Goal Feeds

An old man walked into a bar, ordered a drink, and struck up a conversation with the bartender. “So, what do you do for a living?” the bartender asked. “Well,…

It started like any other Tuesday morning. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds when eighty-year-old Margaret Walker set off on her daily walk. With her cane in…

I don’t know where the water came from. One minute I was washing dishes, and the next, it was at my ankles—then my knees. The power cut out fast, and…

She pulled over fast, gravel kicking up under her tires. I’d seen that look before—tight jaw, sunglasses on even though the sky was overcast. That “I’ve had enough of this…

Dr. Carter dashed toward the airport counter, relief washing over her when she saw the short line. Time was against her—she needed to catch a flight urgently to handle a…

It was my regular jog along the park pathway, headphones engaged, thoughts meandering. At that point, I observed him—an elderly gentleman with an extended white beard, pulling a small conveyance…

He was standing next to a black sedan, sobbing so hard his whole body shook. No shoes, sunburn creeping up his neck, little fingers clutching the door handle like it…

Dan’s late nights had become a pattern a slow-burning ache I tried to ignore. He always had an excuse: overtime, client calls, urgent deadlines. At first, I believed him. We…

It was 2:04 a.m. when our daughter, Rosie, let out a wail that shook the walls sharp, desperate, and unmistakably a code red diaper situation. I’d already been up three…

When my fiancé Josh invited me to his parents’ lake house for a relaxing weekend, I pictured peaceful moments and family fun. Instead, I was handed a mop the moment…