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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....

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I genuinely cannot understand how someone can watch this story and still stand there, looking at two women, and somehow decide that the wrong one is the victim. On one side, you have a girl (Yıldız) who has been mistreated her entire life. Since the moment she was born, she was treated like a sacrifice for a conflict she was never even part of and later we find out that this conflict never even existed. Her right to study was taken from her. She was pushed into a marriage at a very young age just imagine being six, seven, eight years old, living in fear of being tied to someone you don’t even know. She was treated like a servant in her own home, by the very people she thought were her family. And just when she gets close to the happiness she dreamed of, the man she was engaged to shows up with another wife. She gets mistreated by that wife, by his family, and even (unintentionally) by him, because he was trying to run away from his own feelings, and that only caused her more heartbreak. The whole world was literally against her. She fought through all of that, only to find out in the end that everything she suffered for was based on something that wasn’t even real. Her entire life was built on a lie. That she isn’t even part of that family that she has literally no one in this world. Now on the other side… You have a girl (Melek) who, yes, was taken from her biological mother but she was raised by loving parents. She had everything anyone could wish for: education, freedom, a happy childhood, a healthy environment. She lived her life, fell in love, went out, made choices and no one questioned her, no one controlled her. And then what did she do? She found out that her man was engaged to another woman before marrying her (and even saw him marry her) and instead of holding on to her dignity, she chose to stay, to fight for a man who lied to her, to hold onto a marriage he tried to end multiple times. She used her unborn child to keep him tied to her. She lied constantly, and her excuse was that she was “protecting her marriage” a marriage that was already broken from the moment Serhat removed that ring at the airport in episode one. She tried to hand Yıldız (a woman who had already suffered enough) over to dangerous people. Then she found out the truth about her own birth (that her father ra*ped her mother.)And still no empathy. No moment of humanity toward her own mother. All she cared about was herself. And even though none of this had anything to do with Yıldız, she still found a way to blame it on her. Instead of holding her father accountable, she went and made a deal with him to get rid of Yıldız. She literally made a deal with the devil just to hurt Yıldız one more time. And after all of that… you want me to feel sorry for her? You want me to call her a victim? I honestly cannot believe we are living on the same planet with people who see this and still say, “she’s the victim.” Not morally. Not logically. Not emotionally. There is no world where this makes sense. It’s like watching someone clearly cause harm, and still calling them the victim and actually BELIEVING it. #HalefKöklerinÇağrısı
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I genuinely cannot understand how someone can watch this story and still stand there, looking at two women, and somehow decide that the wrong one is the victim. On one side, you have a girl (Yıldız) who has been mistreated her entire life. Since the moment she was born, she was treated like a sacrifice for a conflict she was never even part of and later we find out that this conflict never even existed. Her right to study was taken from her. She was pushed into a marriage at a very young age just imagine being six, seven, eight years old, living in fear of being tied to someone you don’t even know. She was treated like a servant in her own home, by the very people she thought were her family. And just when she gets close to the happiness she dreamed of, the man she was engaged to shows up with another wife. She gets mistreated by that wife, by his family, and even (unintentionally) by him, because he was trying to run away from his own feelings, and that only caused her more heartbreak. The whole world was literally against her. She fought through all of that, only to find out in the end that everything she suffered for was based on something that wasn’t even real. Her entire life was built on a lie. That she isn’t even part of that family that she has literally no one in this world. Now on the other side… You have a girl (Melek) who, yes, was taken from her biological mother but she was raised by loving parents. She had everything anyone could wish for: education, freedom, a happy childhood, a healthy environment. She lived her life, fell in love, went out, made choices and no one questioned her, no one controlled her. And then what did she do? She found out that her man was engaged to another woman before marrying her (and even saw him marry her) and instead of holding on to her dignity, she chose to stay, to fight for a man who lied to her, to hold onto a marriage he tried to end multiple times. She used her unborn child to keep him tied to her. She lied constantly, and her excuse was that she was “protecting her marriage” a marriage that was already broken from the moment Serhat removed that ring at the airport in episode one. She tried to hand Yıldız (a woman who had already suffered enough) over to dangerous people. Then she found out the truth about her own birth (that her father ra*ped her mother.)And still no empathy. No moment of humanity toward her own mother. All she cared about was herself. And even though none of this had anything to do with Yıldız, she still found a way to blame it on her. Instead of holding her father accountable, she went and made a deal with him to get rid of Yıldız. She literally made a deal with the devil just to hurt Yıldız one more time. And after all of that… you want me to feel sorry for her? You want me to call her a victim? I honestly cannot believe we are living on the same planet with people who see this and still say, “she’s the victim.” Not morally. Not logically. Not emotionally. There is no world where this makes sense. It’s like watching someone clearly cause harm, and still calling them the victim and actually BELIEVING it. #HalefKöklerinÇağrısı

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Mary Anne MacLeod was born on May 10, 1912, in the village of Tong on the Isle of Lewis in Scotland. She was the youngest of ten children in a large family. She grew up in a simple home where Gaelic was spoken and life was modest. In 1930, when she was still a teenager, Mary Anne decided to leave Scotland to start a new life. On May 2, she left Glasgow on a ship called the RMS Transylvania. After several days at sea, she arrived in New York City on May 11, just one day after her 18th birthday. Immigration records show she worked as a domestic worker when she came to the United States. She also arrived with only $50 in her pocket. Life in America slowly changed for her. She later met Fred Trump, a businessman from New York. They fell in love and got married on January 11, 1936. Together, they built a family and had five children: Maryanne, Fred Jr., Elizabeth, Donald, and Robert. Her son Donald Trump later became one of the most well-known political figures in the United States and served as the 45th and 47th President. Mary Anne MacLeod’s life story is often remembered as a journey from a small Scottish village to a new life in America. It shows how she left behind a quiet rural childhood and built a family that later became widely known around the world through business and politics and public life over many decades. 🙏❤️🌹🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
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Mary Anne MacLeod was born on May 10, 1912, in the village of Tong on the Isle of Lewis in Scotland. She was the youngest of ten children in a large family. She grew up in a simple home where Gaelic was spoken and life was modest. In 1930, when she was still a teenager, Mary Anne decided to leave Scotland to start a new life. On May 2, she left Glasgow on a ship called the RMS Transylvania. After several days at sea, she arrived in New York City on May 11, just one day after her 18th birthday. Immigration records show she worked as a domestic worker when she came to the United States. She also arrived with only $50 in her pocket. Life in America slowly changed for her. She later met Fred Trump, a businessman from New York. They fell in love and got married on January 11, 1936. Together, they built a family and had five children: Maryanne, Fred Jr., Elizabeth, Donald, and Robert. Her son Donald Trump later became one of the most well-known political figures in the United States and served as the 45th and 47th President. Mary Anne MacLeod’s life story is often remembered as a journey from a small Scottish village to a new life in America. It shows how she left behind a quiet rural childhood and built a family that later became widely known around the world through business and politics and public life over many decades. 🙏❤️🌹🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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Emotional Post: Today, Briana met her 101 year old great grandmother. She is a true Queen and Matriach of my wife’s family. This is her grandmother Magda. Magda is one of the very few survivors of the Nazi German Auschwitz concentration camp in Oświęcim, Poland. She was born in Romania. At only 6 or 7 years old , she was taken to Auschwitz along with her siblings. Her mother was pregnant with the youngest sibling. The Germans allowed for the older siblings to care for the mother until she was able to gain her strength after child birth. Her brothers and father were taken to a camp and were killed. Her mother and newborn sibling were taken straight to a camp and killed as well. Her and her two siblings were at the concentration camp. Magda’s job was to dig all day long to help build mass graves for dead Jewish bodies. She survived by simply doing what she was told while her body withered away. She has told us stories about morning inspections and when they would round up every Jew and check to see if they were still “useful” by being physically able to work. Many were shot in the head and killed during morning inspections due to their bodies being too withered and frail to continue, so they had no use for them. She recounted her story in a private interview with Steven Spielberg in the 90’s. As winter came, they would all sleep next to their families and peers to maintain body warmth. She slept next to her sister on the floor. When they woke she tried to wake her sister up so they could get ready for work. Her sister was cold and body was frozen. She had died that night. With remarkable and unprecedented resilience and courage, she watched as they carried her last remaining sibling off to be thrown into a mass grave. After that she can’t recall much as her body was becoming frail and weak. The last thing she remembers was the soldiers lining every last survivor up and having them march up to 5 miles daily. This was because the allies were closing in on the Germans. She watched many collapse to their deaths as they marched and marched. The final day she remembers, the German soldiers told them they were to march alone and not stop, she was exhausted and fainted. To her surprise she awoke from a coma in a hospital in Germany that was being used by the allies to treat many surviving Jews. As fate would have it, the last day the Germans told her to march was a day the soldiers fled and left the Jews as the allies were extremely close and eventually found all of the people who were still alive, passed out, or dead. She doesn’t recall just how long she was in a coma for, but was thankful to be alive. She was the only remaining member of her family. Magda started a new life in Landskrona, Sweden. Where to eventually met her husband. They had their first daughter (my mother in law) and immigrated to Brooklyn, New York. They had one more daughter (my wife’s aunt). Started the American dream. She lived in that two bedroom apartment until just over a year ago when she was taken to an assisted living. She has survived her husband and unfortunately her own daughter (my mother in law) who I never got the chance to meet. She has 4 grandchildren, and 7 great grandchildren (soon to be 8 with our daughter coming in September 🙏🏼). Magda’s life and her story is one that we must always remember to share and celebrate, and most importantly, never forget. While her mind not be as sharp as it once was she still knows the names of her grandchildren and was active every day at her temple just before Covid. She knows how to speak, Romanian, Hebrew, Yiddish, German, Polish, Swedish, and English. 🙏🏼G-d bless you Magda🙌🏼We love you❤️ It meant everything to hear you say how beautiful Briana is🙏🏼🙏🏼❤️❤️
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Emotional Post: Today, Briana met her 101 year old great grandmother. She is a true Queen and Matriach of my wife’s family. This is her grandmother Magda. Magda is one of the very few survivors of the Nazi German Auschwitz concentration camp in Oświęcim, Poland. She was born in Romania. At only 6 or 7 years old , she was taken to Auschwitz along with her siblings. Her mother was pregnant with the youngest sibling. The Germans allowed for the older siblings to care for the mother until she was able to gain her strength after child birth. Her brothers and father were taken to a camp and were killed. Her mother and newborn sibling were taken straight to a camp and killed as well. Her and her two siblings were at the concentration camp. Magda’s job was to dig all day long to help build mass graves for dead Jewish bodies. She survived by simply doing what she was told while her body withered away. She has told us stories about morning inspections and when they would round up every Jew and check to see if they were still “useful” by being physically able to work. Many were shot in the head and killed during morning inspections due to their bodies being too withered and frail to continue, so they had no use for them. She recounted her story in a private interview with Steven Spielberg in the 90’s. As winter came, they would all sleep next to their families and peers to maintain body warmth. She slept next to her sister on the floor. When they woke she tried to wake her sister up so they could get ready for work. Her sister was cold and body was frozen. She had died that night. With remarkable and unprecedented resilience and courage, she watched as they carried her last remaining sibling off to be thrown into a mass grave. After that she can’t recall much as her body was becoming frail and weak. The last thing she remembers was the soldiers lining every last survivor up and having them march up to 5 miles daily. This was because the allies were closing in on the Germans. She watched many collapse to their deaths as they marched and marched. The final day she remembers, the German soldiers told them they were to march alone and not stop, she was exhausted and fainted. To her surprise she awoke from a coma in a hospital in Germany that was being used by the allies to treat many surviving Jews. As fate would have it, the last day the Germans told her to march was a day the soldiers fled and left the Jews as the allies were extremely close and eventually found all of the people who were still alive, passed out, or dead. She doesn’t recall just how long she was in a coma for, but was thankful to be alive. She was the only remaining member of her family. Magda started a new life in Landskrona, Sweden. Where to eventually met her husband. They had their first daughter (my mother in law) and immigrated to Brooklyn, New York. They had one more daughter (my wife’s aunt). Started the American dream. She lived in that two bedroom apartment until just over a year ago when she was taken to an assisted living. She has survived her husband and unfortunately her own daughter (my mother in law) who I never got the chance to meet. She has 4 grandchildren, and 7 great grandchildren (soon to be 8 with our daughter coming in September 🙏🏼). Magda’s life and her story is one that we must always remember to share and celebrate, and most importantly, never forget. While her mind not be as sharp as it once was she still knows the names of her grandchildren and was active every day at her temple just before Covid. She knows how to speak, Romanian, Hebrew, Yiddish, German, Polish, Swedish, and English. 🙏🏼G-d bless you Magda🙌🏼We love you❤️ It meant everything to hear you say how beautiful Briana is🙏🏼🙏🏼❤️❤️

Justin The Patriot

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Odette Sansom. The Gestapo placed her toenails on the table, one by one, and asked the question again. She looked at them and said: “I have nothing to say.” Before the war she was a French housewife in Somerset, raising three daughters. A letter offering photographs of the French coast reached the wrong office. Someone noticed her languages. In November 1942 she entered occupied France as “Lise,” working with the SPINDLE network. In April 1943 she and Peter Churchill were betrayed and arrested in the Alps. On the way to prison she told the Germans he was her husband and related to Winston Churchill — and that she, not he, led the network. They believed her. He became a hostage. She became the target. At 84 Avenue Foch they burned her with a red-hot poker and tore out her toenails. She knew names that would have destroyed the network. She gave them none. Sentenced to death, she said: “Then you will have to make up your mind on what count I am to be executed, because I can only die once.” At Ravensbrück she endured starvation, solitary confinement, and darkness. Childhood illness had already taught her darkness. She heard Violette Szabo, Denise Bloch, and Lilian Rolfe taken to their deaths. She survived. In May 1945 commandant Fritz Suhren drove her toward American lines, hoping to bargain with her life. She stepped from the car and told the Americans to arrest him. She later testified. He was executed. In 1946 she received the George Cross. She accepted it for the women who never came home. Strangers wrote to her for decades when they were desperate. She answered. “People in trouble seem to think I am someone worth writing to.” Odette Sansom died in Surrey in 1995, aged 82. Until she could no longer travel, she returned each Remembrance Day for the SOE women who did not survive. She called their connection permanent.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ❤️
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Odette Sansom. The Gestapo placed her toenails on the table, one by one, and asked the question again. She looked at them and said: “I have nothing to say.” Before the war she was a French housewife in Somerset, raising three daughters. A letter offering photographs of the French coast reached the wrong office. Someone noticed her languages. In November 1942 she entered occupied France as “Lise,” working with the SPINDLE network. In April 1943 she and Peter Churchill were betrayed and arrested in the Alps. On the way to prison she told the Germans he was her husband and related to Winston Churchill — and that she, not he, led the network. They believed her. He became a hostage. She became the target. At 84 Avenue Foch they burned her with a red-hot poker and tore out her toenails. She knew names that would have destroyed the network. She gave them none. Sentenced to death, she said: “Then you will have to make up your mind on what count I am to be executed, because I can only die once.” At Ravensbrück she endured starvation, solitary confinement, and darkness. Childhood illness had already taught her darkness. She heard Violette Szabo, Denise Bloch, and Lilian Rolfe taken to their deaths. She survived. In May 1945 commandant Fritz Suhren drove her toward American lines, hoping to bargain with her life. She stepped from the car and told the Americans to arrest him. She later testified. He was executed. In 1946 she received the George Cross. She accepted it for the women who never came home. Strangers wrote to her for decades when they were desperate. She answered. “People in trouble seem to think I am someone worth writing to.” Odette Sansom died in Surrey in 1995, aged 82. Until she could no longer travel, she returned each Remembrance Day for the SOE women who did not survive. She called their connection permanent.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ❤️

Trump Girl

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🚨#BREAKING: A Minnesota mother, Bonnie Pierce, escaped her burning house only to realize her toddler was still inside… ...and she ran BACK into the flames. Firefighters found her wrapped around her baby girl, shielding her with her own body. ❤️ Her daughter, SURVIVED, she saved her life. Her name is Bonnie Pierce, she was 38, a mom from St. Paul, Minnesota. On Saturday afternoon, a fire broke out in the duplex where she was home with two of her daughters. One of the girls, Aurora, did something incredible to save herself. She kicked an air conditioning unit clean out of a window and climbed through it to safety. And Bonnie made it out too. She was OUT. She was safe. But her other little girl, Grace, still just a toddler, was somewhere back inside that burning building. Her mother, Bonnie, didn't think twice. She turned around and ran back into the fire. When firefighters fought their way in, they found her. She had wrapped her own body around her daughter, shielding that little girl from the flames and the smoke with everything she had left. Protecting her baby to the very end. Bonnie was found unresponsive, she'd been without oxygen for nearly 15 minutes. She had burns over 48% of her body. First responders and doctors fought for her with everything they had. But on Monday, Bonnie passed away from her injuries. Little Grace, the daughter she shielded with her own body… SURVIVED. She's still in the hospital. But doctors say she is expected to make a FULL recovery. That is a mother's love. Her home is now covered in flowers and chalk writing from friends that say "HERO" everywhere. Please keep Bonnie's family and both of her little girls in your prayers. GOD BLESS Bonnie Pierce. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
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🚨#BREAKING: A Minnesota mother, Bonnie Pierce, escaped her burning house only to realize her toddler was still inside… ...and she ran BACK into the flames. Firefighters found her wrapped around her baby girl, shielding her with her own body. ❤️ Her daughter, SURVIVED, she saved her life. Her name is Bonnie Pierce, she was 38, a mom from St. Paul, Minnesota. On Saturday afternoon, a fire broke out in the duplex where she was home with two of her daughters. One of the girls, Aurora, did something incredible to save herself. She kicked an air conditioning unit clean out of a window and climbed through it to safety. And Bonnie made it out too. She was OUT. She was safe. But her other little girl, Grace, still just a toddler, was somewhere back inside that burning building. Her mother, Bonnie, didn't think twice. She turned around and ran back into the fire. When firefighters fought their way in, they found her. She had wrapped her own body around her daughter, shielding that little girl from the flames and the smoke with everything she had left. Protecting her baby to the very end. Bonnie was found unresponsive, she'd been without oxygen for nearly 15 minutes. She had burns over 48% of her body. First responders and doctors fought for her with everything they had. But on Monday, Bonnie passed away from her injuries. Little Grace, the daughter she shielded with her own body… SURVIVED. She's still in the hospital. But doctors say she is expected to make a FULL recovery. That is a mother's love. Her home is now covered in flowers and chalk writing from friends that say "HERO" everywhere. Please keep Bonnie's family and both of her little girls in your prayers. GOD BLESS Bonnie Pierce. 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Matt Van Swol

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You and her husband are very stupid. This is how you people want to defend yourselves after killing her. After the husband was telling everyone she was healed. After you people locked her up in a room and refused her to even go and see her father. She could not talk to anyone. Even created a nick name for her husband (the nickname was Azenabor) so his family won’t know she’s referring to him when she talks to people to help her. Your stupid church pastor told her God has healed her and that she should return 2 million naira back to the church from her donation money, he said the 2 million is the amount the church donated for her dialysis. She asked the Pastor to send evidence of the 2 million that he claims belongs to the church and he could not. Next thing the church said the money people sent to her is cursed. That the same thing killed her mother. When she’s with the pastor and her husband she has to pretend to her friends that the Agbo and prayers were working, but she confided in a few people. Even cried that she wants to go meet her father and the husband shouted her down. Your stupid friend and the Pastor told her she doesn’t need dialysis and even when her boss from work offered to give her 500,000 every month for 3 month’s dialysis, she couldn’t take the money because the boss requested for hospital evidence breakdown after every dialysis for the 3 months he’d pay and she didn’t want her boss to know she stopped dialysis because of her husband and the stupid church. People were willing to help. Don’t come on my post to say trash because if you and her stupid husband and his family piss me off, even the devil will scream blood of Jesus by the time I am done with all of you.
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You and her husband are very stupid. This is how you people want to defend yourselves after killing her. After the husband was telling everyone she was healed. After you people locked her up in a room and refused her to even go and see her father. She could not talk to anyone. Even created a nick name for her husband (the nickname was Azenabor) so his family won’t know she’s referring to him when she talks to people to help her. Your stupid church pastor told her God has healed her and that she should return 2 million naira back to the church from her donation money, he said the 2 million is the amount the church donated for her dialysis. She asked the Pastor to send evidence of the 2 million that he claims belongs to the church and he could not. Next thing the church said the money people sent to her is cursed. That the same thing killed her mother. When she’s with the pastor and her husband she has to pretend to her friends that the Agbo and prayers were working, but she confided in a few people. Even cried that she wants to go meet her father and the husband shouted her down. Your stupid friend and the Pastor told her she doesn’t need dialysis and even when her boss from work offered to give her 500,000 every month for 3 month’s dialysis, she couldn’t take the money because the boss requested for hospital evidence breakdown after every dialysis for the 3 months he’d pay and she didn’t want her boss to know she stopped dialysis because of her husband and the stupid church. People were willing to help. Don’t come on my post to say trash because if you and her stupid husband and his family piss me off, even the devil will scream blood of Jesus by the time I am done with all of you.

AMB. SERAH IBRAHIM

182,482 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

Peggy lived alone at the end of Hawthorn Lane, and the only one who really kept an eye on her was a big black Doberman named Bear. People in the neighborhood used to cross the street when they saw him. He looked like the kind of dog you read about in the wrong kind of story, all muscle and sharp ears. But anybody who actually knew Peggy knew that Bear followed her around the house like a shadow and slept on the floor beside her bed every night. Peggy was 79 and stubborn about living on her own. Her son had been after her for a year to move somewhere with people around, and she kept telling him she was fine, that she had Bear and that was plenty. One morning in the kitchen, she reached up for a mug on the top shelf and her legs just went out from under her. She came down hard on the tile and couldn't get herself back up. Her phone was on the counter, way out of reach, and the house was dead quiet except for her own breathing. Bear was at her side before she even finished falling. He nosed at her face and pressed against her, and when she told him to go, he ran to the front window and started barking, the deep kind the whole street could hear. He wouldn't stop, going from the window to Peggy and back again, over and over, until a neighbor two doors down finally came out to see what all the noise was about. She found Peggy on the floor and Bear standing guard over her, and she had the ambulance there within minutes. Peggy came home a week later with a cracked hip and a new respect for that dog. She still won't hear a word about moving. She says she already lives with somebody who looks out tor her.
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Peggy lived alone at the end of Hawthorn Lane, and the only one who really kept an eye on her was a big black Doberman named Bear. People in the neighborhood used to cross the street when they saw him. He looked like the kind of dog you read about in the wrong kind of story, all muscle and sharp ears. But anybody who actually knew Peggy knew that Bear followed her around the house like a shadow and slept on the floor beside her bed every night. Peggy was 79 and stubborn about living on her own. Her son had been after her for a year to move somewhere with people around, and she kept telling him she was fine, that she had Bear and that was plenty. One morning in the kitchen, she reached up for a mug on the top shelf and her legs just went out from under her. She came down hard on the tile and couldn't get herself back up. Her phone was on the counter, way out of reach, and the house was dead quiet except for her own breathing. Bear was at her side before she even finished falling. He nosed at her face and pressed against her, and when she told him to go, he ran to the front window and started barking, the deep kind the whole street could hear. He wouldn't stop, going from the window to Peggy and back again, over and over, until a neighbor two doors down finally came out to see what all the noise was about. She found Peggy on the floor and Bear standing guard over her, and she had the ambulance there within minutes. Peggy came home a week later with a cracked hip and a new respect for that dog. She still won't hear a word about moving. She says she already lives with somebody who looks out tor her.

Gabriele Corno

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For ⭕️Faerie ❤️ Calling her an artist barely covers it. She did not simply make art. She made environments. Light, fabric, color, movement, paintings, installations, canopies, flags. She created entire worlds that people could enter, stand beneath, and experience. Then she came to X and did the same thing with words. She was a Jew and a lioness. She fought antisemitism and stood unapologetically for Israel and the Jewish people. She spoke for people whose voices were being crushed. She carried stories others ignored and demanded that the world pay attention. She was fierce without surrendering her tenderness. There were Shabbat candles. Torah. Humor. Nature. Warmth. Beauty. A wish for peace sent across the world from her paradise island in Thailand. She once wrote that she spent her working days “fighting my heart out here.” She did. Heart first. All of it. That is what made her special. She did not separate the artist from the fighter, the Jew from the lioness, or the lioness from the beautiful soul. They were all the same woman. One of her final gifts to us was a Shabbat blessing, wishing her friends peace and the company of those they loved. May that peace surround her now. May the light she created continue to find us in the dark. May her courage remain in everyone she strengthened. May her memory be a blessing. זכרונה לברכה The Jewish people have lost a lioness. The world has lost a genuine artist and a beautiful soul. And many of us have lost a friend.
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For ⭕️Faerie ❤️ Calling her an artist barely covers it. She did not simply make art. She made environments. Light, fabric, color, movement, paintings, installations, canopies, flags. She created entire worlds that people could enter, stand beneath, and experience. Then she came to X and did the same thing with words. She was a Jew and a lioness. She fought antisemitism and stood unapologetically for Israel and the Jewish people. She spoke for people whose voices were being crushed. She carried stories others ignored and demanded that the world pay attention. She was fierce without surrendering her tenderness. There were Shabbat candles. Torah. Humor. Nature. Warmth. Beauty. A wish for peace sent across the world from her paradise island in Thailand. She once wrote that she spent her working days “fighting my heart out here.” She did. Heart first. All of it. That is what made her special. She did not separate the artist from the fighter, the Jew from the lioness, or the lioness from the beautiful soul. They were all the same woman. One of her final gifts to us was a Shabbat blessing, wishing her friends peace and the company of those they loved. May that peace surround her now. May the light she created continue to find us in the dark. May her courage remain in everyone she strengthened. May her memory be a blessing. זכרונה לברכה The Jewish people have lost a lioness. The world has lost a genuine artist and a beautiful soul. And many of us have lost a friend.

Matthew Feinberg

26,806 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

A citizen in Istanbul found an approximately 6-week-old kitten that had been left all alone on the street, crying for help and meowing from hunger and desperation. After feeding the kitten, the citizen took it to a shelter so it could be safe. But the story didn't end there. Most likely, the mother cat had only left her kitten for a short time to look for food. When she returned and couldn't find her kitten where she had left it, she immediately began searching for it. She wandered around the area for days, checking every shelter and clinic she came across. Then one day, she heard a meowing sound coming from a clinic. She immediately recognized that the voice belonged to her own kitten. Without hesitation, she followed the sound inside and went straight to her kitten. And the very first thing she did after being reunited with her baby was nurse it 🥺 How powerful is a mother's love... To recognize her own kitten's voice among countless others and never give up until she found it 😭❤️
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A citizen in Istanbul found an approximately 6-week-old kitten that had been left all alone on the street, crying for help and meowing from hunger and desperation. After feeding the kitten, the citizen took it to a shelter so it could be safe. But the story didn't end there. Most likely, the mother cat had only left her kitten for a short time to look for food. When she returned and couldn't find her kitten where she had left it, she immediately began searching for it. She wandered around the area for days, checking every shelter and clinic she came across. Then one day, she heard a meowing sound coming from a clinic. She immediately recognized that the voice belonged to her own kitten. Without hesitation, she followed the sound inside and went straight to her kitten. And the very first thing she did after being reunited with her baby was nurse it 🥺 How powerful is a mother's love... To recognize her own kitten's voice among countless others and never give up until she found it 😭❤️

Dailymeow

119,557 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

A mother’s love is boundless and everlasting. ❤️ On the night of September 3, 2019, in Edsbyn, Sweden, Emma Schols woke to her house on fire. Her two youngest boys were already downstairs in the burning room. She threw herself over them like a shield, pushed them outside to safety, and locked the door so their panic couldn’t pull them back in. Four more children were still upstairs. The staircase was in flames. She climbed it anyway. At the top she discovered her one-year-old, Mollie, still in her crib. Despite her own body already burning and her feet melting on the stairs, she went back into the smoke, lifted her baby, and carried her out. All six children survived unharmed. Emma suffered burns over 93% of her body — injuries doctors said were almost always fatal. She spent weeks on a ventilator, endured more than 20 surgeries, and fought her way back. When she finally woke, her first question was: “Are my children alive?” In 2020 Sweden named her Lifesaver of the Year. She later wrote the memoir I Wear My Scars with Pride. When people call her a hero, she simply says: “If I gave birth to six children, I will get all six out.” And she did.
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A mother’s love is boundless and everlasting. ❤️ On the night of September 3, 2019, in Edsbyn, Sweden, Emma Schols woke to her house on fire. Her two youngest boys were already downstairs in the burning room. She threw herself over them like a shield, pushed them outside to safety, and locked the door so their panic couldn’t pull them back in. Four more children were still upstairs. The staircase was in flames. She climbed it anyway. At the top she discovered her one-year-old, Mollie, still in her crib. Despite her own body already burning and her feet melting on the stairs, she went back into the smoke, lifted her baby, and carried her out. All six children survived unharmed. Emma suffered burns over 93% of her body — injuries doctors said were almost always fatal. She spent weeks on a ventilator, endured more than 20 surgeries, and fought her way back. When she finally woke, her first question was: “Are my children alive?” In 2020 Sweden named her Lifesaver of the Year. She later wrote the memoir I Wear My Scars with Pride. When people call her a hero, she simply says: “If I gave birth to six children, I will get all six out.” And she did.

Trump Girl

26,886 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

They hunted her for three years and never learned her name. In occupied Holland she was only “the girl with the red hair.” A law student who refused to sign the loyalty declaration, Hannie Schaft forged papers for Jews, then took up arms. She shot collaborators and occupation officers. When the Germans put the redhead on their wanted list, she dyed her hair black and wore glasses. The disguise held until March 1945. A checkpoint search found illegal newspapers and a pistol. In prison the black dye faded. The red roots told them who they had. They tortured her. She gave them no names. On 17 April 1945, three weeks before liberation, they took her to the dunes at Overveen and shot her. She was 24. After the war they recovered 422 bodies from those dunes. She was the only woman among them. The famous last words—“I shoot better than you”—were added later by a novelist. They were never needed. The record is enough: they never broke her. Hannie Schaft. 16 September 1920 – 17 April 1945 She served.
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They hunted her for three years and never learned her name. In occupied Holland she was only “the girl with the red hair.” A law student who refused to sign the loyalty declaration, Hannie Schaft forged papers for Jews, then took up arms. She shot collaborators and occupation officers. When the Germans put the redhead on their wanted list, she dyed her hair black and wore glasses. The disguise held until March 1945. A checkpoint search found illegal newspapers and a pistol. In prison the black dye faded. The red roots told them who they had. They tortured her. She gave them no names. On 17 April 1945, three weeks before liberation, they took her to the dunes at Overveen and shot her. She was 24. After the war they recovered 422 bodies from those dunes. She was the only woman among them. The famous last words—“I shoot better than you”—were added later by a novelist. They were never needed. The record is enough: they never broke her. Hannie Schaft. 16 September 1920 – 17 April 1945 She served.

Trump Girl

14,991 görüntüleme • 29 gün önce

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖔 𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 The light over the sink was the color of a held breath. She stood there long enough for the tap to stop dripping and the house to go quiet around her, as if even the walls had decided to watch. Steam ghosted the glass, then thinned, and two angels looked at each other through what was left. One of them was wounded. Her wings, if they had ever been wings, hung wrong. Not broken in the pretty way stories like to paint. Broken in the living way. A shoulder drawn in. A mouth that remembered how to smile and no longer trusted the reflex. There was a mark violence leaves that no one else can point to and still she felt it, a wound under the skin. She had survived the night and then survived every morning after it, which is a second violence nobody counts. Across the glass the other angel was whole. Same face. Same bones. A version of her that still believed a room was only a room. Her hair fell the way it used to, easy, unguarded. Her eyes had not yet learned to measure a doorway or a tone of voice that changes too fast. She looked back with a brightness so intact it felt like a door slammed on a hymn. The wounded one wanted to hate her for it. She wanted to fall into her. She wanted to warn her. She could do none of those things. The glass would not allow passage. Time would not either. They stared until the air between them felt heavy. This was not one woman and her reflection. This was a threshold. Before and after occupying the same small bathroom, breathing the same cheap soap, refusing to blink first. She lifted her hand. The whole one lifted the same hand, a heartbeat late, as if memory had to catch up with the echo. Fingertips found the cold. Two lives met and failed to touch. The glass held them apart with a cruelty so ordinary it almost passed for furniture. Speak, the wounded one thought, though she did not know which of them she meant. The whole angel had no language for what was coming. That was her holiness and her helplessness. She could only remain as proof. Proof that there had been a self before the theft. Proof that the woman on this side of the glass was not a different creature, only a life interrupted and forced to continue. Something in the wounded angel’s chest tore and then... impossibly... kept beating. She didn't smash the mirror. People who have already been shattered learn the cost of breaking more glass. She looked until the two faces burned into one another: the girl who walked into the world unarmored, and the woman who walked out of the dark carrying her name like a lit match in a wind. When she finally turned from the sink, the whole angel did not vanish. She came too, folded into the wounded one the way a former country lives inside an exile. Not as a ghost. As a claim. Nearly 1 in 3 women on earth will stand at some version of this glass. The World Health Organization names it without poetry: physical violence, sexual violence, or both, at least once in a lifetime. Hundreds of millions. In the United States the numbers do not grow kinder. About 1 in 4 women report completed or attempted rape. Older national counts still used by survivor networks say 1 in 6. Most never see a courtroom. Most already know the face. The world prefers the whole angel in the glass. The world is less eager to look at the one who had to keep living in silence. I am one of these angels and so are many others. 💫This post is dedicated to all the other angels who remember like it was yesterday.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖔 𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊 The light over the sink was the color of a held breath. She stood there long enough for the tap to stop dripping and the house to go quiet around her, as if even the walls had decided to watch. Steam ghosted the glass, then thinned, and two angels looked at each other through what was left. One of them was wounded. Her wings, if they had ever been wings, hung wrong. Not broken in the pretty way stories like to paint. Broken in the living way. A shoulder drawn in. A mouth that remembered how to smile and no longer trusted the reflex. There was a mark violence leaves that no one else can point to and still she felt it, a wound under the skin. She had survived the night and then survived every morning after it, which is a second violence nobody counts. Across the glass the other angel was whole. Same face. Same bones. A version of her that still believed a room was only a room. Her hair fell the way it used to, easy, unguarded. Her eyes had not yet learned to measure a doorway or a tone of voice that changes too fast. She looked back with a brightness so intact it felt like a door slammed on a hymn. The wounded one wanted to hate her for it. She wanted to fall into her. She wanted to warn her. She could do none of those things. The glass would not allow passage. Time would not either. They stared until the air between them felt heavy. This was not one woman and her reflection. This was a threshold. Before and after occupying the same small bathroom, breathing the same cheap soap, refusing to blink first. She lifted her hand. The whole one lifted the same hand, a heartbeat late, as if memory had to catch up with the echo. Fingertips found the cold. Two lives met and failed to touch. The glass held them apart with a cruelty so ordinary it almost passed for furniture. Speak, the wounded one thought, though she did not know which of them she meant. The whole angel had no language for what was coming. That was her holiness and her helplessness. She could only remain as proof. Proof that there had been a self before the theft. Proof that the woman on this side of the glass was not a different creature, only a life interrupted and forced to continue. Something in the wounded angel’s chest tore and then... impossibly... kept beating. She didn't smash the mirror. People who have already been shattered learn the cost of breaking more glass. She looked until the two faces burned into one another: the girl who walked into the world unarmored, and the woman who walked out of the dark carrying her name like a lit match in a wind. When she finally turned from the sink, the whole angel did not vanish. She came too, folded into the wounded one the way a former country lives inside an exile. Not as a ghost. As a claim. Nearly 1 in 3 women on earth will stand at some version of this glass. The World Health Organization names it without poetry: physical violence, sexual violence, or both, at least once in a lifetime. Hundreds of millions. In the United States the numbers do not grow kinder. About 1 in 4 women report completed or attempted rape. Older national counts still used by survivor networks say 1 in 6. Most never see a courtroom. Most already know the face. The world prefers the whole angel in the glass. The world is less eager to look at the one who had to keep living in silence. I am one of these angels and so are many others. 💫This post is dedicated to all the other angels who remember like it was yesterday.

Lj Priest (Trader Jill)

18,361 görüntüleme • 7 gün önce

"My mother raised four kids and buried a husband and built a life entirely with her own hands. Last week she turned 80 and moved into assisted living. She was allowed to bring one thing that wasn't furniture. Every single one of us assumed she would bring Dad's photo or her china or the quilt she's had since 1987. She looked at all of us and she said — 'I'm bringing Bruno.' Not one of us said a single word. Because not one of us could argue with that. Because Bruno has slept beside her bed every night for seven years. Because when Dad passed Bruno didn't leave her side for two weeks. Because she is 80 years old and she has earned every single choice she makes and this one was never a question." We helped her move in on Thursday. She directed everything. Where the lamp goes. Which books on which shelf. Dad's photo facing the bed so she sees it first thing. Bruno's bed went in first. Before anything else. She told my brother — "Get his bed in there first. Everything else can wait." When we left that afternoon Bruno was already on his bed with his chin on her quilt like he'd lived there his whole life. My sister called me on the drive home. She couldn't finish a sentence. Neither could I. We are not sad about this. We want to be clear about that. Mom is okay. Mom is more than okay. Mom walked into that room like she walks into every room — like she owns it and is prepared to improve it. We are crying because of the chin on the quilt. We are crying because she is 80 years old and she has been through everything and when they told her one thing she didn't hesitate. Not the china. Not the photo. Not the quilt. Bruno. Drop a ❤️ for Mom. And one for Bruno who has been her one thing for seven years without knowing it.
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"My mother raised four kids and buried a husband and built a life entirely with her own hands. Last week she turned 80 and moved into assisted living. She was allowed to bring one thing that wasn't furniture. Every single one of us assumed she would bring Dad's photo or her china or the quilt she's had since 1987. She looked at all of us and she said — 'I'm bringing Bruno.' Not one of us said a single word. Because not one of us could argue with that. Because Bruno has slept beside her bed every night for seven years. Because when Dad passed Bruno didn't leave her side for two weeks. Because she is 80 years old and she has earned every single choice she makes and this one was never a question." We helped her move in on Thursday. She directed everything. Where the lamp goes. Which books on which shelf. Dad's photo facing the bed so she sees it first thing. Bruno's bed went in first. Before anything else. She told my brother — "Get his bed in there first. Everything else can wait." When we left that afternoon Bruno was already on his bed with his chin on her quilt like he'd lived there his whole life. My sister called me on the drive home. She couldn't finish a sentence. Neither could I. We are not sad about this. We want to be clear about that. Mom is okay. Mom is more than okay. Mom walked into that room like she walks into every room — like she owns it and is prepared to improve it. We are crying because of the chin on the quilt. We are crying because she is 80 years old and she has been through everything and when they told her one thing she didn't hesitate. Not the china. Not the photo. Not the quilt. Bruno. Drop a ❤️ for Mom. And one for Bruno who has been her one thing for seven years without knowing it.

Crazy Moments

621,009 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

I talk with LHGrey™️ almost every hour of every day. Today I have good news, and I have news that is very tragic. The good: her heart is getting stronger. In her voice notes she no longer sounds as if she is fighting for every breath. She feels every prayer and every kindness you have sent her way. I promise you, she has all of you to thank for that. The tragic: she received terrible news today and is carrying a deep personal loss. You will not see her here for a long while, if at all. When she has the energy, she still writes on Substack now and then. Follow her there so you don’t miss her when she can speak. I made this silly little Halloween video to try to lift her spirits. I love Halloween, and let’s be honest, she has always been our own personal Queen of the Night. She is asking that no one reach out right now. What she is walking through is very heavy. Please give her the quiet she needs. 🙏♥️
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I talk with LHGrey™️ almost every hour of every day. Today I have good news, and I have news that is very tragic. The good: her heart is getting stronger. In her voice notes she no longer sounds as if she is fighting for every breath. She feels every prayer and every kindness you have sent her way. I promise you, she has all of you to thank for that. The tragic: she received terrible news today and is carrying a deep personal loss. You will not see her here for a long while, if at all. When she has the energy, she still writes on Substack now and then. Follow her there so you don’t miss her when she can speak. I made this silly little Halloween video to try to lift her spirits. I love Halloween, and let’s be honest, she has always been our own personal Queen of the Night. She is asking that no one reach out right now. What she is walking through is very heavy. Please give her the quiet she needs. 🙏♥️

Lj Priest (Trader Jill)

76,788 görüntüleme • 17 gün önce

When you read about the early history of the Spanish conquest of the Americas, you realize Certain Things about Latin America... From Michele de Cuneo, a Spanish nobleman in Columbus’s second expedition to the Americas: "While I was in the boat, I captured a very beautiful woman, whom the Lord Admiral [Columbus] gave to me. When I had taken her to my cabin she was naked — as was their custom. I was filled with a desire to take my pleasure with her and attempted to satisfy my desire. She was unwilling, and so treated me with her nails that I wished I had never begun. I then took a piece of rope and whipped her soundly, and she let forth such incredible screams that you would not have believed your ears. Eventually we came to such terms, I assure you, that you would have thought she had been brought up in a school for whores."
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When you read about the early history of the Spanish conquest of the Americas, you realize Certain Things about Latin America... From Michele de Cuneo, a Spanish nobleman in Columbus’s second expedition to the Americas: "While I was in the boat, I captured a very beautiful woman, whom the Lord Admiral [Columbus] gave to me. When I had taken her to my cabin she was naked — as was their custom. I was filled with a desire to take my pleasure with her and attempted to satisfy my desire. She was unwilling, and so treated me with her nails that I wished I had never begun. I then took a piece of rope and whipped her soundly, and she let forth such incredible screams that you would not have believed your ears. Eventually we came to such terms, I assure you, that you would have thought she had been brought up in a school for whores."

Melian Refugee

2,091,303 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

Samay got scammed 🚨 A girl stood up suddenly and went out during Samay's last show. He even made fun of her. Now, she has exposed Latent's whole script. Suhani did an act where she guessed the name, a contestant (girl) was thinking of in her mind. Actually, it was pre planned. A man with "Anubhav" written on his shirt was standing behind the curtains, in case the contestant forgot the name which she was already told and the act fails. That girl was on a call while this happened and she saw that man, but she didn't realise what was happening. When she saw the episode, she got to know this was scripted. She shared it with her friends and one of her friends scammed the Latent team for 20k as she has revealed this secret now. Crazy things are happening man 🙏😭
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Samay got scammed 🚨 A girl stood up suddenly and went out during Samay's last show. He even made fun of her. Now, she has exposed Latent's whole script. Suhani did an act where she guessed the name, a contestant (girl) was thinking of in her mind. Actually, it was pre planned. A man with "Anubhav" written on his shirt was standing behind the curtains, in case the contestant forgot the name which she was already told and the act fails. That girl was on a call while this happened and she saw that man, but she didn't realise what was happening. When she saw the episode, she got to know this was scripted. She shared it with her friends and one of her friends scammed the Latent team for 20k as she has revealed this secret now. Crazy things are happening man 🙏😭

Suprvirat

649,039 görüntüleme • 4 gün önce

#ออมกรณ์นภัส #OrmKornnaphat OP “ When attending fmt Chongqing, I got to see Nong Orm in person for the first time — and it was truly unforgettable. When the host handed her the pen for the camera marker, she received it with both hands and gently thanked to the host. The pen cap fell off, but before she could pick it up, she was called to begin filming. After finishing the camera marker video, she quietly ran back, picked up the pen cap, closed it properly, and returned to sit beside the host . Such a small moment — but it speaks volumes about her character. When I walked over, she was chatting with a fan on the other side. I was so nervous to finally see her that I called her name a few times, and she immediately turned to greet me with the warmest smile. After the photo session, she waved goodbye to our group and gently patted my shoulder. I could feel that she was truly sorry for not having more time to spend with us before the shoot. Even though there were many people around, Nong Orm gave her all during the 1v20 photoshoot. She made the effort to greet every single fan and did her best to fulfill everyone’s photo and “hi-bye” moments, especially when she saw fans holding rice cards. She had taken off her contact lenses, and since she’s very nearsighted, she kept squinting and trying to see what fans were holding in their hands — not just once, but several times. That effort alone was so heartwarming. She respects every staff member and treats each fan who shows up with sincerity and warmth. When the host asked if she had anything to say to everyone, she especially thanked those supporting her online. She understands that many fans can’t attend in person for various reasons, and she also appreciates those who work hard to support her both online and offline. Nong Orm loves us deeply - just as we love her. 💖 - cre : xxlikorm
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#ออมกรณ์นภัส #OrmKornnaphat OP “ When attending fmt Chongqing, I got to see Nong Orm in person for the first time — and it was truly unforgettable. When the host handed her the pen for the camera marker, she received it with both hands and gently thanked to the host. The pen cap fell off, but before she could pick it up, she was called to begin filming. After finishing the camera marker video, she quietly ran back, picked up the pen cap, closed it properly, and returned to sit beside the host . Such a small moment — but it speaks volumes about her character. When I walked over, she was chatting with a fan on the other side. I was so nervous to finally see her that I called her name a few times, and she immediately turned to greet me with the warmest smile. After the photo session, she waved goodbye to our group and gently patted my shoulder. I could feel that she was truly sorry for not having more time to spend with us before the shoot. Even though there were many people around, Nong Orm gave her all during the 1v20 photoshoot. She made the effort to greet every single fan and did her best to fulfill everyone’s photo and “hi-bye” moments, especially when she saw fans holding rice cards. She had taken off her contact lenses, and since she’s very nearsighted, she kept squinting and trying to see what fans were holding in their hands — not just once, but several times. That effort alone was so heartwarming. She respects every staff member and treats each fan who shows up with sincerity and warmth. When the host asked if she had anything to say to everyone, she especially thanked those supporting her online. She understands that many fans can’t attend in person for various reasons, and she also appreciates those who work hard to support her both online and offline. Nong Orm loves us deeply - just as we love her. 💖 - cre : xxlikorm

𝓚

17,279 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

She Lived to 117. Scientists Studied Her for Months. Her Secret Cost $2. Maria Branyas Morera ate three yogurts a day. Every single day, for as long as anyone could remember. She mentioned this to anyone who asked about her longevity, which was often, and it was the kind of advice people receive with a warm smile and then immediately discard, because we prefer our longevity secrets to involve something more exotic than a supermarket dairy aisle. Maria died in Barcelona in 2024. She was 117. Then scientists actually looked inside her, and the smiling stopped. Her gut was packed with Bifidobacterium, a bacterium almost never found in people past 110, and far more commonly associated with infants. Her body had, in the most literal biological sense, not been informed of her actual age. It was operating on entirely different assumptions. Her DNA suggested she was somewhere between 100 and 110. She was 117. Seven years younger on the inside than the calendar insisted, which at 117 is not a rounding error. That is a extraordinary number. But to appreciate why any of this matters, you need to understand what kind of person we are talking about. Maria was born in San Francisco in 1907, the year before the Model T Ford, when Theodore Roosevelt was still in the White House and most of humanity died of things we now treat with a Tuesday afternoon at the pharmacy. Her Catalan father had come to America to make something of himself, and for a while it worked beautifully. He founded a Spanish-language magazine in New Orleans, one of the most chaotic, beautiful, swampy, and gastronomically unhinged cities on the continent, a place that has always operated on the reasonable philosophy that life is uncertain and the gumbo is excellent. Then the family got on a boat back to Spain. Maria fell on deck and permanently lost the hearing in one ear. Her father died of tuberculosis before the coast of Catalonia came into view. He was 37. She was eight. Her mother arrived in Europe with five children, no husband, and presumably very little appetite for what came next. Maria managed. She nursed soldiers in the Spanish Civil War. She outlived Franco, which required considerable patience. She raised three children. She played piano until she was 108. At 113 she caught COVID-19 and dispatched it, which at that point resembles less a medical event than a statement of intent. Then she joined Twitter. Her bio read: “I am old, very old, but not an idiot.” Her last request, before she died peacefully in her sleep, was three words: “Please study me.” The geneticists obliged with considerable enthusiasm, and their subsequent paper in Cell Reports Medicine runs to forty pages of scientists explaining, in the careful and hedged language that science requires, that this woman was remarkable in ways they had not previously encountered and were not entirely sure how to explain. The yogurt, it turns out, had been doing quiet and serious work for over a century. Nomadic peoples of Central Asia were fermenting milk 8,000 years ago, long before germ theory, before microscopes, before anyone had the faintest idea what a bacterium was. They didn’t need to understand it. Their guts understood it. The knowledge was older than writing. Maria understood it too. She didn’t publish a paper. She didn’t launch a wellness brand. She just ate her yogurt every morning and got on with the extraordinary business of being alive. Gandalv / Gandalv ✦ AI-generated image. Not the actual person. Full story:
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She Lived to 117. Scientists Studied Her for Months. Her Secret Cost $2. Maria Branyas Morera ate three yogurts a day. Every single day, for as long as anyone could remember. She mentioned this to anyone who asked about her longevity, which was often, and it was the kind of advice people receive with a warm smile and then immediately discard, because we prefer our longevity secrets to involve something more exotic than a supermarket dairy aisle. Maria died in Barcelona in 2024. She was 117. Then scientists actually looked inside her, and the smiling stopped. Her gut was packed with Bifidobacterium, a bacterium almost never found in people past 110, and far more commonly associated with infants. Her body had, in the most literal biological sense, not been informed of her actual age. It was operating on entirely different assumptions. Her DNA suggested she was somewhere between 100 and 110. She was 117. Seven years younger on the inside than the calendar insisted, which at 117 is not a rounding error. That is a extraordinary number. But to appreciate why any of this matters, you need to understand what kind of person we are talking about. Maria was born in San Francisco in 1907, the year before the Model T Ford, when Theodore Roosevelt was still in the White House and most of humanity died of things we now treat with a Tuesday afternoon at the pharmacy. Her Catalan father had come to America to make something of himself, and for a while it worked beautifully. He founded a Spanish-language magazine in New Orleans, one of the most chaotic, beautiful, swampy, and gastronomically unhinged cities on the continent, a place that has always operated on the reasonable philosophy that life is uncertain and the gumbo is excellent. Then the family got on a boat back to Spain. Maria fell on deck and permanently lost the hearing in one ear. Her father died of tuberculosis before the coast of Catalonia came into view. He was 37. She was eight. Her mother arrived in Europe with five children, no husband, and presumably very little appetite for what came next. Maria managed. She nursed soldiers in the Spanish Civil War. She outlived Franco, which required considerable patience. She raised three children. She played piano until she was 108. At 113 she caught COVID-19 and dispatched it, which at that point resembles less a medical event than a statement of intent. Then she joined Twitter. Her bio read: “I am old, very old, but not an idiot.” Her last request, before she died peacefully in her sleep, was three words: “Please study me.” The geneticists obliged with considerable enthusiasm, and their subsequent paper in Cell Reports Medicine runs to forty pages of scientists explaining, in the careful and hedged language that science requires, that this woman was remarkable in ways they had not previously encountered and were not entirely sure how to explain. The yogurt, it turns out, had been doing quiet and serious work for over a century. Nomadic peoples of Central Asia were fermenting milk 8,000 years ago, long before germ theory, before microscopes, before anyone had the faintest idea what a bacterium was. They didn’t need to understand it. Their guts understood it. The knowledge was older than writing. Maria understood it too. She didn’t publish a paper. She didn’t launch a wellness brand. She just ate her yogurt every morning and got on with the extraordinary business of being alive. Gandalv / Gandalv ✦ AI-generated image. Not the actual person. Full story:

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