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.
“Sorry for the Delay…” Began the Letter Discovered Among My Deceased Mother’s Possessions

I thought I knew everything about my family until my mother passed away unexpectedly. I felt lost without her. To remember her, I moved back into the old house where I grew up, surrounded by cherished memories, pictures on the walls, her favorite books, and the familiar scent of lavender.
One day, I felt drawn to the attic, especially a closet that had always been a mystery. My mom never discussed what was inside, and as a child, I never asked. But now, I was ready to explore.
On a rainy afternoon, I opened the closet door. Dust danced in the light as I pulled out a box filled with postcards, unfamiliar photos, and jewelry I’d never seen her wear. Among the items was an old letter addressed to my mother. Its yellowed paper felt ancient, and I wondered why she had kept it hidden.
Curiosity took over as I opened the envelope. The letter began with an apology for not writing sooner. It was from someone named John, reminiscing about their past together. As I read, I discovered he had loved her deeply and hinted that the man I knew as my father was not my biological dad.
The realization hit me hard. My entire life had been based on a lie. I felt a mix of anger and confusion. Who was this John, and why did my mom never tell me about him? I knew I had to uncover the truth.
The next day, I visited Mrs. Natalie, our neighbor who knew my mom well. I asked her about John. She explained that he was a man my mother once loved but had vanished from her life, leaving her with a painful memory. I left her house with more questions than answers.
Driven by a need to learn more, I followed clues to a small town where John might be living. When I finally found his house, my heart raced. John opened the door, recognizing me immediately. He welcomed me in, and I learned he had loved my mother and never knew about me until years later. He had chosen to stay away to respect the life she had built.
After our conversation, I returned home, feeling a mix of emotions. I knew I had to tell my dad, David, about everything I had discovered. When I shared the news, he listened patiently and expressed his love for me. “Emma”, he said gently: “You are my daughter, no matter what”.
In the end, I found peace within myself. I decided to build a relationship with John while cherishing the bond I had with David. What mattered most was the love we shared, no matter the secrets of the past.
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