Elliot Costello’s life was drastically altered in a way he never would have imagined in 2013 after traveling to an orphanage in Cambodia.
He was unaware, though, that a meeting would occur that would alter thousands of other people’s lives as well.
It all began in 2013 when Australian social entrepreneur Elliot Costello got to know a young child named Thea.
The 10-year-old girl, Thea, had been saved from a horrible situation, but regrettably, she had wound up in an orphanage. She had been sexually and physically abused for two years, and the torture had a lasting effect. Regretfully, if Elliot hadn’t existed, we might never have learned about this courageous young girl.
However, let’s start at the beginning.
Thea’s life was happy once she was born. The Cambodian girl was loved and cared for by her mother, father, and other family members just like any other child. Unfortunately, fate had other ideas for her. Her father unexpectedly passed away one day, and his loss was tragic in many ways. Not only had it been a painful and emotional experience, but Thea’s father had been the only provider for the family. The family was left in dire straits after his death.
When things became so awful for Thea, her mother had to make the painful choice to place her daughter in an orphanage since she was no longer able to care for her. Sadly, the little girl would end up spending a miserable life there.
The director of the orphanage allegedly sexually and physically abused Thea every day for two years, according to Polished Man.
Thea was eventually moved to another Hagar International-run orphanage in Phnom Penh. Australian social entrepreneur Elliot Costello became close to the boy during a visit there by playing games of naughts and crosses. The 10-year-old child, in spite of everything she had experienced, exuded happiness and optimism.
Thea used to constantly have nail polish on her tiny nails, so one day she wanted to paint Elliot’s. They had a great time together as they sat and chatted.
“I promised her that I would always remember her and her suffering,” Elliot remarked as she painted one of his nails
Elliot was inspired to try and modify men’s behavior after meeting with Thea in order to reduce the number of children who experience sexual abuse. In order to demonstrate support, he also came up with the idea to launch a trend where males paint their nails.
Another symbolic interpretation of painting one nail is that it stands for the one in five children who may experience sexual abuse. It is immediately clear from looking at the numbers that we must put in a lot of effort to solve this problem.
Nearly 70% of all reported sexual assaults involve minors who are 17 years of age or younger, according to the YMCA. Unbelievably, one in six boys and one in four girls will experience sexual abuse before they become 18 years old.
Elliot believes that since men account for over 90% of this kind of abuse against children, they should be the ones to drive change. In light of this, a large number of international superstars have joined the nail painting craze.
Polished Man is still working to provide a better, safer environment for children today. Their principal goal is to stop child sexual abuse. “Being a Polished Man means challenging violent behavior and language, both locally and globally,” the organization states.
Chris Hemsworth is one well-known person who has taken a strong stance; he posed for the organization with a painted nail.
It takes more than just remembering to purchase flowers, shouting rounds, or lifting a lot to be a @PolishedMan. Saying no to violence against children is the main goal, according to Hemsworth.
Famous surfers Kelly Slater and Zac Efron also participated in the social media challenge, and maybe more people will openly speak out against child abuse.
Although the campaign began quietly a few years prior, by 2014 it had drawn the interest of numerous prominent media outlets.
The organization has persevered in its hard work and has now existed for a decade. Polished Man claims that $8.7 million has been raised to fund trauma prevention and recovery initiatives for women and children who have experienced or are at danger of experiencing violence in Australia and other countries.
I Chose an Old Photo Album Instead of $10,000 My Grandpa Left as His Inheritance — Its Secret Changed My Life
When my parents and grandmother died in a car accident, Grandpa stepped in to raise us, binding our shattered family with love and wisdom. Little did I know, years later, his will would present a choice that would test our bonds and reveal a hidden secret, changing everything.
The day my parents and grandmother died in a car accident was the worst day of my life. Jacob, Megan, Luke, Beth, and I were left in the care of Grandpa. He stepped up without hesitation, his quiet strength holding us together.
“I won’t let you kids go through this alone,” he said, hugging us all. “We’re family, and we’ll get through this.”
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Grandpa became everything to us. He was our rock, our guide. But it was in the library that he and I truly bonded.
The others were busy with their lives: Jacob with his business schemes, Megan with her career, Luke with his carefree lifestyle, and Beth following Megan like a shadow.
“Grandpa, why do you love these old books so much?” I asked one evening as we restored a tattered volume.
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“Books are like people, Lindsey,” he replied, his eyes twinkling. “They carry stories and wisdom. They deserve care and respect.”
We spent hours in that library, losing ourselves in stories and memories. The smell of old paper and ink became a part of me, just like Grandpa’s gentle wisdom.
Years passed, and our family dynamics shifted. Jacob became more materialistic, always talking about investments and profits. Megan climbed the corporate ladder, hardly looking back. Luke drifted through life, and Beth clung to Megan’s coat-tails. But Grandpa and I remained close, our bond growing stronger.
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One evening, as we finished a particularly old book, Grandpa sighed. “You’re different from your siblings, Lindsey. You value what’s truly important.”
His words stayed with me, a quiet affirmation of our shared values. While the others pursued wealth and status, I found contentment in simpler things, especially the time with Grandpa.
Then, one fateful night, everything changed. Grandpa’s health declined rapidly, and we knew the end was near. My siblings came over, but their visits were perfunctory, more out of duty than love.
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“Just make sure the will is in order,” Jacob muttered to Megan, not realizing I could hear.
I spent those final days by Grandpa’s side, holding his hand, whispering stories, and reading to him from our favorite books. His passing was peaceful, but the void he left felt insurmountable.
At the reading of the will, we were all tense. Grandpa had left each of us a choice: $10,000 or a photo album filled with family memories. My siblings scoffed at the album.
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“Lindsey, you’re not seriously considering that, are you?” Jacob sneered. “It’s just sentimental junk.”
But I knew better. I chose the album, feeling a deep connection to Grandpa’s legacy. My siblings chose the money, their eyes gleaming with greed.
“You always were the sentimental one,” Megan said, rolling her eyes.
I ignored their taunts, holding the album close. It felt like a piece of Grandpa, something real and lasting. Little did I know, it held more than memories; it held a secret that would change everything.
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“You’re crazy, Lindsey,” Luke said. “Ten grand could set you up for a while.”
“It’s not about the money,” I replied, opening the album. “It’s about what it represents.”
The siblings laughed, shaking their heads. But as I turned the pages, I felt a strange comfort. The photos brought back floods of memories, moments of joy, love, and Grandpa’s wisdom. Then, tucked behind a photo of Grandpa and me in the library, I found a letter and a check for $100,000.
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“Oh my word,” I whispered, my hands trembling. The letter, written in Grandpa’s neat script, read:
My Dearest Lindsey,
If you are reading this, it means you chose the photo album, just as I knew you would. This album holds the memories of our precious time together, the moments we shared that were more valuable to me than anything else in this world.
You have always been the light in my life, especially in my final days when you cared for me with such love and devotion. Your kindness and strength have been a source of immense pride for me. I wanted to give you something that would remind you of the bond we shared, something that would carry forward our legacy.
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Enclosed with this letter is a check for $100,000. This is my final gift to you, to help you continue your journey and pursue your dreams. Use it wisely, and remember that I will always be with you in spirit, guiding you and cheering you on.
Thank you for being my rock, for understanding the true value of our memories, and for choosing love over material wealth. You are, and always will be, my precious granddaughter.
With all my love,
Grandfather
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Tears streamed down my face. He had known. He had always known. I felt a surge of love and gratitude, mixed with a sense of vindication. My siblings, who had mocked me, were oblivious to this final gift of Grandpa’s love.
“What are you crying about?” Beth asked, peering over my shoulder.
I quickly folded the letter and slipped it into my pocket. “Nothing. Just memories.”
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As the days passed, I pondered what to do with the money. Grandpa had always taught us the value of giving back. Inspired, I decided to start a foundation in his name, dedicated to helping educate children who had lost their parents, just like we had.
When I told my siblings about my plan, they were shocked.
“Why would you do that?” Jacob asked, incredulous. “You could invest it, make more money.”
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“Because it’s what Grandpa would have wanted,” I replied firmly. “It’s about honoring his legacy.”
They didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. I knew in my heart that this was the right thing to do. As I worked on setting up the foundation, I felt Grandpa’s presence guiding me, his love and wisdom still with me.
Meanwhile, my siblings faced their own struggles. Jacob’s investments went sour, Megan’s career hit a snag, Luke’s carefree lifestyle caught up with him, and Beth, without Megan to follow, felt lost. Their pursuit of material wealth had led them to empty successes.
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In a twist of fate, they came to me for help. Their pride had been humbled, and they saw the value in what I was doing. I agreed to help, but with a condition: they had to contribute to the foundation.
“This is about more than just money,” I said. “It’s about family, about giving back. It’s what Grandpa wanted.”
Reluctantly, they agreed. Through working together, they began to see the true value of love, compassion, and family.
The foundation flourished, helping countless children and bringing new meaning to my life. Every time I saw a child’s face light up with hope, I felt Grandpa’s presence.
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As the months passed, our family began to heal. We worked together, not just for the foundation but to rebuild our fractured relationships. The siblings who once mocked my choices now respected them, seeing the wisdom in Grandpa’s teachings.
One sunny afternoon, I visited Grandpa’s grave. The cemetery was quiet, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers. I knelt by his tombstone, tracing the letters of his name.
“Hi, Grandpa,” I whispered. “I hope you’re proud of us. We’re trying our best to live by your values.”
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I felt a gentle breeze, almost as if he were responding. I smiled, knowing that his spirit would always be with me, guiding me.
As I stood up, I looked around the cemetery, feeling a sense of peace and fulfillment. The foundation was thriving, my siblings were learning the true value of love and family, and I had found my purpose.
And in that moment, I knew that true wealth wasn’t in money or material possessions, but in the connections we cherish and the values we uphold. Grandpa had taught me that, and it was a lesson I would carry with me forever.
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