Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’…
During WWII, Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive.
Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids.
Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.
During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely.
Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out, In a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize.
She was not selected.
Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.
Al Gore. Next.
This is wonderful story. Such heroism. Nobel schmobel.
Ok. Now, I’m bored…..
orphan black meme | 2/2 clones: sarah manning
"Just petty fraud, assault, whatever. Wasted youth, alright? If the body matches me, the cops will see a mugshot of somebody who looks like Beth, only it’s yours truly, and I’m already supposed to be dead."
Dali Lama (via purplebuddhaproject)
Holy fuck 😍
Bud light. Piss on someone else.
if you are a lesbian, reblog this for all of those looking to mingle with fellow lesbians
Went to a really terrific lecture tonight on “Lesbian-like” women in History.
Jac Jagaciak by Joachim Johnson for Marfa Journal Issue #2
we’re going back where we belong