Joe Class III
Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-24

At 7:15 AM, she rolls her cart through the Gibson Center radiating something most people lose along the way. I spent weeks watching her, trying to crack the code. What I discovered about worth will change how you see everyone you meet. New story up on the blog - link in bio.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-23

Runners know. We can feel worn-out shoes breathing their last breath. Then the unexpected. My Garmin picks July 4th to stop in its dramatic final day. Six months. Watching my fitness melt away. So, I did what any storyteller would do. What happened next reminds me why community matters more than miles. 🏃‍♂️

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-23

You can smell hot asphalt from three blocks away. But when you're standing next to 525-degree molten tar, that smell becomes everything.

Friday morning. New roofer Darrell claimed to be a journeyman. I believed him.

When it came time to fill the hi boy with hot asphalt, I trusted that he'd done his part. I pulled the rope.

Big mistake.

Ever trusted the wrong person at the worst possible time? 🔥👷‍♂️

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-23

Seeing Heaven At First Light

📱 Share this story | 💌 Save for later Guess where I found heaven? It's hiding in plain sight. Come with me to First Light Coffee, Thursday mornings. You'll see! 7:43 AM sharp. Espresso machines hiss steam. First Light Coffee pulses with morning energy. Aromatic, rich smells of fresh roasts mix with the scent of warm cinnamon pastries. An old man shuffles through the door, leaning on his weathered cane, carrying countless stories of a…

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-21

Midnight deadline. Coffee shop closing. Finger hovering over ChatGPT. One tap solves everything—or destroys my integrity. I chose the hard path. Here's why shortcuts always cost more than they save.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-20

Who are you when nobody's watching?

Every day we face the 35 mph test. Foot over accelerator. Eyes scanning for cops. Speed limit sign staring back.

David chose integrity over his daughter's scholarship interview. The lesson that followed changed everything.

Sometimes character costs us something. That's what makes it character.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-20

Why your posts disappear but your actions last forever

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-18

Someone wrote a check for exactly $127.43. Not $127. Not $130. The exact amount on Rebecca's water bill. Down to the penny. Someone counted every cent. Read Rebecca's story and tell me this was just coincidence 👇

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-16

"Lord, Crystal, nobody in Branson writes bad checks for garage sale junk!"
Crystal thought she was sharing juicy trailer park gossip about their Indian neighbor Kavitha selling family photos to pay lot fees, only to get scammed. But her best friend Misty's getting madder by the minute—and Crystal's realizing she wasn't just an innocent bystander.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-15

🚨 Locked out. Soaking wet. Wearing a towel.
👍 Jack Stevens just wanted his water bottle.
👎 Instead, he sparked a showdown with clinic security, crashed a wine gala, and accidentally became a performance artist.

Sometimes a bad day isn’t a disaster — it’s a spotlight.
"Wrong Place, Wrong Time."
A story about being ignored, being seen, and showing up anyway.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-01

🧊 1977. Three 7-year-olds. One frozen pond. The WORST decision ever.
Picture this: we're sliding across ice having the TIME OF OUR LIVES... until we look up and EVERYONE IS GONE. School started. We're screwed.
Then I spot Mr. Rick's Ford LTD. Our principal. Watching us.
"DUCK!" 😂
Drop a 🧊 if you were the "wouldn't it be cool" kid!

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-07-01

I was twelve, racing to the pool, annoyed by my brother James and his flip-flops. When his shoe caught the sidewalk, he flipped over his bike and landed perfectly on his feet. "Did you see that?!" he yelled, pure joy radiating. I ignored him and pedaled away. Thirty years later, I realize I've spent my life racing past people's victories. Now I celebrate "flip-flop moments" everywhere. Real leadership means stopping for standing ovations. Who's waiting for yours today?

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-30

Made 3 people invisible yesterday. My daughter called me out: 'She always says hi, Dad. She seems nice.' The grocery store cashier. The barista who knows my order. The colleague walking alone to her car. When did we stop seeing the humans helping us every day? Community isn't something to find—it's already there, waiting for us to notice. This week: learn one name. Ask how someone's really doing. Watch what happens when people realize they're seen. 👋

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-30

The Grief That Taught a Church How to Love

THREAD 🧵 The Post That Changed Everything David hit "publish" and watched his church world transform. 📱 His post: "Church leaders preach about being the body of Christ, but when your child dies, your marriage crumbles, and COVID steals what's left, you get three casseroles the first week and two years of silence. Maybe it's time we all learn what shepherding really means."

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-29

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“If I think it’s spam, it’s spam. That’s how democracy works. Majority of one.” Sometimes office life makes you petty. Sometimes you act on it.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-17

Two little girls. One pushed. One cried. One apologized. The other wouldn’t. On a playground filled with mulch, tears, and tension, a lesson unfolds about emotional intelligence, courage, and the power of saying “I’m sorry.” Sometimes, we carry anger like a stone. But what if we chose to set it down? 💬 What stone are you still carrying?

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-13

⚽ Twelve 8-year-olds + 200mg of caffeine + one mortified coach = the best bar story you'll hear today. Trust us, you want to hear how this ends.

Experience Joe Class III's signature active storytelling style—where every scene crackles with immediate energy and authentic voices.

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-12

🚗💸 Seventeen minutes. A rental car. No license. And a pocket full of cash.
What started as a quick errand turned into a high-speed chase through Beaverton’s slick hills—with me behind the wheel, sweating bullets and dodging headlights.

👉 Read the full story: “Seventeen Minutes” by Joe Class III

’tTryThisAtHome

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-11

Three States, One Car, Zero Plan

By Joe Class III Picture this: It’s past midnight in Dublin, California. I’m eighteen years old, driving in circles like a lost tourist. Except I’m not—I’m basically homeless, living out of my four-door brown Datsun with a souped-up 280Z four-speed manual transmission. Terrible life choices, I know. Less than two weeks earlier, I’d blown up my relationship with Dad over some long-distance phone calls to California, back when…

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Joe Class IIIjoeclass3
2025-06-10

"Sometimes the messages we need most feel like cruel jokes at first. After losing my son, mother-in-law, dog, job, and marriage in one devastating year, a fortune cookie told me I was 'a symbol of resilience and strength.' I wanted to throw it away. Instead, it became the catalyst for rebuilding my life through storytelling. Your pain doesn't define you—your choice to keep moving forward does. Read my full story and share yours. 💪

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