Goal Feeds

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…

We didn’t think he’d last the night. His oxygen levels were terrible, and the coughing fits were getting worse. The nurses said to keep things quiet and calm in his…

In 2013, Australian social entrepreneur Elliot Costello met a young girl named Thea while visiting an orphanage in Cambodia. Just 10 years old, Thea had survived profound trauma—losing her father…

Rancher Jack’s morning started like any other—coffee in hand, boots crunching over dry soil. But when he reached his cornfield, his heart sank. The crops were dead, the ground littered…