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Someone got onto the comment section of my post! Initially, after I saw it was SPAM, I thought the commenter was a Facebook friend of mine who had her page hacked, but I was wrong because we aren't even FB friends. I pride myself on knowing most of the Facebook hacks out there, but this one stumped me since the page that was hacked wasn't a friend of mine nor a friend of a friend! The only thing I kind of guessed was that because my FB page is public, (for the most part), that is how the scammer got onto my page. My nephew was scammed out of $400.00 through Cash App a few years ago but that wasn't via Social Media. That made me keep a look out for it (the Cash App scam). Well, it seems these two people (scammers) are in it together! I'm talking about the fact that it happened again yesterday! Read about it in the 'Related' section below: I hope that my experience will help you stop those types of scams. Let me know if it did in the comment section below: Catherine Davis Founder/Chief Commentator & Editor Listen & Study Services
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4/10/2023 When My Pet Ownership Turned My Life Into A Mental Paradox; I Thought I’d Never Escape From It!Read NowWhen My Pet Ownership Turned My Life Into A Mental Paradox; I Thought I’d Never Escape From It! Many years ago, my family was going through financial difficulties and we couldn’t take all our dogs to the place where we moved temporarily. It was around this time that I reached a sudden realization that my family and I should not have had pets in the first place when we couldn’t provide support for them nor ourselves at this time in our lives. And, I learned a valuable lesson after my heart was torn into when I had to sign all my dogs over to an animal shelter that only kept animals within two weeks or less and if nobody adopts those animals they will be euthanized; especially the aggressive breeds! Shelters do this in order to free up space to take in more animals. I didn’t know this until months later. I found myself many times taking in animals that I couldn’t financially support. I remember having 16 dogs at one time. My female and male pit bulls had 2 sets of litters with five other breeds. When I think about it now, sure it sounds really crazy but this actually happened! I did some research and found this information which shed light on a much ignored topic: Did you know there are several reasons why people pick up strays off the street that they can't afford?: MENTAL ILLNESS YOU MAY NOT EVEN KNOW YOU HAVE, AND SOME ARE IN DENIAL WHEN IT COMES TO NOT WANTING PEOPLE TO THINK/CALL THEM CRAZY! This was ME!: Animals equaled Emotional Support to me! It is a fact that animals provide emotional support to people with mental health issues, and the presence of an animal can reduce anxiety, depression, and other negative emotions! Me- A Sense of Purpose: People with mental health issues may adopt animals as a way of giving themselves a sense of purpose. Caring for an animal can give someone a sense of responsibility and a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Me-Loneliness: Many people with mental health issues experience feelings of loneliness and isolation. Adopting an animal can provide a sense of companionship and reduce feelings of loneliness. Me-Impulsive Decisions: People with mental health issues may be more likely to make impulsive decisions, including adopting an animal without fully considering the long-term costs and responsibilities. Recommendations: It is unfortunate that some people find themselves in a situation where they can no longer afford to care for their pets or are unable to find a new home for them. However, abandoning animals is never an acceptable solution as it can put them in danger and cause them to suffer. If someone cannot keep their pet and cannot find a new home for him or her, there are a few options available: 1) Reach out to local animal rescue organizations and shelters. Even if they are currently full, they may be able to offer resources or guidance on how to rehome the pet. 2) Consider contacting breed-specific rescues, as they may have more specialized resources and knowledge for that particular breed. 3) Consider fostering the pet temporarily until a new home can be found. 4) Try reaching out to friends, family, and acquaintances who may be able to take in the pet. 5) Look into pet-friendly housing options to prevent future housing issues. It is important to remember that adopting a pet is a long-term commitment, and people should only do so if they are financially and emotionally prepared to care for them. If someone is unable to continue caring for their pet, they should take the responsibility to ensure the pet is taken care of and find them a safe and loving new home. Conclusion: If you read this and it sounds like something you’re experiencing, please seek some kind of counseling! There are lots of resources to turn to. After several devastating heart breaking events like I just mentioned in prior paragraphs, I was determined to get help and self meditation was my go to source because it worked wonders for me, and I’m recovering well. I now parent one dog named ‘Findie’ and some fish… They are enough and affordable for me! And, I’m mentally happy and satisfied. Please be advised, some people may need a professional therapist depending on the the circumstances. I am not a counselor,this is just my personal story and I needed to share. People and all animals deserve to live a happy and healthy life. If you truly love your furry family member do what’s best.They deserve to be properly loved and cared for. Please don’t abandon them, that can turn out horrible! #ididwhatwasbest #selfcarecomesfirst #animalloverforlife By Angelus Woods Listen & Study Services' Freelance Writer
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Black Women Die from Pregnancy and Childbirth Complications At Alarming Rates
Thank you, Lord Jesus, that at 38 weeks, my daughter went to the hospital in March when she could no longer feel my grandson kicking for a whole day. It turned out that she had a massive 13 cm fibroid blocking his ability to be born naturally (along with three smaller fibroids), move, and grow (he was born 4lbs 13oz). They had to stay in the hospital for five days.
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Editor, L&SS
I didn't know what to expect if I clicked on this little girl's video! Horrible thoughts ran through my mind, and I almost deleted this request to post it on my Facebook group wall!
One thought came immediately to mind as I watched and cried throughout this video. "Why can't fathers see the hurt they're causing their children?" It is as clear as day in all children who face the terrible situations this little girl faces all too often, if not daily!
If you want to know how I know so much about this, I think you can guess what I am about to tell you. Yes, I didn't have my father either as a little girl. I was younger than she when he and my mother decided they'd had enough with each other and they split up and later, they divorced.
My father had a girlfriend (The little girl mentioned that her dad was always looking at girls) who was terribly resentful of the four of us children; our ages ranged from 8, 7, 5 1/2 (me), and 2 1/2 years of age. From what I was told, my father wanted to take care of us, but he was a long distance truck driver and was never home.
Word got back to my mother's side of the family that our step-mother was physically abusing us. They told my father and then he gave us to them so they could send us to our maternal grand mother in California (We lived in Chicago, IL at the time). I didn't hear from my father for about 11 years! And when I we did talk, it was only over the phone. I finally got a chance to see him again when my mother died (in Chicago) a month before my 18th birthday, and I flew to her funeral. At the airport, he didn't even reach out to greet and hug me, I hugged him - he was so stiff! I got a pain in my heart that day that never went away! I flew back to my foster home (Yeah, our grand mother was worse than our step mother with the abuse) and only saw him again for the few months he lived with me and my daughter. I was 33. We didn't really talk! I promise you, "I tried to talk with him"! He didn't seem to like me. :'(
I am 53-years-old now and he has since passed away. I still feel the emptiness of him never being there for me as a child. But I forgave him decades ago because I love him still!
Editor, L&SS
I didn't know what to expect if I clicked on this little girl's video! Horrible thoughts ran through my mind, and I almost deleted this request to post it on my Facebook group wall!
One thought came immediately to mind as I watched and cried throughout this video. "Why can't fathers see the hurt they're causing their children?" It is as clear as day in all children who face the terrible situations this little girl faces all too often, if not daily!
If you want to know how I know so much about this, I think you can guess what I am about to tell you. Yes, I didn't have my father either as a little girl. I was younger than she when he and my mother decided they'd had enough with each other and they split up and later, they divorced.
My father had a girlfriend (The little girl mentioned that her dad was always looking at girls) who was terribly resentful of the four of us children; our ages ranged from 8, 7, 5 1/2 (me), and 2 1/2 years of age. From what I was told, my father wanted to take care of us, but he was a long distance truck driver and was never home.
Word got back to my mother's side of the family that our step-mother was physically abusing us. They told my father and then he gave us to them so they could send us to our maternal grand mother in California (We lived in Chicago, IL at the time). I didn't hear from my father for about 11 years! And when I we did talk, it was only over the phone. I finally got a chance to see him again when my mother died (in Chicago) a month before my 18th birthday, and I flew to her funeral. At the airport, he didn't even reach out to greet and hug me, I hugged him - he was so stiff! I got a pain in my heart that day that never went away! I flew back to my foster home (Yeah, our grand mother was worse than our step mother with the abuse) and only saw him again for the few months he lived with me and my daughter. I was 33. We didn't really talk! I promise you, "I tried to talk with him"! He didn't seem to like me. :'(
I am 53-years-old now and he has since passed away. I still feel the emptiness of him never being there for me as a child. But I forgave him decades ago because I love him still!
We live in Chiraq (Chicago/Iraq) Illinois
I live here! The mainstream news media doesn't report all the shootings here because they are too commonplace! Last week, in my area, a 21-year-old was shot in the chest and the 30 something-year-old who was walking with/near him was shot in the hand!
My daughter and I were forced to move here to the west side after I lost my job and couldn't find work September 2015! When I heard the gunshots, I thought the noise was someone hammering sheet metal! Weird I thought! I kept working on my computer!
Chicago is now 'Chiraq' as of this year (the worse year for murder in decades)!
My daughter and I were forced to move here to the west side after I lost my job and couldn't find work September 2015! When I heard the gunshots, I thought the noise was someone hammering sheet metal! Weird I thought! I kept working on my computer!
Chicago is now 'Chiraq' as of this year (the worse year for murder in decades)!
Allergic to our 2 and a half-year-old cat
I actually keyed a bunch of information here in this post, but it disappeared! I was so upset that I just left this image of our cat named Jasmine and didn't rekey the post!
Well, I do want to share one thing about Jasmine and my allergies, the allergist highly suggested we get rid of our beloved pet!!! I was thinking, "You must not like pets! And, you must be crazy if you think we're going to just 'Get rid of our cat'!"
We love Jasmine and she's become a part of this family. So, no can do, we're not getting rid of her! I will just keep taking allergy medication and follow the instructions the allergist gave me!
Seriously, who just throws their cat out like that?
Well, I do want to share one thing about Jasmine and my allergies, the allergist highly suggested we get rid of our beloved pet!!! I was thinking, "You must not like pets! And, you must be crazy if you think we're going to just 'Get rid of our cat'!"
We love Jasmine and she's become a part of this family. So, no can do, we're not getting rid of her! I will just keep taking allergy medication and follow the instructions the allergist gave me!
Seriously, who just throws their cat out like that?
All Police are Bad
Before you jump at the chance to clobber me with words, read my blog post.
Many of you won't get what I'm saying no matter how I explain my reasoning! Does the idea of blaming all police officers for the lawlessness of a few seem far-fetched to you? If you've answered 'No' to this question, you're in the minority! If you've answered 'Yes' to this question, you're a part of thousands of Americans who understand that some does not, in fact, mean all!
In 2011, my daughter (an African American) experienced a traumatic event involving Chicago, Illinois police. She was on her way home from work (Where she worked in an office on campus) and sitting at a bus stop downtown in the loop area. All of a sudden about five police officers approached her and started asking her a bunch of questions. She called me just sobbing away. My heart broke for her! Another African American, a man, was brought up to her and asked if she was the one who robbed him of his wallet. HE SAID YES! Then the one male officer told her to stand up and turn around and put her hands behind her. But all of a sudden when she started crying her eyes out, he kept staring at her as if he wasn't sure! That's when the female cops told my daughter not to cry - and that everything is alright or something along those lines! My daughter was patravide and wounded for good! They let her go but the mean male officer asked her why was she still sitting at the bus stop - Ugh!!!!
There was another incident involving Chicago police but this time both my daughter and myself where there. We were in the loop walking up Lake Street and I had my rolling bag (that kept turning on its side from time-to-time). My daughter was ahead of me when I started to cross on a green light within the crosswalk when all of a sudden a limo driver pulled up in the left turn lane on the right side of me. Well, my rolling bag decided it was going to give out on me just at that precise moment! That guy had a fit and hit my bag. And with his window down, he told me to hurry up! My daughter became outraged that someone would dare assault her mom. So she kicked his bumper! He jumped out of his car (a really big man) and went after my small sized daughter. He was enragged. He grabbed her and shoved her against a wall and said stay right there because he was calling the police on her. I have never been so scared in my life. I tried to get her to leave and run and get the heck out of there because I knew the police were going to take his word over ours (here in Chicago that's the way things are)! Yeah, the limo driver was Caucasian!
Finally she broke loose from his grip and runs away with me to the bus stop. Well wouldn't you know it, the evil man still called the police who pulled up to the bus stop and questioned my daughter by asking her why she kicked the man's limo. They looked at the limo and didn't see any damage but told her that if they did see any damage they'd arrest her! WHAT???? Can you believe that!!! I'd lost my trust in police officers after that! I never call them or look at them.
Then something dawned on me and I remembered something. I remembered, "The lady police officers who were nice to my daughter in 2011!" I knew then, in my heart-of-hearts, that I couldn't say all police officers are bad! As a matter of fact, I knew that if I ever needed one because someone was trying to harm me, I was 100 percent sure the police would protect me!
Thus, I reached a conclusion about all this business of hating the police and stating that they all are bad, and decided that I can't get with that! Unfortunately though, I (we) still have to deal with many (Not all) bad officers out in the public who are making it bad for the good ones! Sadly, this is the world we're living in today.
By Catherine Davis
Founder,
Listen & Study Services
Many of you won't get what I'm saying no matter how I explain my reasoning! Does the idea of blaming all police officers for the lawlessness of a few seem far-fetched to you? If you've answered 'No' to this question, you're in the minority! If you've answered 'Yes' to this question, you're a part of thousands of Americans who understand that some does not, in fact, mean all!
In 2011, my daughter (an African American) experienced a traumatic event involving Chicago, Illinois police. She was on her way home from work (Where she worked in an office on campus) and sitting at a bus stop downtown in the loop area. All of a sudden about five police officers approached her and started asking her a bunch of questions. She called me just sobbing away. My heart broke for her! Another African American, a man, was brought up to her and asked if she was the one who robbed him of his wallet. HE SAID YES! Then the one male officer told her to stand up and turn around and put her hands behind her. But all of a sudden when she started crying her eyes out, he kept staring at her as if he wasn't sure! That's when the female cops told my daughter not to cry - and that everything is alright or something along those lines! My daughter was patravide and wounded for good! They let her go but the mean male officer asked her why was she still sitting at the bus stop - Ugh!!!!
There was another incident involving Chicago police but this time both my daughter and myself where there. We were in the loop walking up Lake Street and I had my rolling bag (that kept turning on its side from time-to-time). My daughter was ahead of me when I started to cross on a green light within the crosswalk when all of a sudden a limo driver pulled up in the left turn lane on the right side of me. Well, my rolling bag decided it was going to give out on me just at that precise moment! That guy had a fit and hit my bag. And with his window down, he told me to hurry up! My daughter became outraged that someone would dare assault her mom. So she kicked his bumper! He jumped out of his car (a really big man) and went after my small sized daughter. He was enragged. He grabbed her and shoved her against a wall and said stay right there because he was calling the police on her. I have never been so scared in my life. I tried to get her to leave and run and get the heck out of there because I knew the police were going to take his word over ours (here in Chicago that's the way things are)! Yeah, the limo driver was Caucasian!
Finally she broke loose from his grip and runs away with me to the bus stop. Well wouldn't you know it, the evil man still called the police who pulled up to the bus stop and questioned my daughter by asking her why she kicked the man's limo. They looked at the limo and didn't see any damage but told her that if they did see any damage they'd arrest her! WHAT???? Can you believe that!!! I'd lost my trust in police officers after that! I never call them or look at them.
Then something dawned on me and I remembered something. I remembered, "The lady police officers who were nice to my daughter in 2011!" I knew then, in my heart-of-hearts, that I couldn't say all police officers are bad! As a matter of fact, I knew that if I ever needed one because someone was trying to harm me, I was 100 percent sure the police would protect me!
Thus, I reached a conclusion about all this business of hating the police and stating that they all are bad, and decided that I can't get with that! Unfortunately though, I (we) still have to deal with many (Not all) bad officers out in the public who are making it bad for the good ones! Sadly, this is the world we're living in today.
By Catherine Davis
Founder,
Listen & Study Services
Fabulous Corn-roll Hair Styles That Rock
When I was 5 and a half to six years old, my young aunts (all under 25-years-old) taught me how to corn-roll! From that day on, everyone who wanted their hair braided would ask me to braid their hair. "I absolutely loved braiding hair too!" You know as I reflect on yester-years, I think I liked braiding my family's hair because it brought us closer.
That probably explains why I stopped braiding anyone's hair again until my daughter was born. You see, I was snatched away from my grandmother, cousins, and aunts and uncle and placed in a foster home alone and even away from my siblings.
I just realized today that my love of braiding tied in with family closeness. Once my family was gone, there was nothing to keep my thoughts together long enough to enjoy doing it any longer! Yet, I still loved doing hair.
So when I saw this corn-roll hair style (below) of this little girl's, all those memories of braiding my aunts' hair came rushing back! Yeah, those days I spent braiding their hair outside on Little Mama's porch laughing and giggling at my silly big brothers Van and Freddy! And, I sigh because I miss those days! :'(
Maybe one day I'll have a granddaughter and I could start over again! Right!
By Catherine Davis
Founder/CEO
Listen & Study Services
That probably explains why I stopped braiding anyone's hair again until my daughter was born. You see, I was snatched away from my grandmother, cousins, and aunts and uncle and placed in a foster home alone and even away from my siblings.
I just realized today that my love of braiding tied in with family closeness. Once my family was gone, there was nothing to keep my thoughts together long enough to enjoy doing it any longer! Yet, I still loved doing hair.
So when I saw this corn-roll hair style (below) of this little girl's, all those memories of braiding my aunts' hair came rushing back! Yeah, those days I spent braiding their hair outside on Little Mama's porch laughing and giggling at my silly big brothers Van and Freddy! And, I sigh because I miss those days! :'(
Maybe one day I'll have a granddaughter and I could start over again! Right!
By Catherine Davis
Founder/CEO
Listen & Study Services
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