While walking to class, I saw a couple sitting in a car, stuck in the middle of road. Their car either stalled, or broke down, or something. Cars were struggling to get around them in this one lane road. At least ten cars were behind them. Three men were walking across the road and knocked on the car window. One of the men was carrying a twenty-four pack of water and set it down. The two men got behind the car and started pushing. The driver got out and pushed as well. They pushed it to a bus stop so they could be out of the way. I thought it was so selfless that these three guys stopped to help these people in need. It instils that not every human is bad.
A Brothers Grimm fairy tale.
“There once was a prince who decided to go on a journey with his servant. In a dark forest, they came to a small house, where a maiden warned them that her stepmother was a witch who disliked strangers, but unfortunately there was nowhere else for shelter. The prince and his servant reluctantly entered the witch’s house, but before they went to bed, the maiden warned the prince and his servant not to eat or drink anything the witch gave them because it might be poisonous. The next morning, the witch gave the prince’s servant a poisonous drink, telling him to give it to his master, but the servant ended up spilling it on the prince’s horse, killing it. When he told the prince what had happened and they came to the dead horse, a raven was already eating the corpse. Deciding they may not find better food that day, the servant killed the bird and took it with him. Next, they reached an inn and the servant gave the innkeeper the raven to make food of it. Unknown to the prince and his servant, the inn was really a robbers’ den. The robbers returned, and, before killing the travellers, sat down to eat. Immediately after eating a few bites of the raven soup the innkeeper had prepared, the robbers fell down dead from the poison that the raven had in its body. The innkeeper’s daughter then showed the prince and his servant the robbers’ hidden treasure, but the prince insisted that the daughter keep it.
Continuing on, the prince and his servant next came to a town where a princess would marry any man who asked her a riddle that she could not solve. The prince asked the princess, “What slew none, and yet slew twelve?” The princess could not solve the riddle, so she sent her maid to see if the prince revealed the riddle while talking in his sleep. The prince was prepared, however, because that night he had his servant sleep in his bed. When the maid came in, the servant ripped off her robe and chased her out. Next, the princess sent her chambermaid to spy on the prince while he was asleep, but the prince’s servant also ripped off her robe and chased her out. On the third night, the prince slept in his own bed, and the princess herself came in. The prince pretended to be asleep and the princess asked him the answer to the riddle. After revealing the answer, the princess departed, but left her robe behind.
The next morning, the princess announced the answer of the riddle: “A raven ate from a dead, poisoned horse, and died from it. Then, twelve robbers ate the raven and died from that.” The prince declared that the princess had not solved the riddle herself, but rather questioned him in his sleep. The town judges asked for proof, and the prince showed them the three robes. The judges ordered the princess’s robe to be embroidered with gold and silver, for it was to be her wedding robe.”
“A soldier, La Ramée, re-enlisted twice in hopes of making corporal. When his captain said he would have to re-enlist a third, he left. He came to a town all hung in black and heard that ever since the king’s daughter died, a phantom has smothered, every night, a soldier left on guard in the church. If a man stayed in the church three nights, the phantom would be stopped. La Ramée decided to dare it. The first night, he hid behind the altar, during the quarter hour while the phantom walked; it spotted him just before midnight, and vanished when the clock struck. The second night, he hid in the pulpit; the phantom hunted for him for half an hour and had its feet on the stairs to the pulpit when midnight struck. He was too afraid to stay for a third, and went to flee. A woman spoke to him, knowing he was running away, and gave him a pair of scissors, telling him to pare the nails of the phantom’s hands and feet. The third night, he did not hide, but as soon as the phantom arrived, it threw its arms about him, and he pared the nails. It turned into a beautiful princess. She told him that she had not been dead, but buried alive. The king let him marry her.”
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My sister’s first birthday. I would have been almost 5. I remember her being in a highchair, family members were gathered, and we had cake.