This Marine found four baby rabbits stranded with a lifeless mother. Instead of leaving them to die, he took them in. He has been taking care of them until the rabbits can be released back into the wild. This picture shows the Marine feeding one of the babies with a dropper.
oh my god
In the orphanage I began to stutter. The day they brought me there, after they pulled me in, crying and screaming, suddenly there I was in the large dining room with a hundred kids sitting there eating, at five o’clock, and they were all staring at me. So I stopped crying right away. Maybe that’s a reason along with the rest: my mother and the idea of being an orphan. Anyway, I stuttered. That was the first time. Later on, in my teens, when I was at Van Knight High School, they elected me secretary of the English class, and every time I had to read the minutes I’d say, “Minutes of the last m-m-m-meeting.” It was terrible. That went on for two years, I guess, until I was fifteen.
Sometimes it even happens to me today if I’m very nervous or excited. Once when I had a small part in a movie, in a scene where I was supposed to go up the stairs, I forgot what was happening and the assistant director came and yelled at me, and I was so confused that when I got into the scene I stuttered. Then the director himself came up to me and said, “You don’t stutter.” And I said, “That’s what you think.” It was painful. And it still is if I speak very fast or have to make a speech. Terrible…[silence].
-Marilyn in an interview with Georges Belmont, editor of the French magazine Marie Claire, 1960