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A man. 99 homes. And a vision of dignity. 🏡✨

In Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canadian entrepreneur Marcel LeBrun did something extraordinary — not with speeches, but with action.

He invested 4 million dollars of his own money to build a village of tiny homes for people experiencing homelessness. But this was not just about roofs and walls. It was about belonging. Restoring hope, purpose, and possibilities. 🌱

The project, called 12 Neighbours, is much more than housing:

Each house is fully furnished.

It runs on solar panels.

And it is designed to provide comfort and independence.

At the heart of the community is an entrepreneurship center: a place for job training, education, and new beginnings. 📚🛠️

Because Marcel believes that true change does not come from charity…
but from offering people the opportunity to stand up again.

💡 A reminder:
Sometimes, the most powerful way to fight against poverty…
is to build something and invite people in.

#BNBATH900
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I gave it 1 star for closing 3 minutes early. The owner's response left me speechless.

I entered Google angry. "They closed ahead of time. A lack of respect." One star. I sent the review and went to sleep convinced I was right.

The next morning, there was a response.

"Hello, I'm Tomás, the owner of the bakery. Yesterday we closed at 19:57. My daughter was in the emergency room with a severe drop in blood sugar. We had to bring her glucose and her sleeping doll. That's why I lowered the blind three minutes early. I apologize for the inconvenience. If you decide to stop by today, your bread is on me. And I hope your day is filled with things that can be forgiven."

I was stunned. I deleted my review. I went to the bakery to apologize. Tomás was kneading with his hands full of flour. "It's okay," he said, handing me a warm loaf. "Thank you for coming."

That afternoon, I left another review, new: "Five stars. Close three minutes early if necessary to take care of your loved ones. I wish more businesses had human priorities."

The surprising part came afterward. My review went viral. People started coming to buy "the three-minute bread." Tomás put up a sign: "If you're in a hurry to take care of someone today, your bread is free." The neighborhood began to imitate him: a pharmacy with "fast lane for real emergencies," a fruit shop with a "solidarity bag" for those who ran out of wallet.

I, who was going to make a drama over three minutes, learned that you never know what battle the person next to you is fighting. And that time is not only measured by clocks: it is also measured by priorities.

Since then, when something doesn't go as I want, I ask myself before getting indignant: what if someone is saving their three minutes today?

Wise moral: In a world that demands punctuality for everything, let's be punctual with empathy.

#anecdota #Inspiration

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“Life is only one”… until old age arrives and there is nothing left.

Don Alfredo was the soul of every gathering.
Always with a joke, always with a beer in hand.
Every time someone talked to him about saving, he would laugh and respond:
—“Save? Life is only one! We must enjoy it.”

And he enjoyed: impromptu trips, parties every weekend, meals at restaurants, expensive gifts to impress.
His family saw him as a cheerful man, although sometimes Doña Carmen, his wife, would say worriedly:
—“Alfredo, think about tomorrow, about the kids… what are we going to do when the job is gone?”
He would silence her with a smile:
—“Tomorrow we'll see, dear. Today we have life.”

Years passed, and that “tomorrow” arrived.
Old age caught up with him without savings, without insurance, with nothing set aside.
Illness knocked on his door, and the same joy he once boasted of turned into silence in a borrowed bed.

His children, now adults, took turns helping with medicines and rent. Some did it out of love, others with resentment.
One of them murmured:
—“My father taught us to enjoy… but he also passed on the fear of having nothing.”

LEARNING

Living in the present is important, but forgetting the future is a debt that someone else will end up paying.

Enjoying is not wrong… what is irresponsible is turning joy into an excuse not to prepare.

The true balance is not in living in fear or in wasting without thinking, but in enjoying while also building security.

Because yes, “life is only one”… but it can feel long when you have no way to sustain it.

FINAL REFLECTION

A father can teach with his laughter…
but he also leaves lessons with his silences when money is no longer enough.

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“I was surrounded by water on all sides… and yet, not a drop could save me.” 🌊💔

It all started with an illusion: to cross the Atlantic alone aboard my sailboat. However, just a few days later, a fierce storm wrecked the vessel in the middle of the ocean. I jumped into the lifeboat with empty hands: without provisions, without drinking water, and without knowing if I would see a new dawn. What hit me the hardest was not the scorching sun or the sharks circling my small raft. It was the silence… the kind that echoes in your head when hope begins to fade. 🥵🛶

I floated for 76 days in the vastness of the sea. I fished with my hands, collected rainwater in improvised bottles, and battled the hallucinations that whispered to me that it no longer made sense to continue. Each day became a pulse between giving up or holding on a little longer. I lost over 20 kilos, my skin was torn by the sun, and my mind was teetering on the edge of collapse… but every night, when I looked at the stars, I reminded myself that I had to return home. ✨🐟

A fishing boat finally found me. I could barely pronounce words. My body was exhausted, destroyed… but my spirit remained intact. And I understood that one does not stay alive solely on food. You survive when there is a reason, even if it’s an intimate promise made in silence. Today, I no longer define myself just as a survivor: I am proof that the body endures more than we imagine, but it is the will of the soul that decides whether we move forward. 💪🌅

“When you think you can’t go on, remember this: endure one more day. Sometimes, one more day is all you need to change everything.”

– Steven Callahan

#Inspiration #anecdota

“He told me it was an emergency... and a week later he showed up with a new iPhone.”

Ana, 29 years old, lives in Mexico City.
Her younger brother, Luis, 25, called her desperately:
—“Sister, lend me money, it’s urgent. I need 12,000 pesos. I’ll pay you back as soon as I get paid, I swear.”

Ana, although she only earned 18,500 pesos as a designer, sacrificed her rent and her groceries to help him.
—“He’s my brother, how could I not support him?” she thought.

A week later, while checking social media, she saw the photo:
Luis smiling, showing off an iPhone 14 worth 22,000 pesos.
The caption read: “With effort, everything is achievable.”

Ana felt a knot in her stomach. Not because of the money... but because of the lie.
She had believed it was an emergency, she had trusted as always, and once again it became clear that for some, family is just an ATM.

Since then, she never lent him money again. Because she understood that the real pain is not losing money... but discovering that trust is worth less than a phone.

Moral: When someone lies to you to get money, they not only steal your wallet: they steal your peace, your trust, and your respect.
And the worst part is that those debts are rarely paid back... neither with money nor with apologies.

#anecdota #inteligencia

Your child withers when your love is not reflected in what you do every day.
You tell him that you respect him… but you correct him with shouts.
You ask him to trust… but you interrupt him with anger.
You talk to him about love… but you hurt him with phrases that pierce his heart.
And every time correction comes with shouting, without affection and the norm without coherence,
his self-esteem shatters. His confidence cracks.
And what should educate… ends up hurting.
A plant does not grow with shouts. And a child does not flourish if you correct him from judgment.
Correcting with affection and coherence is what truly educates.

✍🏼 Example with real exercise:
One afternoon, Mariana, mother of Joaquín (15), entered the room and found everything messy again.
She felt the rage rise. She was about to explode.
But she took a deep breath.
And she did not scream. She did not criticize.
She did not offend. And above all, she did not shame her child.
She left the room, went to the kitchen, grabbed a sheet and wrote:
"Your room is not tidy. We agreed that if this happened, today there are no video games. You can recover it tomorrow. I am here to help you if you need it."
She left the note on the console remote. She did not say a single word more.
That night, Joaquín went out, uncomfortable, but did not argue.
And for the first time in weeks… he tidied his room without anyone asking him.
Mariana did not shout.
But her coherence spoke louder.
Explanation of the exercise:
It is not what you correct… it is how you do it.
If your child only receives harshness, his heart hardens.
But if you look at him with affection before correcting, his mind opens to learning.
Ask yourself before speaking:
Am I teaching this by my example?
Am I being coherent with what I want to shape?
Practical phrase for day-to-day: "I not only want you to listen to me. I want you to believe me. That’s why I will start by showing it."
Correction without affection, and without coherence, weighs more than you imagine.
But every time you correct with respect, and uphold what you say with firm love…
Your child does not break. He strengthens. He does not wither. He flourishes.

#anecdota #Reflexion

“I didn't put it in my wife's name... because I thought it would be safer that way. Today, I have no home.”

Sergio, 35 years old, saved every penny to buy a home.
When the time came to sign, he hesitated:
—“What if I get divorced one day? Better to put it in my mother's name.”

For 8 years, he paid 14,500 pesos monthly in mortgage, plus all the expenses of the house.
His wife never knew that, legally, the house was not in their names.

When they divorced, Sergio breathed easy: “At least the house is mine.”
But shortly after, his mother passed away.
And with her, the truth: the house was part of the inheritance and had to be divided among his siblings.

Sergio did not lose the house because of his wife... he lost it due to distrust and not putting it in her name.

Moral: Avoiding one problem by inventing another is never a solution.
Sincerity in a couple and legality in paperwork are the only things that truly protect you.

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