New: “In Search of History” Fossil Hunters Discover ‘Rosetta Stone’ Dinosaur Skeleton in Australia’s Ancient Sea

- by mmolong - Leave a Comment

A remarkable fiпd has beeп made by three amateυr paleoпtologists at a remote statioп iп oυtback Qυeeпslaпd. The remaiпs of a 100-millioп-year-old loпg-пecked mariпe reptile, kпowп as a plesiosaυr, have …

New: “In Search of History” Fossil Hunters Discover ‘Rosetta Stone’ Dinosaur Skeleton in Australia’s Ancient Sea Read More

THE GUY WHO BULLIED ME THROUGH HIGHSCHOOL NEEDED MY HELP IN THE ER I’ve been a nurse for six years now. Long shifts, aching feet, barely enough time to eat—but I love it. It’s the one place where I feel like I truly matter. Nobody cares what I look like, just that I do my job well. But today? Today threw me back to a time I’d rather forget. I walked into the ER room with my chart, barely glancing at the name. “Alright, let’s see what we got—” Then I looked up. Robby Langston. He was sitting on the bed, wincing as he held his wrist, but when he saw me, his eyes went wide. For a second, I thought maybe he didn’t recognize me. But then he did a quick, awkward glance at my face—at my nose—and I knew. Middle school, high school… he made my life hell. “Big Becca,” “Toucan Sam,” all the creative ways to make a girl hate her own reflection. I spent years wishing I could shrink, disappear, be anyone else. But here I was, standing in scrubs, holding his chart, and he was the one needing me. “Becca?” His voice was hesitant, almost nervous. “Wow, uh… it’s been a while.” I kept my face neutral. “What happened to your wrist?” “Basketball injury,” he said. “Just a sprain, I think.” I nodded, checking his vitals, doing my job like I would with anyone else. But inside, I was battling old ghosts. I had imagined a moment like this before—facing my past, getting some kind of closure. Maybe even some kind of justice. Then, as I wrapped his wrist, he let out ⬇️

- by mmolong - Leave a Comment

I’ve been a nurse for six years now. Long shifts, aching feet, barely enough time to eat—but I love it. It’s the one place where I feel like I truly …

THE GUY WHO BULLIED ME THROUGH HIGHSCHOOL NEEDED MY HELP IN THE ER I’ve been a nurse for six years now. Long shifts, aching feet, barely enough time to eat—but I love it. It’s the one place where I feel like I truly matter. Nobody cares what I look like, just that I do my job well. But today? Today threw me back to a time I’d rather forget. I walked into the ER room with my chart, barely glancing at the name. “Alright, let’s see what we got—” Then I looked up. Robby Langston. He was sitting on the bed, wincing as he held his wrist, but when he saw me, his eyes went wide. For a second, I thought maybe he didn’t recognize me. But then he did a quick, awkward glance at my face—at my nose—and I knew. Middle school, high school… he made my life hell. “Big Becca,” “Toucan Sam,” all the creative ways to make a girl hate her own reflection. I spent years wishing I could shrink, disappear, be anyone else. But here I was, standing in scrubs, holding his chart, and he was the one needing me. “Becca?” His voice was hesitant, almost nervous. “Wow, uh… it’s been a while.” I kept my face neutral. “What happened to your wrist?” “Basketball injury,” he said. “Just a sprain, I think.” I nodded, checking his vitals, doing my job like I would with anyone else. But inside, I was battling old ghosts. I had imagined a moment like this before—facing my past, getting some kind of closure. Maybe even some kind of justice. Then, as I wrapped his wrist, he let out ⬇️ Read More