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Appollo was 9 years old when he and his handler reached Ground Zero on September 11, 2001. He worked through smoke, rubble, fire, and dangerous conditions searching for those who needed to be found. His coat was singed and his paws became bruised and cracked, but Appollo kept wanting... to work. He refused to simply give up and walk away from the job he had been trained to do. Eventually, his handler, NYPD Officer Peter Davis, had to make the decision to stop him and give his exhausted body the rest that Appollo himself wasn't willing to take. That was the heart of a working dog. Loyalty. Courage. Determination. And an incredible drive to keep going when others needed him. Appollo later received the PDSA Dickin Medal, representing the search and rescue dogs who served at Ground Zero and the Pentagon. He passed away in November 2006 at the age of 14, but the courage he showed on September 11 will never be forgotten. Some heroes wear a uniform. Some wear a collar. Appollo was one of them. Never Forgotten. ❤️🐾show more

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125,810 views • 25 days ago

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182,278 views • 1 month ago

You can't put into words what Paul Mullin means to Wrexham. For all his heroics on the pitch, he transcended it through his connection with the fans and the community. He gave his all for the club and delivered when it mattered the most, time and time again. The type of goalscorer a generation was told about but had never seen themselves. The man who turned us all into believers and made those dreams come true. A victim of his own success, he propelled us up the leagues so quickly that we didn't get to enjoy him long enough. To do what he did while missing two pre-seasons is absurd. Most of all, he is a great person. Someone who always puts his family first and stands up for what he believes in. A working-class lad from Litherland, who became a global star. A true Wrexham legend and one of the very best to ever wear the shirt 👑 #WxmAFC

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15,435 views • 2 months ago

The father worked at a water park and had access to all the areas, so he secretly took his son there to celebrate his 11th birthday. He just forgot that the cameras worked even when the park was closed. But his boss didn't fire him.

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915,923 views • 11 months ago

At the TMA awards he kept getting shock in his ear because only his in-ear was not working and he kept trying to signal for it to be fixed but nobody was listening to him, it got so bad yoongi had to give him his, the same thing happened during the YTC concert as well

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70,987 views • 10 months ago

They found him where the fighting had been the worst. Alone. Rifle empty. Magazines spent. And 23 enemy soldiers lying around his position. Private First Class Gary Martini was just 19 years old in April 1967 when his unit was ambushed in Vietnam. The jungle erupted with gunfire. Grenades exp|*ded. The line began to buckle under heavy attack. Martini did not pull back. He stayed where he was and returned fire. Wave after wave came at his position. He fired until his magazines were empty. Then he reloaded. Then fired again. The enemy tried to break through his sector. He would not let them. Somewhere in that storm of bullets and smoke, he was fatally w*unded. When the battle ended and his fellow soldiers moved through the wreckage, they found him still at his post. Around him lay 23 enemy bodies. He had held the line almost single handedly. He was 19. Nineteen. Most teenagers worry about school, about the future, about small things. Gary Martini faced d**th and refused to give ground. His stand bought time for his unit. Time to regroup. Time to survive. For his actions, he was awarded the Medal of Honor. looked like. A young soldier, alone in a jungle clearing, fighting until there was nothing left to fire. He did not run. He did not surrender. He fought until the end. Back home, his name faded with the years. The war became a chapter in a textbook. The faces became numbers. But once, in a violent clearing in Vietnam, a 19 year old stood his ground against overwhelming odds. 🫡🙏

They found him where the fighting had been the worst. Alone. Rifle empty. Magazines spent. And 23 enemy soldiers lying around his position. Private First Class Gary Martini was just 19 years old in April 1967 when his unit was ambushed in Vietnam. The jungle erupted with gunfire. Grenades exp|ded. The line began to buckle under heavy attack. Martini did not pull back. He stayed where he was and returned fire. Wave after wave came at his position. He fired until his magazines were empty. Then he reloaded. Then fired again. The enemy tried to break through his sector. He would not let them. Somewhere in that storm of bullets and smoke, he was fatally wunded. When the battle ended and his fellow soldiers moved through the wreckage, they found him still at his post. Around him lay 23 enemy bodies. He had held the line almost single handedly. He was 19. Nineteen. Most teenagers worry about school, about the future, about small things. Gary Martini faced d**th and refused to give ground. His stand bought time for his unit. Time to regroup. Time to survive. For his actions, he was awarded the Medal of Honor. looked like. A young soldier, alone in a jungle clearing, fighting until there was nothing left to fire. He did not run. He did not surrender. He fought until the end. Back home, his name faded with the years. The war became a chapter in a textbook. The faces became numbers. But once, in a violent clearing in Vietnam, a 19 year old stood his ground against overwhelming odds. 🫡🙏

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515,890 views • 7 months ago

Tamale Mirundi was the kind of man you would dislike, and at the same time look forward to listening to. He had many contradictions, swinging from one position to another and back. But wherever he stood at a time, he had that gift of the gab to make you feel like he had some point. He laboured to analyse. Much of his analysis was sophistic, and often opportunistic. But you had to be keen to notice the fallacies therein, otherwise you would get carried away by the entertainment in his way with words, metaphors, and fitting examples that were always available to him. Much as his books (pamphlets) were dismissed by many in view of the speed at which they were released, they manifest a desire to reflect and document. He prided in his arrogance. But it was usually an entertaining arrogance, easy to let pass. Towards the end of his life, his vocabulary became more and more unhinged, requiring Parental Guidance. Could the liberty of his tongue have been Dutch courage? As a propagandist, sometimes he sounded far fetched in his conspiracy theories, but his quality was often a bit higher than the new herd of bonehead propagandists deployed by his political club on social media. Many of them are characteristically unimaginative, belly-brained, predictable, petty, and, in summary, stupid. You can detect them from their first sentence. One of the features of philosophical minds is the freedom to think beyond conventions, venturing into taboo topics, pushing boundaries of what is acceptable, and questioning common sense. Much of this he did. He questioned religious beliefs and cultural norms. He lived the way of his mind. In many ways, including when he went off limits of social decency and civility, he was his own man. He dared to use his brain. He hasn’t returned it to the creator intact. May he find rest.

Tamale Mirundi was the kind of man you would dislike, and at the same time look forward to listening to. He had many contradictions, swinging from one position to another and back. But wherever he stood at a time, he had that gift of the gab to make you feel like he had some point. He laboured to analyse. Much of his analysis was sophistic, and often opportunistic. But you had to be keen to notice the fallacies therein, otherwise you would get carried away by the entertainment in his way with words, metaphors, and fitting examples that were always available to him. Much as his books (pamphlets) were dismissed by many in view of the speed at which they were released, they manifest a desire to reflect and document. He prided in his arrogance. But it was usually an entertaining arrogance, easy to let pass. Towards the end of his life, his vocabulary became more and more unhinged, requiring Parental Guidance. Could the liberty of his tongue have been Dutch courage? As a propagandist, sometimes he sounded far fetched in his conspiracy theories, but his quality was often a bit higher than the new herd of bonehead propagandists deployed by his political club on social media. Many of them are characteristically unimaginative, belly-brained, predictable, petty, and, in summary, stupid. You can detect them from their first sentence. One of the features of philosophical minds is the freedom to think beyond conventions, venturing into taboo topics, pushing boundaries of what is acceptable, and questioning common sense. Much of this he did. He questioned religious beliefs and cultural norms. He lived the way of his mind. In many ways, including when he went off limits of social decency and civility, he was his own man. He dared to use his brain. He hasn’t returned it to the creator intact. May he find rest.

Jim Spire Ssentongo

109,137 views • 2 years ago

In 1944, a 14-year-old Black boy named George Stinney was arrested in South Carolina. He was falsely accused of killing two white girls without a single piece of solid evidence, simply because he was the last person seen with them. He wasn't allowed to see his family, was interrogated without a lawyer, and "confessed" under pressure and fear. His trial lasted only a few hours with an all-white jury. Just 81 days after his arrest, he was executed in the electric chair. He was so small that his feet didn't reach the floor, so they had to place a Bible under him to make the straps fit. The most shocking part: he was innocent. In 2014, seventy years later, a court officially overturned the conviction and declared him innocent. But George never came back. His story became a symbol of racial injustice and the failures of the legal system—a child executed in the name of justice, but justice came far too late.

In 1944, a 14-year-old Black boy named George Stinney was arrested in South Carolina. He was falsely accused of killing two white girls without a single piece of solid evidence, simply because he was the last person seen with them. He wasn't allowed to see his family, was interrogated without a lawyer, and "confessed" under pressure and fear. His trial lasted only a few hours with an all-white jury. Just 81 days after his arrest, he was executed in the electric chair. He was so small that his feet didn't reach the floor, so they had to place a Bible under him to make the straps fit. The most shocking part: he was innocent. In 2014, seventy years later, a court officially overturned the conviction and declared him innocent. But George never came back. His story became a symbol of racial injustice and the failures of the legal system—a child executed in the name of justice, but justice came far too late.

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120,178 views • 6 months ago