.
Hey everyone, I’m Christina! I celebrated my 29th birthday last week, and believe me, it’s a birthday I’ll remember for all the wrong reasons. Quick question: How would you react if you were asked to pay for a surprise you never requested? Because that’s exactly what happened to me…
Birthdays haven’t been my thing lately. I’ve been dealing with some severe skin problems that require treatment, and as you can guess, those medical bills are no joke. Plus, the constant pressure of rent meant that having a big celebration wasn’t something I could afford this year.
I was perfectly okay with that, though. A quiet evening at home with a cake and some Netflix sounded ideal to me.
So, picture my surprise when my sister Lori called me two days before my 29th and asked about my birthday plans. Now, Lori and I are close, but she can be a bit over the top sometimes.
“Hey Lori,” I said, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder while folding laundry. “Honestly? Probably nothing. I need to save money for those annoying medical bills, you know the drill.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and for a second, I thought the call had cut out. Then, Lori sighed. A big, dramatic sigh like the kind you make when you find out the bakery is out of croissants.
“Oh, honey,” she said in a sympathetic tone. “That’s so sad. Birthdays are meant to be special! You can’t just skip yours entirely.”
“It’s not like I’m skipping it completely,” I argued while hanging a shirt on the line. “I’m just keeping it simple. Just me and…you know…some beer, maybe some cupcakes.”
And that was it. She sighed and hung up. The rest of the week dragged on, each day inching me closer to an uncertain birthday outcome.
Finally, the big day came. My phone buzzed with birthday messages from friends and even a few colleagues, which was nice. Then, around noon, my phone rang. It was Lori.
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