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🙏🇺🇸🙏 A surgeon demanded General Sherman remove this 44-year-old widow from his camp. Sherman's response: "She outranks me. I can't do a thing in the world." Her name was Mary Ann Bickerdyke. In 1861, Mary Ann was a widow in Galesburg, Illinois, supporting her two sons with herbal medicine.... She had no military connections, no formal training, and no official authority. But that changed when her pastor read a letter aloud in church. A young doctor from Cairo, Illinois, where Union soldiers were stationed, described the horrific conditions: soldiers dying from disease, neglect, and filth, not battle wounds. They needed medical supplies and someone to care for them. The congregation raised $500 and needed a volunteer to deliver it. Mary Ann raised her hand. She thought she would just drop off the supplies and return home. She stayed for four years. When she arrived in Cairo, she was furious. Soldiers lay on filthy straw, without clean water, proper food, or competent medical care. Instead of asking permission, Mary Ann started fixing things. She cleaned hospital floors, set up kitchens, organized laundries, assisted in surgeries, and wrote letters for the dying. When bureaucratic obstacles got in her way, she tore them down. Medical supplies locked away while men suffered? She broke the locks. Surgeons refusing to treat the wounded? She got them dismissed. When officers questioned her authority, she boldly replied: "I have received my authority from the Lord God Almighty. Have you anything that outranks that?" The soldiers quickly began calling her "Mother Bickerdyke!" She became a legend, searching battlefields after dark with a lantern, seeking out wounded soldiers that recovery teams had missed. She was often the only woman on the battlefield, organizing field hospitals and confronting any officer who tried to stop her. General Ulysses S. Grant fully supported her, offering her free transportation across his command. General William T. Sherman became one of her staunchest defenders. When a surgeon, frustrated with this widow who refused to follow military protocol, demanded that she be removed, Sherman reportedly said: "She outranks me. I can't do a thing in the world." Mary Ann served in nineteen major battles, including Fort Donelson, Shiloh, Vicksburg, and Sherman's March to the Sea. Under her supervision, more than 300 field hospitals were built. When the war ended in 1865, Mary Ann didn't stop. She helped veterans with the pension system, advocated for disabled soldiers, and worked with the Salvation Army. She kept serving until her death in 1901 at the age of 84. A statue stands in Galesburg today, depicting her offering water to a wounded soldier. Mary Ann Bickerdyke proved that the most powerful authority isn't always the one you're given. Sometimes it's the one you take, especially when lives are at stake 🙏🇺🇸🙏show more

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True Love Never Dies 🥹❤️ Mary and Jake’s love story began in the 1940s during WWII. Jake, a Trinidadian airman, met Mary in the UK, and they instantly fell in love. But at that time, mixed-race couples faced harsh judgment. When a woman saw them on a picnic, she told Mary’s father, who banned her from seeing Jake. After the war ended in 1945, Jake returned to Trinidad. They kept in touch through letters until Jake came back to Britain and proposed. Mary was only 19. Her father was furious and disowned her. “I left with one small suitcase,” she said. They married in 1948 without family, faced racism, poverty, and isolation in Birmingham. “I cried every day. No one would speak to us,” Mary recalled. But they never gave up. In 2019, they celebrated 71 years of marriage. Despite all odds, their love endured—and became a symbol of strength, sacrifice, and unbreakable commitment. ❤️ 🎥 Credit - Unknown (Dm for credit or removal) No copyright infringement intended. ©️ All rights and credits reserved to the respective owner(s)

Restoring Your Faith in Humanity

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You might think that this is a Greek custom of plate smashing but it's not. ‘When it became clear that we had to leave our home in Chartar (a town in NK/Artsakh), I took my mother to the room where she kept a collection of ceramics that she collecting since 80s. I handed her a plate and said "crack it." Then it was impossible to stop her,' remembers Edgar, a photographer from NK. The video is published with her promotion.

You might think that this is a Greek custom of plate smashing but it's not. ‘When it became clear that we had to leave our home in Chartar (a town in NK/Artsakh), I took my mother to the room where she kept a collection of ceramics that she collecting since 80s. I handed her a plate and said "crack it." Then it was impossible to stop her,' remembers Edgar, a photographer from NK. The video is published with her promotion.

Marut Vanyan

27,358 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

PUBLIC CAUTION 🚨 "This is to alert the public about a girl who identifies herself as Audril Perkins, or Akos (suspected false name), who advertises online as a househelp/domestic worker. She was employed on Saturday, 17/01/2025, mainly to help care for and feed our two children, as my wife has been away for sometime. She came with a very small handbag with only few clothes in it, which was unusual for a live-in help. She also had very long hair, long nails, lashes, and inappropriate attire. I immediately made it clear that she would need to dress appropriately and remove the hair, nails, and lashes, which she obliged and did by the next morning. This made me lower my guard as I thought she was a good person who just needed some guidance, since she appears very young. She said she’s 19, completed SHS and from Kumasi, but in Accra to seek for a job. She’s squatting with a friend in east legon while on a job hunt. I requested that she comes along with a family/guarantor, and she said her Mom will accompany her but later claimed when she arrived that her mom was attending a funeral and would visit the coming weekend with her belongings. She provided a phone number for her mother (0596143081), but I called 3 days continuously but there was no answer. I asked her about it and she mentioned that her mom is forgetful sometimes and might have misplaced her phone but she would give me her sister’s contact instead, unfortunately I forget to follow up instantly. While she was here, she slept in the kids’ room alone, where my wife’s locked wardrobe, boxes, and a large luggage bag were kept. There is CCTV coverage throughout the house except inside that room. By Tuesday, 20/01/2026, I noticed suspicious behavior: She spent excessive time locked inside the room. She never “slept” with the lights off and She had to unlock the door from inside each time I called (I assumed perhaps she’s had some bad experience in the past which has prompted that, so I didn’t think much of it ) On Wednesday morning, 21/01/2026 I went to the kids room just to check around and I discovered my wife’s old clothes carefully hidden under and around the bed. When questioned, she gave an unconvincing explanation but the kids were getting late for school so I asked her to return the clothes to the bag she picked them and said we would discuss it after I return from dropping the kids at school. At this point she had only lived with me for only 4 days. By the time I returned, I found that she had broken into part of the wardrobe and fled, carrying my wife’s large luggage bag filled with, Clothes, Handbags, Perfumes, Cash, Jewelry, etc. The incident has been reported to the police, and shes captured on CCTV carrying the bag out, all relevant evidence have been submitted. She is advised to report herself and return all stolen items, as the matter is now with the Ghana Police Service. Anyone with relevant information about her whereabouts or identity is kindly urged to assist. Please share widely to help prevent others from falling victim."

PUBLIC CAUTION 🚨 "This is to alert the public about a girl who identifies herself as Audril Perkins, or Akos (suspected false name), who advertises online as a househelp/domestic worker. She was employed on Saturday, 17/01/2025, mainly to help care for and feed our two children, as my wife has been away for sometime. She came with a very small handbag with only few clothes in it, which was unusual for a live-in help. She also had very long hair, long nails, lashes, and inappropriate attire. I immediately made it clear that she would need to dress appropriately and remove the hair, nails, and lashes, which she obliged and did by the next morning. This made me lower my guard as I thought she was a good person who just needed some guidance, since she appears very young. She said she’s 19, completed SHS and from Kumasi, but in Accra to seek for a job. She’s squatting with a friend in east legon while on a job hunt. I requested that she comes along with a family/guarantor, and she said her Mom will accompany her but later claimed when she arrived that her mom was attending a funeral and would visit the coming weekend with her belongings. She provided a phone number for her mother (0596143081), but I called 3 days continuously but there was no answer. I asked her about it and she mentioned that her mom is forgetful sometimes and might have misplaced her phone but she would give me her sister’s contact instead, unfortunately I forget to follow up instantly. While she was here, she slept in the kids’ room alone, where my wife’s locked wardrobe, boxes, and a large luggage bag were kept. There is CCTV coverage throughout the house except inside that room. By Tuesday, 20/01/2026, I noticed suspicious behavior: She spent excessive time locked inside the room. She never “slept” with the lights off and She had to unlock the door from inside each time I called (I assumed perhaps she’s had some bad experience in the past which has prompted that, so I didn’t think much of it ) On Wednesday morning, 21/01/2026 I went to the kids room just to check around and I discovered my wife’s old clothes carefully hidden under and around the bed. When questioned, she gave an unconvincing explanation but the kids were getting late for school so I asked her to return the clothes to the bag she picked them and said we would discuss it after I return from dropping the kids at school. At this point she had only lived with me for only 4 days. By the time I returned, I found that she had broken into part of the wardrobe and fled, carrying my wife’s large luggage bag filled with, Clothes, Handbags, Perfumes, Cash, Jewelry, etc. The incident has been reported to the police, and shes captured on CCTV carrying the bag out, all relevant evidence have been submitted. She is advised to report herself and return all stolen items, as the matter is now with the Ghana Police Service. Anyone with relevant information about her whereabouts or identity is kindly urged to assist. Please share widely to help prevent others from falling victim."

Hubert Tieku Esq

315,803 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

Amina had always believed fire was alive. 🔥 When she was little, she would sit by the cooking flame and watch it dance, whispering promises to it. While other children feared the heat, she dreamed of mastering it. She wanted to be a fire magician not for fame, but to turn fear into beauty, to shape flames into light that could inspire people. Years later, under a quiet night sky, Amina finally performed her first real fire ritual. Her hands trembled, but her heart was steady. The fire rose higher than she expected, wild and untamed. For a split second, it slipped beyond her control. A sudden burst of heat flashed toward her face, and the world filled with brightness and pain. When she woke days later, the mirror beside her bed told a story she wasn’t ready to read. The fire she loved had left its mark. Her once smooth skin was scarred, and with it came a wave of grief. Amina turned away, feeling as if her dream had burned with her reflection. For weeks, she hid from the world. But one evening, as the sun dipped low, a small candle flickered on her windowsill. She stared at it, her chest tight. The flame was gentle, almost apologetic. In its glow, she realized something: fire had never promised to be safe only honest. Slowly, Amina returned to her craft. This time, she didn’t chase the fire. She listened to it. She learned patience, respect, and balance. When she finally performed again, the audience didn’t see her scars first. They saw the way she moved with the flame calm, graceful, fearless. And as the fire spiraled around her hands, Amina smiled. Her face carried the memory of pain, but her spirit carried something stronger: resilience. She had not lost her dream to the fire. She had been reshaped by it, just like the flames she now guided with quiet mastery.

Amina had always believed fire was alive. 🔥 When she was little, she would sit by the cooking flame and watch it dance, whispering promises to it. While other children feared the heat, she dreamed of mastering it. She wanted to be a fire magician not for fame, but to turn fear into beauty, to shape flames into light that could inspire people. Years later, under a quiet night sky, Amina finally performed her first real fire ritual. Her hands trembled, but her heart was steady. The fire rose higher than she expected, wild and untamed. For a split second, it slipped beyond her control. A sudden burst of heat flashed toward her face, and the world filled with brightness and pain. When she woke days later, the mirror beside her bed told a story she wasn’t ready to read. The fire she loved had left its mark. Her once smooth skin was scarred, and with it came a wave of grief. Amina turned away, feeling as if her dream had burned with her reflection. For weeks, she hid from the world. But one evening, as the sun dipped low, a small candle flickered on her windowsill. She stared at it, her chest tight. The flame was gentle, almost apologetic. In its glow, she realized something: fire had never promised to be safe only honest. Slowly, Amina returned to her craft. This time, she didn’t chase the fire. She listened to it. She learned patience, respect, and balance. When she finally performed again, the audience didn’t see her scars first. They saw the way she moved with the flame calm, graceful, fearless. And as the fire spiraled around her hands, Amina smiled. Her face carried the memory of pain, but her spirit carried something stronger: resilience. She had not lost her dream to the fire. She had been reshaped by it, just like the flames she now guided with quiet mastery.

King Sholz

22,883 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

One last thing I would like to say is about the Grand Sports Day. Charlotte seemed quite down from the beginning. Granted, maybe she was tired, but her usual spark just wasn’t there, and I assume it had to do with that person. Nevertheless, she did what was asked of her and didn’t let it show on camera or when interacting with her fans, because she is a professional. Her mood gradually improved as her friends kept lifting her spirits, especially when she interacted with that kid. You could clearly see she was happier again and kept fighting through, because that is how real and grateful she is for her fans, friends, and all she has right now. Yesterday, someone should have said something right there and then, because what he said was completely untrue. She was the one who collected the balls to help the staff. She came to help us get some air after one of the games by using the fan, because that is who she is. A considerate, kind, professional person who always thinks about others first and tries to fight her demons alone because she would not want to bother anyone with it. Let’s keep supporting her and Engfa, of course and all the other artists as much as we can, because they deserve better! ENGLOT PINK VS BLACK #GrandSportParty2025 #charlotteaustin

One last thing I would like to say is about the Grand Sports Day. Charlotte seemed quite down from the beginning. Granted, maybe she was tired, but her usual spark just wasn’t there, and I assume it had to do with that person. Nevertheless, she did what was asked of her and didn’t let it show on camera or when interacting with her fans, because she is a professional. Her mood gradually improved as her friends kept lifting her spirits, especially when she interacted with that kid. You could clearly see she was happier again and kept fighting through, because that is how real and grateful she is for her fans, friends, and all she has right now. Yesterday, someone should have said something right there and then, because what he said was completely untrue. She was the one who collected the balls to help the staff. She came to help us get some air after one of the games by using the fan, because that is who she is. A considerate, kind, professional person who always thinks about others first and tries to fight her demons alone because she would not want to bother anyone with it. Let’s keep supporting her and Engfa, of course and all the other artists as much as we can, because they deserve better! ENGLOT PINK VS BLACK #GrandSportParty2025 #charlotteaustin

Prol_x

135,906 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten

NEW: 58-year-old woman, who was on her way to do volunteer work, beaten with a bat by two masked thugs on a NYC street in broad daylight. New York City has a brand. The men were seen jumping the woman, hitting her with a bat five times before running off. According to the woman's sister, she was leaving work at a daycare when the thugs came up from behind. The woman was then sent to the hospital where she was treated for her injuries. She was hit in her head, back and legs. The motive for the attack is unclear considering the thugs didn't steal the woman's purse. Police have not yet found the suspects.

Collin Rugg

2,099,877 Aufrufe • vor 2 Jahren

My husband and I adopted a 10.5 year old dog. Not because we were looking for another dog, but because she sat at the shelter for 3 months without a single person inquiring about her or meeting her and we didn’t want her dying alone. She wasn’t with a rescue but people in the rescue community were networking her because she was the sweetest and was every shelter volunteer’s favorite dog. They would even let her hang out in the office with them. I heard about her and the next day we went to meet her and adopted her. She was covered in ticks when we brought her home, and it took a lot of vet visits, treatments, trial and error, and patience to finally heal her from it. There were moments where it felt overwhelming, but she was worth every bit of effort. We weren’t sure how long she would live but we didn’t care, because it wasn’t about us, it was about her. Thankfully she was with us for three years and passed just two months ago at 13.5 years old, which is ancient. She was an amazing dog and I loved her just as much as all my other dogs. Seniors are the best and they’re just as deserving of a loving home as any other dog. 📹treatsnatcher

My husband and I adopted a 10.5 year old dog. Not because we were looking for another dog, but because she sat at the shelter for 3 months without a single person inquiring about her or meeting her and we didn’t want her dying alone. She wasn’t with a rescue but people in the rescue community were networking her because she was the sweetest and was every shelter volunteer’s favorite dog. They would even let her hang out in the office with them. I heard about her and the next day we went to meet her and adopted her. She was covered in ticks when we brought her home, and it took a lot of vet visits, treatments, trial and error, and patience to finally heal her from it. There were moments where it felt overwhelming, but she was worth every bit of effort. We weren’t sure how long she would live but we didn’t care, because it wasn’t about us, it was about her. Thankfully she was with us for three years and passed just two months ago at 13.5 years old, which is ancient. She was an amazing dog and I loved her just as much as all my other dogs. Seniors are the best and they’re just as deserving of a loving home as any other dog. 📹treatsnatcher

Beauty of music and nature 🌺🌺

190,550 Aufrufe • vor 26 Tagen

Megan was in the hospital safe and sound. When exactly was the police going to shoot them? Tory, Kelsey, and Quan were already in jail. So where in this was Megan preventing them from getting shot? Why did she OFFER that information about her stepping on glass days prior? Where was the police woman being a bitch that might shoot them? She said she thought the Doctor’s were the police? Howwww??? I bet she won’t tell where she was when got that prior cut🤭🤣 How many lies by Megan Pete are allowed, before the enablers say enough is enough? All I see are “she lied about this thing for that.” Or “she lied about that for this.” At what point will the women especially that are defending her, get tired? Imagine if that was your son. Specifically your black son. What if a woman cared more about her “image” than his LIFE? What then? I guess it needs to happen to your families in order to feel the same pain as Tory's. Free Tory Lanez

Megan was in the hospital safe and sound. When exactly was the police going to shoot them? Tory, Kelsey, and Quan were already in jail. So where in this was Megan preventing them from getting shot? Why did she OFFER that information about her stepping on glass days prior? Where was the police woman being a bitch that might shoot them? She said she thought the Doctor’s were the police? Howwww??? I bet she won’t tell where she was when got that prior cut🤭🤣 How many lies by Megan Pete are allowed, before the enablers say enough is enough? All I see are “she lied about this thing for that.” Or “she lied about that for this.” At what point will the women especially that are defending her, get tired? Imagine if that was your son. Specifically your black son. What if a woman cared more about her “image” than his LIFE? What then? I guess it needs to happen to your families in order to feel the same pain as Tory's. Free Tory Lanez

Only_1_mee

49,280 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

i wish this wasn’t real, but bro!! this was my experience just this morning, this was someone i took on a date last week of december, we were meant to meet up again, but she had to leave for service(in the east) on her arrival we couldn’t talk, i texted her on snap(see first media) but she didn’t reply, two days later i texted her on whatsapp and the message didn’t tick twice, it was then i realized something is wrong, i had to call her, she explained to that her phone got bad on her arrival, she asked me for financial assistance, i sent her the money to fix the phone, days later she didn’t mention anything about the phone, then i had to ask her during one of our conversation, it was then she told me that “it’s a panel issue, it cant be fixed anymore” i sympathized with her then continued our conversation, days later she asked for another money for the same phone fixing, i explained my current situation to her, i told her about the expenses on me and i can’t spend anymore money out of budget, she grumbled and sighed, i had to apologize to her lol, just two days back i noticed she reposted a post on her ticktock and the message on whatsapp finally ticked twice, i asked her on call if she has fixed the phone, she said no, saying that the money i sent won’t be enough since it’s panel issue, i said okay,( though i was suspicious but i didn’t make a big deal out of it) lo and behold i came across her tiktok page with a new post(content) i asked her about the phone and this was her response(last media), i deleted her number and blocked her.💔💔💔

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i wish this wasn’t real, but bro!! this was my experience just this morning, this was someone i took on a date last week of december, we were meant to meet up again, but she had to leave for service(in the east) on her arrival we couldn’t talk, i texted her on snap(see first media) but she didn’t reply, two days later i texted her on whatsapp and the message didn’t tick twice, it was then i realized something is wrong, i had to call her, she explained to that her phone got bad on her arrival, she asked me for financial assistance, i sent her the money to fix the phone, days later she didn’t mention anything about the phone, then i had to ask her during one of our conversation, it was then she told me that “it’s a panel issue, it cant be fixed anymore” i sympathized with her then continued our conversation, days later she asked for another money for the same phone fixing, i explained my current situation to her, i told her about the expenses on me and i can’t spend anymore money out of budget, she grumbled and sighed, i had to apologize to her lol, just two days back i noticed she reposted a post on her ticktock and the message on whatsapp finally ticked twice, i asked her on call if she has fixed the phone, she said no, saying that the money i sent won’t be enough since it’s panel issue, i said okay,( though i was suspicious but i didn’t make a big deal out of it) lo and behold i came across her tiktok page with a new post(content) i asked her about the phone and this was her response(last media), i deleted her number and blocked her.💔💔💔

Ishaaka

706,530 Aufrufe • vor 5 Monaten

I LOVE this! THIS is what Caitlin Clark was doing in college. She elbowed players. She shoved players. She knocked players down. She taunted players. She provoked players. She humiliated players. Her opponents never responded in college…..until Angel Reese did. THEN Caitlin became a victim. Poor innocent little white girl being taunted by big mean black girl. ———————————————— After that, she went into the WNBA, and started trying the same arrogant tactics, and they knocked the CRAP out of her. You can be a Bully, or you can be a VICTIM, but you can’t be BOTH. In this case, she hit a big shot, and jumped in her opponents face yelling, “YOU LIKE THAT??!” THIS is why opponents were fouling Caitlin so hard during her rookie year. THIS is why it appeared at times that opponents were trying to injure Caitlin. ———————————————— It was not jealousy. It was not her endorsements. It was not because she was white. It was not because she was straight. Nope. It was not ANY of that. She provoked her opponents. They gave her what she was asking for…….and she started crying, and her body fell apart. They are going to start hammering her again, but this time, I don’t want any victim tweets. If you dish it out, in ANY sport, you have to be ready for what comes WITH that! This is no different than a baseball player hitting a homerun, and standing at the plate posing as the ball sails over the wall. Then getting hit in the head with a 102 mph fastball in his next at bat.

I LOVE this! THIS is what Caitlin Clark was doing in college. She elbowed players. She shoved players. She knocked players down. She taunted players. She provoked players. She humiliated players. Her opponents never responded in college…..until Angel Reese did. THEN Caitlin became a victim. Poor innocent little white girl being taunted by big mean black girl. ———————————————— After that, she went into the WNBA, and started trying the same arrogant tactics, and they knocked the CRAP out of her. You can be a Bully, or you can be a VICTIM, but you can’t be BOTH. In this case, she hit a big shot, and jumped in her opponents face yelling, “YOU LIKE THAT??!” THIS is why opponents were fouling Caitlin so hard during her rookie year. THIS is why it appeared at times that opponents were trying to injure Caitlin. ———————————————— It was not jealousy. It was not her endorsements. It was not because she was white. It was not because she was straight. Nope. It was not ANY of that. She provoked her opponents. They gave her what she was asking for…….and she started crying, and her body fell apart. They are going to start hammering her again, but this time, I don’t want any victim tweets. If you dish it out, in ANY sport, you have to be ready for what comes WITH that! This is no different than a baseball player hitting a homerun, and standing at the plate posing as the ball sails over the wall. Then getting hit in the head with a 102 mph fastball in his next at bat.

Hovah76

93,508 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat