Scientist Stephen Hawking once held a curious experiment. He organized a party with appetizers, balloons, you name it. However, he only sent the invites after the party had already taken place. He wanted to demonstrate that time travel is impossible, and he did.
NASA begs to differ and confirms that time travel is possible, just not in the way we’ve seen in books and movies. This is good news for the following people because they’d love to start their terrible day over.
“My foot after wearing a wet boot with a hole in it for 10 hours”
“A buddy of mine seemed to think stick sun screen was a good idea.”
“Got my license in the mail today.”
“I was sitting on the lid of my toilet waiting for my bath to fill, scrolling on my phone when the lid shattered and I threw my phone in the bath.”
“My BBQ food truck burned down last month.”
“Lent a car to my brother for the day, and as a thank you, he filled up my car with the wrong fuel.”
“I turned on my defrost this morning and came back 10 minutes later to find this.”
“I did an air mold test in my apartment.”
“Went to use the bathroom at a friend’s house — nearly had a heart attack.”
“My job makes us food before each shift. Meet the zucchini hot dog.”
“I dropped my phone and now all my photos are blue-ish.”
“I asked my wife to tidy up my neck with the clippers. Yes, we are still married.”
“What they call a ’cheese’ burger”
“Got stung in the eye at 2 a.m. while asleep by probably one of the last wasps of the season.”
“I dropped the tuna can in the sink.”
“Must have dropped my keys after I locked my car. I came back to this.”
“In a boot with a broken foot on day 7 of 24 of my dream tour of the UK”
“Oops, there’s a pothole there.”
“I guess no pizza for me tonight.”
“I forgot to put sunscreen on my feet.”
If you could live an hour of your life on repeat, which hour would you choose? If you could travel back in time and get stuck in that era, which year would you go for? Let us know in the comments.
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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