Meet The New York Professor Who Has 22 Children And 18 Baby Mama’s (With MORE Kids On The Way!)

A New York math professor has admitted that he is the proud father of TWENTY-TWO CHILDREN.

Many of Ari Nagel’s children were conceived in restrooms at Target or Starbucks. But you won’t find the 40-year-old hooking up with woman in the stalls.

The single professional lends his services to lesbian couples who patiently wait outside the bathroom – for a cup of his sperm..

40-year-old Ari Nagel has been donating his sperm to women for nearly a decade. He’s now got nearly enough children to fill an entire baseball team, and has a whopping 18 baby mamas.

The Kingsborough Community College professor’s first donated his sperm eight years ago at a fertility clinic, when his single friend in her late 30s wanted to become a mother.

Women who are desperate for a surrogate father can find Ari Nagel via Craigslist or “Known Donor Registry,” a free website connecting couples to donors who do not want to remain anonymous.

This option is a lot more much cheaper for hopeful mothers than a sperm bank, where costs can range anywhere from $300 to $4,000, according to the American Pregnancy Association.

Nagel offers his sperm up for free.

Sometimes he and the mother-to-be will conceive the old-fashioned, with lesbian couples sometimes holding their partner’s hand in bed for moral support.

But more often than not Nagel’s sperm is produced thanks to a couple minutes of “alone time” with his cell phone.

Nagel usually delivers his sperm into a menstrual cup. An ovulating woman can then insert this cup in her cervix for up to 12 hours.

But the ladies don’t just flock to Nagel because of his free services or high sperm count.’He’s a lot of fun to be around,’ Tiffany Harrison, 41, told the New York Post. ‘He loves people, he’s outgoing, and he’s gorgeous.’

Tiffany Harrison and her wife Yvonne have a toddler daughter with Ari Nagel.

Ari sees her regularly and turns up at their home for babysitting and birthdays.

Nagel says that he loves that his “side hobby” allows him to have a huge family without all the responsibility.

Ari Nagel told The Washington Post: “Some children I’ll see every week, but there are others I’ve never even met. I feel like I’m getting all the joy, but also getting a good night’s rest.

But some mothers haven’t been happy with Nagel’s hands-off approach and have taken him to court.

The first five women that Nagel provided his services to successfully sued him for child support, although he claims they promised in advance they would never sue.

‘I don’t know what’s more surprising: that five sued or 17 didn’t,’ Nagel said. ‘They were all well aware there was no financial obligation on my part.’

After revelations about the prolific sperm donor came to light, Ari Nagel’s wife of 10 years and the mother of his three children, Roxanne, is reportedly ‘livid,’ according to the New York Post.

‘She’s been yelling at me a lot,’ the Kingsborough Community College professor told the paper.

But despite losing half of his paycheck to his growing brood, Nagel is still talking to more women looking to have children.

He recently shared to his Twitter page pictures of women he’s impregnated and a brand new baby.

Ari Nagel says he has no regrets when it comes to his huge family, who now scatter the entire globe.

‘I just love seeing how happy the moms and kids are. That’s why I do this. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.’ he said.

Ari Nagel says he has no regrets when it comes to his huge family, who now scatter the entire globe.

‘I just love seeing how happy the moms and kids are. That’s why I do this. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.’ he said.

How Her Son With Down Syndrome Fixed A Hotel Problem She Couldn’t


Some people might not think of people with Down Syndrome as good leaders. However when Sherry, a mother with a Down Syndrome son, faced a problem at her hotel, she had no idea that it would be her son who would come to the rescue… this is what she says:

We’d been staying at a hotel in Louisville for three days while visiting our families. It came time to leave and I told Charley I would go sign out while he finished packing. When we arrived, the luggage cart was available. But when we went to check out, all the carts were in use.

“Great,” he said, slapping his palms to his thighs. “No carts.” (Can’t say I blamed him. I sure wasn’t carrying all our junk to the car.)

“Sorry, honey,” I said. “We’ll just have to wait ’til someone brings one back. Then we can grab it.” With that, I sat down on one of the chairs and waited. And waited, while he shifted from foot to foot.

Then he looked at me like, see ya, and headed back to the room. I figured he was going to wait there. I figured wrong.

About three minutes later, here came Charley into the lobby carrying my hanging clothes, three bags, his swimming fins, goggles and my makeup case. Following close behind him was a tall, husky man carrying my suitcase and Charley’s backpack. Behind him was another man. He was carrying our cube of Coke Zeros, my journal, some books and a box of snacks we just had to have for our trip.

“This way,” Charley said, pointing. The men followed. Forgive me, but my mouth dropped open.

Here was my son, maybe all of 5 feet, directing these two husky 6 feet or so men, and they headed outside. “That’s my Mom,” he said to the men, as they went by. “These are my friends, Mom.”

The men nodded at me and said, “Hiya Mom, nice to meet you.”

There was only one thing left to do: follow them to the car and grovel, followed by some serious apologizing.

“Did he con you into carrying our luggage?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” one man said. “He said he needed help, so we helped.” (I could just envision Charley in the hallway of the hotel, flagging down people on their way to the lobby, saying, “Need help here” and pointing to the room where the mountain of luggage waited.)

“Thanks guys,” Charley said, slapping them a high-five as the three of them headed back into the hotel.

I pulled the car around to the entrance of the hotel, thinking it would be easier for Charley and me to get the rest of our stuff.

Um, did I say Charley and me?

Scratch that. Because the next thing I know, Charley’s emerging from the hotel with a woman following close behind, and she happened to be carrying what was left of the case of bottled waters we had brought with us. Into the back of the van it went.

He turned and grinned at me. “See?”

Again, my chin nearly hit the ground.

“Charley, you just can’t go asking people to do things like this,” I scolded.

“Relax Mom. I got this.”

He sure did. Before I knew it, the car was completely loaded, and there wasn’t a luggage cart in sight.

Now, you may think this was rude. You may think it invasive. You might even consider it demanding and inappropriate. And I suppose by most standards, it was. But I couldn’t help smiling at what a problem-solver my supposedly “challenged” son is. There I was, resigned to sit and wait until a luggage cart showed up, while he was busy taking care of the challenge at hand. Facing the giants.

A few minutes later we met my sister for breakfast. When we went to leave, Charley sat down in the waiting area while we paid the bill. He wasn’t sitting there very long when a man approached the door pushing a stroller with a small child. I saw the man and the waiting area filled with people. I also saw the only person who jumped up and raced to hold the door open. It was Charley.

That was a moment of clarity for me. It wasn’t that Charley was trying to con those travelers at the hotel into doing work for him. He simply needed help. He had a task at hand that seemed too much for one person, and he set about gathering his team. To him, that seemed logical. And, bless him, he didn’t act like me. Not once did he issue an apology for inconveniencing them. To him, people should help people. And that’s just the way it is.

When I think of all the leadership positions I’ve had over the years, it makes sense. Every good leader understands team work. They also understand the concept of paying it forward. (Apparently, so does Charley.) You help me, and I’ll either help you, or I’ll help someone else when the situation presents itself.

I’m embarrassed at how often I underestimate him. How little I still know about that extra chromosome called Down syndrome. But I’m equally impressed at the things he teaches me.

Does this mean I’ll recruit travelers to help me with my luggage when he isn’t around? Probably not. Does it mean I won’t fuss at him when he sets out recruiting his team, especially when it’s a team he’s never even met? Probably not.

What it does mean is that I can see him in a new light — that of a person who faces his giants, whether they are people or challenges.

It also means that when he’s faced with those challenges, he’s a thinker. He finds a way.

As a mother of an adult with special needs, my whole life has been about facing the giants:

  • The massive preconceived notions of that extra chromosome and all the challenges that follow.
  • The extensive health issues that often accompany Down syndrome.
  • The wide schisms that so often cause those roadblocks in his social development.

Yes, life has its hurdles. But sometimes it takes an extra chromosome to show us all how to take a leap.

When I think about it, the world may crumble around us, but the one left standing will be the one who doesn’t cower just because the situation seems bigger than he is.

You’ll know him when you see him. Just follow the leader.

Wife Catches Husband In Bed, Then Finds THIS On The Mattress Beside Him


Bart’s wife comes home to see her husband in bed and totally out of it. She immediately starts recording her husband and we’re so glad she did.

You see, Bart just arrived home from a long day at the dentist, and the pain medication still hasn’t worn off. As we’ve seen before, these drugs can be extremely strong and result in some “interesting” anesthesia-induced moments. Bart may look like a strong guy — but as you’re about to see, he’s really just a big ‘ol softie in need of some TLC.

As he tries to calm himself down in bed, Bart’s wife enters the room to make sure he still has his beloved roll of tape to comfort him. She pulls back the covers, and there it is…

…Why tape? Because if his head falls off, he’ll need the tape to put it back on. Obviously. LOL!

Watch the short but hilarious video for yourself here:

She is just so sweet and understanding, despite the silliness of it all. I don’t know how she was able to comfort Bart like this without completely cracking up!

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Teen Thief Hands Himself In After He Looks In The Wallet He Stole And Finds This


A thief recently knocked down a fellow young man in a dark alleyway and stole his phone and wallet and gave him a hard kick for good measure before taking off. However, once he got home, he peered inside his wallet and never expected to find that his victim has Asperger’s.

Asperger syndrome is a form of high-functioning autism. While individuals with Asperger’s may have higher-than-average IQ scores, they typically display deficits in social and communication skills. Many people often see them as naive, according to ASPEN.

After discovering who his victim really was, he turned himself into the police as he felt like “scum”. He knew that he had done something wrong but to attack someone with autism was really, really low. He just knew that he had to do the right thing.

The thief was sentenced to two years in prison.

“You may not have known this young man had Asperger’s, but you certainly knew he was vulnerable because he was on his own at night, and there were two of you and only one of him. … I have two boys to consider; not just you, but the boy you attacked and robbed. The message has to go out that people who do that go to prison,” Judge Sylvia de Bertodano said at the hearing.

What do you think? Do you agree that the thief did the right thing by handing himself in? Should the judge have given him a lower sentence as a result?

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Young couple loses everything after hiring fake moving agency through Facebook

Just because a business has an authentic-looking Facebook page doesn’t mean it’s legitimate. One British couple learned that lesson the hard way.
As noted on iTV, Mark Higgins and Becky Szenk were looking to move to the West Midlands, and thought they had everything covered once they saw a Facebook advertisement for a mover. Szenk told the BBC that the mover was recommended by a friend. Higgins told iTV that the page featured positive reviews. And the price was right. So when two removal men came by and speedily carted away all their possessions, it seemed natural enough.
But when that truck pulled away, it never reappeared. As noted in The Telegraph, the only possession remaining is the couple’s television, which they moved themselves to prevent damage. Everything else — from furniture and appliances to baby toys and family photographs — is gone. The couple told the BBC that all attempts to reach the movers have been unsuccessful.

“For us, it’s been a big lesson to learn,” Szenk told the Daily Mail.  “I just hope others can be more careful about trusting people they book over social media as I would hate for this to happen to anyone else.”

Szenck told the Express that the couple lost around £10,000 in family belongings. 
Fortunately, the couple has found that strangers have been moved by their plight and motivated to help out. The Mirror reports that Higgins and Szenk have received £3,000 in donated items, while its GoFundMe page has netted abiout £4,000. “The donations that we have received have been so overwhelming. We lost our faith in humanity when we lost our belongings, but it’s been restored and more by the way people have responded,” Szenk  told The Mirror.

Mom Was Fed Up With His Behavior. So She Writes Him A Letter, Including An Expensive Bill

Parenting is a big challenge and in today’s high-tech society, it’s arguably never been more difficult. When this single mom found out her 13-year-old son’s disregard of her rules by lying about homework and how he was doing in school, she confronted him as any good mother would.

The young boy said his mom wasn’t the boss of him and even claimed he could pay his own way in the house after making a bit of money from small jobs with neighbors.

Not willing to put up with his harsh attitude any longer, mom wrote an interesting note, telling her son that if he wanted to act like an adult, he’d have to pay his way like one…


The tough love letter detailed the responsibilities her son now has as well as the new financial commitments. Posting it on Facebook was enough to get his attention as well as the attention of thousands of people – sending the letter viral.

His monthly bills would now include Rent: $430, Electricity: $116, Internet: $21, Food: $150.

In an update, mom wrote that her son initially took the note and stormed out when he saw it, but later came around. The young man has since apologized and is working on getting back items that were taken away by mom.

She insists she’s not disciplining him, but rather teaching him about the real world. “He wants the perks of growing up without the responsibility that comes with it.”

What do you think about the note?

She Was Called Ugly Because Of Her Scars. But She Never Expected This From A Plastic Surgeon


Do you sometimes feel like your face or body is imperfect? Is there a part of you that you’re insecure about – or is it something you do not think about much?

Even when people say they don’t care about how they look, I’d happily bet my house they’re lying. Often our confidence is based on how we look because it affects how people make us feel. But this story might help you regain faith in what’s truly important…

His thumb softly rubbed the twisted flesh on my cheek. The plastic surgeon, a good fifteen years my senior, was a very attractive man. His masculinity and the intensity of his gaze seemed almost overpowering.

“Hmmm,” he said quietly. Then he smiled and said, “Are you a model?”

Is this a joke? Is he kidding? I asked myself and I searched his handsome face for signs of mockery. What’s he getting at? No way would anyone ever confuse me with a fashion model. I was ugly. My mother casually referred to my sister as her pretty child. Anyone could see I was homely. After all, I had the scar to prove it.

The accident happened in fourth grade, when a neighbor boy picked up a hunk of concrete and heaved the mass through the side of my face. An emergency room doctor stitched together the shreds of skin, pulling cat-gut through the tattered outside of my face and then suturing the shards of flesh inside my mouth. For the rest of the year, a huge bandage from cheekbone to jaw covered the raised angry welt.

A few weeks after the accident, an eye exam revealed I was nearsighted. Above the ungainly bandage sat a big, thick pair of glasses. Around my head, a short fuzzy glob of curls stood out like mold growing on old bread. To save money, Mom had taken me to a beauty school where a student cut my hair. The overzealous girl hacked away cheerfully. Globs of hair piled up on the floor. By the time her instructor wandered over, the damage was done. A quick conference followed, and we were given a coupon for a free styling on our next visit.

“Well,” sighed my father that evening, “you’ll always be pretty to me.” But I could plainly see on his face that he also wanted to say, “even if you aren’t pretty to the rest of the world.”

Right. Thanks. As if I couldn’t hear the taunts of the other kids at school. As if I couldn’t see how different I looked from the little girls whom the teachers fawned over. As if I didn’t occasionally catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. In a culture that values beauty, an ugly girl is an outcast. Young girls are conditioned to think that their whole value comes from their physical appearance. My looks caused me no end of pain. I sat in my room and sobbed every time my family watched a beauty pageant or a “talent” search show.

Eventually I decided that if I couldn’t be pretty, I would at least be well groomed. Over the course of years, I learned to style my hair, wear contact lenses and apply make-up. Watching what worked for other women, I learned to dress myself to best advantage. And now, I was engaged to be married.

That old scar, however, shrunken and faded with age, stood between me and a new life. If I could just get rid of it… Or make it less noticeable at least.

“Of course, I’m not a model,” I replied with a small amount of indignation.

The plastic surgeon crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me appraisingly. “Then why are you concerned about this scar? If there is no professional reason to have it removed, what brought you here today?”

Suddenly he represented all the men I’d ever known. The eight boys who turned me down when I invited them to the girls-ask- boys dance. The sporadic dates I’d had in college. The parade of men who had ignored me since then. The man whose ring I wore on my left hand. My hand rose to my face. The scar confirmed it; I was ugly. The room swam before me, as my eyes filled with tears.

The doctor pulled a rolling stool up next to me and sat down. His knees almost touched mine. His voice was low and soft.

“Let me tell you what I see. I see a beautiful woman. Not a perfect woman, but a beautiful woman. Lauren Hutton has a gap between her front teeth. Elizabeth Taylor has a tiny, tiny scar on her forehead,” he almost whispered.

I was taken aback. I laughed lightly and said, “You’re a plastic surgeon, isn’t it bad business to tell people they’re good enough as they are?”

He shook his head. “There are people out there who truly do require plastic surgery, horrible accidents or birth defects for example.”

Then he paused and handed me a mirror. “But look at yourself, you’re clearly not one of those people. I think to myself how every remarkable woman has an imperfection, and I believe that imperfection makes her beauty more remarkable because it assures us she is human.”

He looked me in the eye and continued, “Imperfections develop character. It is character that develops charisma and the glow of woman.”

“When a person falls in love, if their mate has an imperfection, that imperfection becomes special. They become protective of their mate’s imperfection.”

“We fall in love with a person, not with body parts. Body parts become special, when the person becomes special.”

As the tears were rolling down my face, He said, “You are a very attractive woman with a very small imperfection. Whether you know it or not, it has given you the glow of woman.”

He pushed back the stool and stood up. “I won’t touch it unless you absolutely insist. Don’t let anyone else touch it, either. You are delightful, just the way you are. Beauty really does come from within. Believe me. It is my business to know.”

What a wonderful doctor. I left his office, not with the scar removed from my face, but with a tear removed from my heart.

Share this if you agree beauty is more than just what you can see on the surface. True beauty comes from within, it’s the love and joy that people feel when they are around you, a shining light that sparkles through the eyes and soul. Often we focus on what we look like, really we should be focused on what we project to others.

Churchgoers Tip This Pizza Guy $700 But It Meant Way More Than They Realized


Jeff Louis is a 22 year old delivery driver for Gionino’s Pizza in Ohio, US, when he received an order that would shake him to his core. He was told to deliver a large number of pizzas to Life Point Church but was left shaking when the congregation gave him a tip of more than $700, inspiring him to record his reaction immediately afterwards in his car which he posted on YouTube and has reached thousands of people.

Life Point’s pastor Ken Wright came up with the idea of tipping the delivery driver while thinking of Christmas deeds. “Yeah, I just thought let’s tip him $100. It’s the holiday season,” Pastor Ken said.


In a twist Jeff wasn’t expecting, the congregation asked him to take the pizzas up to the stage and then, one by one, tipped him.

“You know, the most amazing thing happened,” a teary-eyed Jeff says in the video. “This whole church came up and gave me over $700 for a tip.”

“You know it was spontaneous. It just happened,” Pastor Ken said. “They started lining up one by one with their own cash tips.”

But for Jeff, who is in recovery, it was more than just a generous tip… it was a total restoration of hope.

“It really truly amazes me that people who don’t even know me just wanted to help me out that much”

Watch his short reaction here:

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He Spent 44 Years In Prison. He Can’t Believe How Much Society Has Changed.


Some people freak out over missing the release of the latest iPhone, but can you imagine 44 years of living without seeing the changes in technology, among other things, firsthand?

Otis Johnson went to jail when he was 25 and reentered society at the age of 69. He barely has any family, but holds onto the memory of them, and is fascinated by every single thing he passes on the streets simply because it’s new. Of his perspective, Johnson has said:

A lot of people said well society owed me because I did all this time. Even though I did the crime. I don’t think that. I don’t feel that society owes me anything. Everything happens for a reason, I believe. So I let that go.

Listen to his story and watch how he reacts to the changes – from peanut butter to pay phone prices (a call cost a quarter when he was locked up) – over the past four decades.

The Paris Attacks Inspired An Act Of Non-Violence That We Should ALL Be Thankful For.


Four friends living in Montreal, Canada are known for creating YouTube videos documenting their experiences doing things outside their comfort zone. Their clips are usually light-hearted.

After the terrorist attacks in Paris, Matt Dajer from New York, Ammar Kandil from Egypt, Thomas Brag from Paris, and Derin Emre from Turkey knew they had to do something different.

The four went to one of the city’s busiest metro stations during the morning rush hour and set up shop to make a point. Matt, Ammar, and Thomas stood together wearing t-shirts and sporting signs showing their names and country of origin. Derin recorded people’s reaction.

The men wanted to show that despite coming from different countries and belonging to different religions, their differences did not divide them. They feel that by holding hands, coexisting, and loving each other is the only way to fight against terrorism. Watch the commuter’s reactions.