She had prayed so long her knees knew the shape of the floor.At night, when the house was quiet and the glow of the phone had finally gone black, she would sit at the edge of her bed and talk to God the way lonely people do. Not with fine words. With need.“Send me a man who is not a boy,” she said.“Send me someone brave. Honest. Loyal. A man

by Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical HealerIt’s outrageous that in 2025, with all our AI and automated systems, children and families who rely on food stamps are still left in limbo when the government shuts down. We live in a time where sending out benefits doesn’t require a person to push a button—so why should the most vulnerable suffe