HAPPY NEW YEAR 2026!

By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026 

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Wishing you a bright, hopeful, and peaceful New Year. Shall the months ahead bring stories worth telling. My wish is they bring memories worth keeping. I hope they offer moments that remind us we’re all connected in this beautiful, unpredictable world.

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Here’s to a New Year filled with kindness, courage, and the quiet joys that make life meaningful. Shall we step ahead together with gratitude for where we’ve been and anticipation for what’s yet to come.

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As we welcome a brand-new year, we hope every heart will find renewal. We wish every home find peace. We want every journey to find purpose. Whatever your traditions or celebrations, I wish you joy, health, and hope in the year ahead.

Benjamin Groff


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The Last Five Days

This Story From The Classics. Posted Originally in 2024 it is Reposted this year as part of the best of the best stories benandsteve.com are sharing at years end.

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The year was drawing to a close. In the small town of Willow’s End, the final days carried a weight of reflection and anticipation. The air was cold but not bitter. The snow was soft and forgiving. Every storefront on Main Street was adorned with strings of lights that twinkled like tiny stars.

December 27th

Emily wandered through the park, her boots crunching against the frost-bitten ground. She carried a notebook. Its pages brimmed with half-written resolutions. They held sketches of dreams she hoped to realize in the coming year. Her golden retriever, Milo, bounded ahead, his tail wagging like a metronome. 

The park was quiet, save for the sound of distant laughter from the skating rink.

Emily paused by the frozen pond, watching the skaters glide effortlessly across the ice. 

She scribbled in her notebook: 

Be brave enough to try something new.

December 28th

The morning dawned with a vibrant sunrise, streaks of orange and pink painting the horizon. Friends and families gathered for breakfast at the local diner, sharing stories of their year. Old Mr. Harper, the town’s unofficial historian, sat by the window, regaling a group of children with tales of Willow’s End’s founding.

Emily listened from a nearby booth, smiling to herself. Inspired, she jotted another resolution:

 Learn the stories of those who came before me.

December 29th

The storm arrived unexpectedly, blanketing the town with fresh snow. Emily stayed indoors, wrapping herself in a quilt by the fireplace. She reread letters from old friends, rediscovering the warmth in their words.

Milo lay at her feet, snoring softly. The snowstorm felt like a pause, a chance to breathe before the year’s end. In her notebook, she wrote: 

Reconnect with those who matter most.

December 30th

By morning, the storm had passed, leaving the town glistening under the winter sun. Emily joined the townsfolk in clearing sidewalks and helping neighbors dig out their cars. Laughter echoed as children built snowmen and adults exchanged cups of steaming cocoa.

As Emily shoveled, she realized how connected the community felt in such moments. That evening, she added another note to her resolutions: 

Be an active part of something bigger than myself.

December 31st

The year’s final day arrived, bringing a mix of celebration and introspection. The town square rang with energy as the community readied for the annual New Year’s Eve bonfire.

Emily stood among the crowd, her notebook tucked safely in her coat pocket. When the clock struck midnight, fireworks began exploding, painting the sky with bursts of color. Cheers and laughter filled the air. 

Emily closed her eyes and whispered her final resolution: 

Embrace the unknown with hope.

The last five days of the year hadn’t been filled with grand adventures. There weren’t dramatic changes. Yet, they had been quietly transformative. As Emily walked home under the starlit sky, she felt ready for the year ahead. She was also prepared for whatever life had in store.

The Last Seven Days

This Story Is A Reposted Story From The Classics Files For The Best Of The Best As Counted Down in 2024

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John’s eyes fluttered open, the sterile white ceiling of the hospital room coming into focus. His head throbbed, and he felt disoriented. He overheard two doctors talking outside his room as he tried to piece together what had happened.

“Only seven days left,” one of them said. “We need to make sure everything is in order.”

John’s heart sank. Seven days left? He must be dying. Panic surged through him as he realized he had only a week to live. But instead of succumbing to fear, a fierce determination took hold. He couldn’t stay in the hospital; he had to escape and make the most of his remaining time.

Ignoring the pain in his head, John began to formulate a plan. He waited until the nurses changed shifts, then quietly slipped out of bed. John found a set of scrubs in a nearby closet and put them on, hoping to blend in. With his heart pounding, he made his way down the hallway, avoiding eye contact with anyone who would recognize him.

As he reached the exit, a nurse called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir, where are you going?”

John’s mind raced.

“I… I need some fresh air,”

he stammered.

The nurse frowned but didn’t pursue him. John pushed open the door and stepped into the cold winter air. He had made it out, but now what? He had no money, phone, or idea where to go.

John was determined to make the most of his final days. He wandered the city and visited places he had always wanted to see. He watched the sunrise from the top of a hill, the sky ablaze with colors. He fed the ducks at the park, their quacks a symphony of nature. And he even ate a fancy dinner by sneaking into a high-end restaurant, savoring every bite.

As the days passed, John felt a strange sense of peace. He had lived more in those few days than he had in years. On the seventh day, he found himself back at the hospital, drawn by a need for closure.

He walked through the doors and was instantly recognized by a nurse. “John! We’ve been looking for you everywhere. You need to be in bed; your head wound is serious.”

John sighed and allowed himself to get led back to his room. As he lay in bed, he overheard the doctors talking again.

“Only one day left,”

one of them said.

“I can’t believe the year is almost over.”

John’s eyes widened in realization. They talked about the end of the year, not his life. Relief, pure and unadulterated, washed over him, followed by a wave of exhaustion. He had been running from a misunderstanding, and now he was free.

As the clock struck midnight, John smiled to himself. He had a new lease on life and a newfound appreciation for every moment. He vowed to live each day with the same passion and urgency he had felt during those seven days. He understood that life was too precious to waste. His experience had transformed him, filling him with hope and a deep appreciation for the gift of life.