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Odell Beckham Jr. says Sean McVay had him so prepared for the Super Bowl that he knew exactly how Cincinnati would defend him “Coach McVay, my favorite coach that I’ve had all my life was my high school coach, and it’s because he taught me how to be a man. He was firm on me, but he also prepped me for football.” “There’s nothing like being prepared to play a game instead of going into it kind of wishing for, hoping for, whatever.” “McVay was that person. I called TA, Gold Feet, I said, ‘Hey bro, you got to come out here.’ Boom. He flies to LA. We training at the field or whatever.” “I said, ‘I’m going for like 15, 260, three touchdowns.’ I said, ‘I need to run this route, this route, and I need you to get me on a release.’” “I had the whole game plan. I knew what was going to go on. If y’all was going to play man-to-man on Coop, we going to kill you and let Coop. If you going to double up on him and put the safety over and you’re going to put Mike Hilton or somebody else man-to-man, I’m going to eat you up today. I’m going to kill you today because I’m on that.” “McVay had me ready and prepared.”

Odell Beckham Jr. says Sean McVay had him so prepared for the Super Bowl that he knew exactly how Cincinnati would defend him “Coach McVay, my favorite coach that I’ve had all my life was my high school coach, and it’s because he taught me how to be a man. He was firm on me, but he also prepped me for football.” “There’s nothing like being prepared to play a game instead of going into it kind of wishing for, hoping for, whatever.” “McVay was that person. I called TA, Gold Feet, I said, ‘Hey bro, you got to come out here.’ Boom. He flies to LA. We training at the field or whatever.” “I said, ‘I’m going for like 15, 260, three touchdowns.’ I said, ‘I need to run this route, this route, and I need you to get me on a release.’” “I had the whole game plan. I knew what was going to go on. If y’all was going to play man-to-man on Coop, we going to kill you and let Coop. If you going to double up on him and put the safety over and you’re going to put Mike Hilton or somebody else man-to-man, I’m going to eat you up today. I’m going to kill you today because I’m on that.” “McVay had me ready and prepared.”

Josh Chambers

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This man was criticized for expecting a “thank you” for a good deed. He always saw the same man walking when he drove to work. He assumed the man was walking because he did not have any other means of transportation. He used his own money and bought the man an electric scooter, the man took the scooter and just silently walked away, no thank you or anything else at all. I don’t think that was too much to ask, a thank you goes a long way, otherwise it makes people look ungrateful. Back in college, I had a classmate that I always saw walking home after class. It didn’t matter whether it was raining or snowing, or hot out. Whenever I drove past him he always looked miserable and I could tell he didn’t like to walk all the time. In class I had asked him where he lived, and I found out it was on my way home so I offered to drop him off because it was really cold out and had snowed about a foot. He agreed and we chatted on the way home, nothing serious just pleasant conversation. I dropped him off and went on my way home. For me this was a one time thing, I only offered because how bad it was snowing. After class the next day, he walked with me and when I got to my car he got in. I didn’t agree or offer him a ride that day but he assumed that since I was ok with giving him a ride the day prior that I would be ok with it this day too. I didn’t say anything about it because at this point I didn’t care really. So the next day came and went, once again he walked with me to the car but that day was different. I wouldn’t be going his way because I had to work after class. So before I got to the car I said “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked dumbfounded and said aren’t you taking me home? I said no, I have to get to work. He then asked me how he would get home, and I told him the same way you always have. He then gave me excuses for why I was being a jerk because I was making him walk in the cold. I didn’t argue I just told him I helped him out when I could, but I wasn’t about to go out of my way because he didn’t have a car and besides I didn’t want to be late for work. He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the semester because of it, something tells me I was better off not offering to help in the first place.

This man was criticized for expecting a “thank you” for a good deed. He always saw the same man walking when he drove to work. He assumed the man was walking because he did not have any other means of transportation. He used his own money and bought the man an electric scooter, the man took the scooter and just silently walked away, no thank you or anything else at all. I don’t think that was too much to ask, a thank you goes a long way, otherwise it makes people look ungrateful. Back in college, I had a classmate that I always saw walking home after class. It didn’t matter whether it was raining or snowing, or hot out. Whenever I drove past him he always looked miserable and I could tell he didn’t like to walk all the time. In class I had asked him where he lived, and I found out it was on my way home so I offered to drop him off because it was really cold out and had snowed about a foot. He agreed and we chatted on the way home, nothing serious just pleasant conversation. I dropped him off and went on my way home. For me this was a one time thing, I only offered because how bad it was snowing. After class the next day, he walked with me and when I got to my car he got in. I didn’t agree or offer him a ride that day but he assumed that since I was ok with giving him a ride the day prior that I would be ok with it this day too. I didn’t say anything about it because at this point I didn’t care really. So the next day came and went, once again he walked with me to the car but that day was different. I wouldn’t be going his way because I had to work after class. So before I got to the car I said “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked dumbfounded and said aren’t you taking me home? I said no, I have to get to work. He then asked me how he would get home, and I told him the same way you always have. He then gave me excuses for why I was being a jerk because I was making him walk in the cold. I didn’t argue I just told him I helped him out when I could, but I wasn’t about to go out of my way because he didn’t have a car and besides I didn’t want to be late for work. He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the semester because of it, something tells me I was better off not offering to help in the first place.

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Angela: "If [Devens] doesn't win, he needs to go and I know how to do it. This is what we're gonna do. We already are saying we feel he is closer to the boys. We embellish, we enlighten...we both have to vote for him to go though..." Dee: "We what?" Angela: "We both have to vote for Devens to leave, we have to, together, to do it. We're gonna tell the boys we had to do it because Devens was coming to you and saying 'You're my number 1 Dee, but I'm making them think I'm their number 1, and we have something with them.' We're gonna say he said a lot more than that [...] Make [Drew and Barrett] think we did it for them, because you were all along his number 1." Dee: "So then why would I cut him if he was my number 1 and he's giving me information?" Angela: "Because he's one person, one person opposed to us three." Dee: "That doesn't seem heavy enough for me to cut Devens." (Dee seems fine with the idea of a vote out Devens plan but doesn't want to be one of the votes against him...) #BB28 #BBBitez

Angela: "If [Devens] doesn't win, he needs to go and I know how to do it. This is what we're gonna do. We already are saying we feel he is closer to the boys. We embellish, we enlighten...we both have to vote for him to go though..." Dee: "We what?" Angela: "We both have to vote for Devens to leave, we have to, together, to do it. We're gonna tell the boys we had to do it because Devens was coming to you and saying 'You're my number 1 Dee, but I'm making them think I'm their number 1, and we have something with them.' We're gonna say he said a lot more than that [...] Make [Drew and Barrett] think we did it for them, because you were all along his number 1." Dee: "So then why would I cut him if he was my number 1 and he's giving me information?" Angela: "Because he's one person, one person opposed to us three." Dee: "That doesn't seem heavy enough for me to cut Devens." (Dee seems fine with the idea of a vote out Devens plan but doesn't want to be one of the votes against him...) #BB28 #BBBitez

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An update on now 4 years of terror for a woman & her elderly father. This is in a quite street in Leeds near Roundhay Park.. Hi, you kindly posted for me last January about my neighbour Christian Hall and the harassment he was directing at me and my dad. Unfortunately it has continued and got worse. He has now taken to spitting all over my car. I reported it to the police, told them I have video evidence, and they arranged an appointment to come and view the footage — but they never turned up. This morning my 82-year-old dad (formerly in the Merchant Navy) opened the door to walk up to the shop. Christian Hall, having just spat on my car, came in and called him a “dirty white bastard.” You can hear it on the video I’ll send you. My dad shut the door and went straight back inside. I don’t know if you’re able to highlight this again. My dad hasn’t been able to use his garden all summer because of this man’s behaviour, and now it’s escalating. If this was the other way round, the police & council would have arrested & evicted this poor woman & her dad!

An update on now 4 years of terror for a woman & her elderly father. This is in a quite street in Leeds near Roundhay Park.. Hi, you kindly posted for me last January about my neighbour Christian Hall and the harassment he was directing at me and my dad. Unfortunately it has continued and got worse. He has now taken to spitting all over my car. I reported it to the police, told them I have video evidence, and they arranged an appointment to come and view the footage — but they never turned up. This morning my 82-year-old dad (formerly in the Merchant Navy) opened the door to walk up to the shop. Christian Hall, having just spat on my car, came in and called him a “dirty white bastard.” You can hear it on the video I’ll send you. My dad shut the door and went straight back inside. I don’t know if you’re able to highlight this again. My dad hasn’t been able to use his garden all summer because of this man’s behaviour, and now it’s escalating. If this was the other way round, the police & council would have arrested & evicted this poor woman & her dad!

Donna Louise

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Sup son? Come see me nigga. I’m judge now, bitch. And I forgive you. I’m King. Try to say or do something, and you’ll receive death karma back 10 fold. You’re a fucking pussy. Fuck cancel culture. This is how I step to everyone now. Online and in real life. Please try me so I can cook you. Either way, I forgive you and it will backfire. This is not the way. I can’t wait to see you in person and give you a hug and pat you on the back. I will give all of my fgc frenemies a hug. I will ask them was the pussy that good? I mean nigga, I know my waifus are hot, but back the fuck off. Maybe you should learn why I won the Ricky sweepstakes. Listen to Viscant speak. Listen to that pervert energy and jealousy. You’re all like this with all of my waifus, and I love it. How does a stuttering bum like me get so many lovers? I noticed nobody in the fgc wants to talk about this story anymore. Throat chakra closed, pussy. The current LGBTQ FGc disappoints me, especially SonicFox You all are a disgrace to the lgbtq fgc that I built, and you’re a disgrace to Ricky. Also, I love Dominque, which is why you hurts so much. I knew him since he was 12, I was on his private Twitter. I told him when he was young that I would always support him. I kept that promise. He’s someone that could call me and Hash things out. I dare any of you to step to me and get mad. I’m FGC King, and your daddy. You hold everyone’s secrets. Fucking do better. Ask me for help privately and I will help. These posts are not for clout. Everyone needs to hear the truth

Sup son? Come see me nigga. I’m judge now, bitch. And I forgive you. I’m King. Try to say or do something, and you’ll receive death karma back 10 fold. You’re a fucking pussy. Fuck cancel culture. This is how I step to everyone now. Online and in real life. Please try me so I can cook you. Either way, I forgive you and it will backfire. This is not the way. I can’t wait to see you in person and give you a hug and pat you on the back. I will give all of my fgc frenemies a hug. I will ask them was the pussy that good? I mean nigga, I know my waifus are hot, but back the fuck off. Maybe you should learn why I won the Ricky sweepstakes. Listen to Viscant speak. Listen to that pervert energy and jealousy. You’re all like this with all of my waifus, and I love it. How does a stuttering bum like me get so many lovers? I noticed nobody in the fgc wants to talk about this story anymore. Throat chakra closed, pussy. The current LGBTQ FGc disappoints me, especially SonicFox You all are a disgrace to the lgbtq fgc that I built, and you’re a disgrace to Ricky. Also, I love Dominque, which is why you hurts so much. I knew him since he was 12, I was on his private Twitter. I told him when he was young that I would always support him. I kept that promise. He’s someone that could call me and Hash things out. I dare any of you to step to me and get mad. I’m FGC King, and your daddy. You hold everyone’s secrets. Fucking do better. Ask me for help privately and I will help. These posts are not for clout. Everyone needs to hear the truth

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Today, aside a Christian brother giving me free food, something genuinely beautiful happened to me again, and it left me thinking, if only we were this religiously tolerant, Nigeria would be a far better place. I live in a block of four flats. I am the only Muslim, the other three residents are Christians. Two of which are married, one is a bachelor like me, hustling and figuring life out. One of my closest neighbors is Isaac. We live on the same floor. He is married with two kids, in his late 30s, while I am in my 20s. We talk a lot and we banter endlessly about politics and football despite our age gaps. I am a die-hard Barca fan, he is a Madrid fan. I am Pro-El-Rufai, he was a Peter Obi supporter, who is now tilting towards Tinubu in the next election. So you can imagine, there is always something to argue about between us, and we enjoy it, but what we both agree on is Tinubu didn't treat Mallam fairly (Although he believes Mallam should have handled it better, I always told him it’s because he didn’t know the background that’s why he think so). So, Yesterday we were discussing Christmas plans. During Eid, I hosted a barbecue in my apartment, so we were talking about how Christmas would be done in his place. He told me he would like to invite me over to eat Christmas food with his family. I gladly accepted because I am somebody that loves to party, and every christmas since in the Uni we go out and have. A few moments later, since he mentioned that he bought a ram, I hesitantly explained to him that while I could eat the food, I could not eat the ram (I hesistated because I didn't think he will get me). He paused for a moment and asked why. I explained to him that in Islam, certain prayers must be recited before an animal is slaughtered for the meat to be permissible. Eating meat from an animal slaughtered without those prayers is not allowed in Islam. He then asked out of curiosity, why I would eat the chicken but not the ram. I explained that the chicken is carton chicken with a halal tag, and I even showed him what the tag looks like. He was surprised. He said he had always seen the halal label but never knew what it meant. We both laughed about it. From his reaction, I could tell that the explanation about prayers before slaughtering an animal did not really make sense to him, but what mattered was that he respected my beliefs and did not try to push or argue. We simply changed the topic and moved on. Early in the morning today before, Isaac called me and asked me to come downstairs. When I did, he asked me to slaughter the ram and perform the prayers so that I could comfortably join them for the evening barbecue, since his religion doesn't have limitations over that. I was honestly shocked and deeply impressed. In that moment, I thought to myself, if only more people were this respectful and tolerant of other people’s faith, Nigeria would be a much better place. (It was later in the day that I saw Bashir Ahmad, OON’s post of Albani, that you can actually eat the meat even if it wasn’t slaughtered by a Muslim) The point I am trying to make here is, an average Nigerian Christian would have taken offense the moment I said I could not eat his meat, all he will hear is AVERSION, without respect for my faith and beliefs but not Isaac, he chose to respect my faith, and choices without taking offense. Surprisingly, Isaac is from Plateau State. He was born and raised in Delta, lived briefly in the UK, and then returned to Nigeria. I am writing after dancing “Oble.....Obleee.....Obleeeee” in my compoud with my christian neighbors. Nigeria will be a good place to live if we learn to tolerate one another and genuinely respect our differences.

Today, aside a Christian brother giving me free food, something genuinely beautiful happened to me again, and it left me thinking, if only we were this religiously tolerant, Nigeria would be a far better place. I live in a block of four flats. I am the only Muslim, the other three residents are Christians. Two of which are married, one is a bachelor like me, hustling and figuring life out. One of my closest neighbors is Isaac. We live on the same floor. He is married with two kids, in his late 30s, while I am in my 20s. We talk a lot and we banter endlessly about politics and football despite our age gaps. I am a die-hard Barca fan, he is a Madrid fan. I am Pro-El-Rufai, he was a Peter Obi supporter, who is now tilting towards Tinubu in the next election. So you can imagine, there is always something to argue about between us, and we enjoy it, but what we both agree on is Tinubu didn't treat Mallam fairly (Although he believes Mallam should have handled it better, I always told him it’s because he didn’t know the background that’s why he think so). So, Yesterday we were discussing Christmas plans. During Eid, I hosted a barbecue in my apartment, so we were talking about how Christmas would be done in his place. He told me he would like to invite me over to eat Christmas food with his family. I gladly accepted because I am somebody that loves to party, and every christmas since in the Uni we go out and have. A few moments later, since he mentioned that he bought a ram, I hesitantly explained to him that while I could eat the food, I could not eat the ram (I hesistated because I didn't think he will get me). He paused for a moment and asked why. I explained to him that in Islam, certain prayers must be recited before an animal is slaughtered for the meat to be permissible. Eating meat from an animal slaughtered without those prayers is not allowed in Islam. He then asked out of curiosity, why I would eat the chicken but not the ram. I explained that the chicken is carton chicken with a halal tag, and I even showed him what the tag looks like. He was surprised. He said he had always seen the halal label but never knew what it meant. We both laughed about it. From his reaction, I could tell that the explanation about prayers before slaughtering an animal did not really make sense to him, but what mattered was that he respected my beliefs and did not try to push or argue. We simply changed the topic and moved on. Early in the morning today before, Isaac called me and asked me to come downstairs. When I did, he asked me to slaughter the ram and perform the prayers so that I could comfortably join them for the evening barbecue, since his religion doesn't have limitations over that. I was honestly shocked and deeply impressed. In that moment, I thought to myself, if only more people were this respectful and tolerant of other people’s faith, Nigeria would be a much better place. (It was later in the day that I saw Bashir Ahmad, OON’s post of Albani, that you can actually eat the meat even if it wasn’t slaughtered by a Muslim) The point I am trying to make here is, an average Nigerian Christian would have taken offense the moment I said I could not eat his meat, all he will hear is AVERSION, without respect for my faith and beliefs but not Isaac, he chose to respect my faith, and choices without taking offense. Surprisingly, Isaac is from Plateau State. He was born and raised in Delta, lived briefly in the UK, and then returned to Nigeria. I am writing after dancing “Oble.....Obleee.....Obleeeee” in my compoud with my christian neighbors. Nigeria will be a good place to live if we learn to tolerate one another and genuinely respect our differences.

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#WATCH | Ahmedabad, Gujarat | Dr Prateek Joshi, a radiologist working in London, his wife, Dr Komi Joshi, a pathologist working in Rajasthan, and their three children, a 9-year-old girl and 4-year-old twin boys, were among 241 passengers who lost their lives in yesterday's #AirIndiaPlaneCrash. Dr Prateek Joshi's father, Dr JP Joshi, says, "He had come to India to take his family with him. He had been working in London for four years. He often came back to visit his children and wife... He never used to take a direct flight. But he said he would this time, so it would be easier for the children... His wife had resigned from her job in Udaipur so that they could live together. She packed all their belongings and got the children's transfer certificate, all by herself... My grandchildren, the twin boys, would have turned five on 15 August. They were born on 15 August and now both of them are free. We went to drop them off at the airport... He even told me that Papa, you also get prepared to come live with me in London. I told him that first, you settle down, then I will come. I was also looking into shutting down my clinic so my wife and I could move to London to stay with our son... That picture going viral on social media is from inside the plane... My grandchildren were so happy to be moving to London. My grandsons slept with me the whole night. We had purchased their school bags. They slept all night with their school bags, saying they would now study in London... No one from the airlines has contacted us..."

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ANI

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Ed Orgeron reveals he told Joe Burrow in a restaurant parking lot on his recruiting visit that LSU would fire him if he didn’t get him to commit, and says he told him if he did come he would win a National Championship “Joe comes on a visit. Now Joe was going to Cincinnati. Joe’s girlfriend was going to Cincinnati. Joe’s daddy coached about an hour away from there. So Joe comes on a visit with his mom and daddy. Great people.” “The first thing he tells me, ‘Coach, I don’t want to talk to you.’ He goes, ‘Coach, I know you’re a great recruiter. All I want to do is talk football and eat crawfish.’ Next day, we had a football meeting. There’s about 12 of us there.” “It took me five minutes to figure out, remember what Jimmy Johnson taught me? Smart quarterback. Joe was the smartest guy in the room, including me, including all the coaches. So anyway, in any good sales, there’s always a crack in the door. But you got to sense that crack. You got to seize it. If the crack’s not there, wait.” “I went up to him and I said, ‘Joe, I want to talk to you.’ He went, ‘Yes, sir.’ I knew it. So I took him outside. This might have been the most important talk I ever had in all my life. I said, ‘Joe, if you tell anybody about this conversation, it never happened.’” “‘Joe, I don’t get you, they’re going to fire me. I get you, we’re going to win the national championship. That’s how important you are to me.’ They’re going to fire me if you don't come here but if you do, we're going to win it all.”

Ed Orgeron reveals he told Joe Burrow in a restaurant parking lot on his recruiting visit that LSU would fire him if he didn’t get him to commit, and says he told him if he did come he would win a National Championship “Joe comes on a visit. Now Joe was going to Cincinnati. Joe’s girlfriend was going to Cincinnati. Joe’s daddy coached about an hour away from there. So Joe comes on a visit with his mom and daddy. Great people.” “The first thing he tells me, ‘Coach, I don’t want to talk to you.’ He goes, ‘Coach, I know you’re a great recruiter. All I want to do is talk football and eat crawfish.’ Next day, we had a football meeting. There’s about 12 of us there.” “It took me five minutes to figure out, remember what Jimmy Johnson taught me? Smart quarterback. Joe was the smartest guy in the room, including me, including all the coaches. So anyway, in any good sales, there’s always a crack in the door. But you got to sense that crack. You got to seize it. If the crack’s not there, wait.” “I went up to him and I said, ‘Joe, I want to talk to you.’ He went, ‘Yes, sir.’ I knew it. So I took him outside. This might have been the most important talk I ever had in all my life. I said, ‘Joe, if you tell anybody about this conversation, it never happened.’” “‘Joe, I don’t get you, they’re going to fire me. I get you, we’re going to win the national championship. That’s how important you are to me.’ They’re going to fire me if you don't come here but if you do, we're going to win it all.”

Josh Chambers

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She packed out today and left him. 💔💔 Igbo women are one of the most wicked, terrible, and money-hungry women ever made by God, and this is a situation very close to home. 💔 This man brought his wife from the village when they were both young, and he sold his business and wares just to open a big pepper soup joint for both of them to maintain. Then this woman started sidelining him. His business was functioning, but it wasn’t doing as well as before, according to the story my mom told me. He made sure his wife had everything, and she grew up on him. He left some boys to watch over his business so he could help his wife’s business grow. Those boys sabotaged his business and stole all the money, so he had to close it down and fully focus on the business he built for his wife. The wife started complaining and told him not to come to the shop again because his presence drove customers away from her shop. She started showing him different shades of wickedness because he no longer brought money home and no longer had a business. She was the one paying the bills in the house for a while, and today she packed out of the house when she knew the rent would expire soon and the man had no means of surviving. 💔💔 This woman looked this man dead in the eyes this morning and said, “What have you done for me? Am I not the one who has been taking care of the bills and feeding you all these years?” It was the neighbors who started shouting and reminding her that, “This is the same man who brought you from the village when you looked like a tadpole, and he changed your life so much.” I just pray and hope he doesn’t commit su!c!de or po!son himself.

She packed out today and left him. 💔💔 Igbo women are one of the most wicked, terrible, and money-hungry women ever made by God, and this is a situation very close to home. 💔 This man brought his wife from the village when they were both young, and he sold his business and wares just to open a big pepper soup joint for both of them to maintain. Then this woman started sidelining him. His business was functioning, but it wasn’t doing as well as before, according to the story my mom told me. He made sure his wife had everything, and she grew up on him. He left some boys to watch over his business so he could help his wife’s business grow. Those boys sabotaged his business and stole all the money, so he had to close it down and fully focus on the business he built for his wife. The wife started complaining and told him not to come to the shop again because his presence drove customers away from her shop. She started showing him different shades of wickedness because he no longer brought money home and no longer had a business. She was the one paying the bills in the house for a while, and today she packed out of the house when she knew the rent would expire soon and the man had no means of surviving. 💔💔 This woman looked this man dead in the eyes this morning and said, “What have you done for me? Am I not the one who has been taking care of the bills and feeding you all these years?” It was the neighbors who started shouting and reminding her that, “This is the same man who brought you from the village when you looked like a tadpole, and he changed your life so much.” I just pray and hope he doesn’t commit su!c!de or po!son himself.

Idanssssssss😝😝

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Jon Bernthal says a night in jail made him realize he had to completely change his life. Jon Bernthal: “I was walking my dogs, and I see there’s a house party. These assholes are at this party, and there’s an old couple playing the didgeridoo. I see this one guy and I just fucking lock on to him. He was the ringleader. He goes up to this old woman who’s playing the didgeridoo next to her husband, and he puts the didgeridoo on his dick so it looks like she’s blowing his ***** there’s something about that that just fucking pissed me off. Then he locked on to my dog. He called Boss over, and when I called Boss back, he held onto him. There’s just something about my dogs and my family and my friends. I just can’t take that shit, man. I grabbed Boss from him and started walking away. His buddy pushed me in the back, and I turned around and hit him. He got knocked out standing up and crashed his head on the pavement. His buddies jumped me, the police came, and it became this huge mess. They ended up taking me away because the guy wasn’t waking up. And I’m sitting there handcuffed to this bench, and I remember being locked up when I was a kid. I had to piss so fucking bad, and I couldn’t even move. I had to ask somebody for permission to go to the bathroom. And the cops are in my ear saying, ‘If he doesn’t wake up, you’re done.’ And I knew right there on that bench, I said to myself, ‘Look, man, this is gonna go one or two ways. If he doesn’t wake up, I’m going down, and I’m going through that room that way. I’m done with family. I’m done with friends. And I’m gonna be the devil.’” Jon Bernthal: “And it was a scary feeling because I wasn’t scared. It was peaceful. I was ready to be that guy. But I said, ‘Lord, if you can just wake this guy up. If you can just change this, I am done, man. I’m done with the bullshit. I’m done with the drinking. I’m done with the messing around. I’m gonna commit to my lady. I’m gonna commit to my work. I’m gonna be about making a family. I’m gonna trim all the fat off my life. If you just give me the shot.’” Jon Bernthal: “Sure enough, this guy ended up waking up. And right after that, I had an audition for The Walking Dead. July 3rd, 2010, one year later, I was on set for The Walking Dead. I got married right after the first year of The Walking Dead, and that’s really when my life changed in every single way. I started working different. Started behaving different.”

Jon Bernthal says a night in jail made him realize he had to completely change his life. Jon Bernthal: “I was walking my dogs, and I see there’s a house party. These assholes are at this party, and there’s an old couple playing the didgeridoo. I see this one guy and I just fucking lock on to him. He was the ringleader. He goes up to this old woman who’s playing the didgeridoo next to her husband, and he puts the didgeridoo on his dick so it looks like she’s blowing his ***** there’s something about that that just fucking pissed me off. Then he locked on to my dog. He called Boss over, and when I called Boss back, he held onto him. There’s just something about my dogs and my family and my friends. I just can’t take that shit, man. I grabbed Boss from him and started walking away. His buddy pushed me in the back, and I turned around and hit him. He got knocked out standing up and crashed his head on the pavement. His buddies jumped me, the police came, and it became this huge mess. They ended up taking me away because the guy wasn’t waking up. And I’m sitting there handcuffed to this bench, and I remember being locked up when I was a kid. I had to piss so fucking bad, and I couldn’t even move. I had to ask somebody for permission to go to the bathroom. And the cops are in my ear saying, ‘If he doesn’t wake up, you’re done.’ And I knew right there on that bench, I said to myself, ‘Look, man, this is gonna go one or two ways. If he doesn’t wake up, I’m going down, and I’m going through that room that way. I’m done with family. I’m done with friends. And I’m gonna be the devil.’” Jon Bernthal: “And it was a scary feeling because I wasn’t scared. It was peaceful. I was ready to be that guy. But I said, ‘Lord, if you can just wake this guy up. If you can just change this, I am done, man. I’m done with the bullshit. I’m done with the drinking. I’m done with the messing around. I’m gonna commit to my lady. I’m gonna commit to my work. I’m gonna be about making a family. I’m gonna trim all the fat off my life. If you just give me the shot.’” Jon Bernthal: “Sure enough, this guy ended up waking up. And right after that, I had an audition for The Walking Dead. July 3rd, 2010, one year later, I was on set for The Walking Dead. I got married right after the first year of The Walking Dead, and that’s really when my life changed in every single way. I started working different. Started behaving different.”

vintae

131,185 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Tales of Wudan - The Mysterious Old Man In the year 644, as a young student of the Wudan style, it was my job to sweep the training area each morning. ‍ I started this job at 3:45am - and, with vigor, would finish with a few minutes to spare before the 6am training. ‍ There was an old man with no hands and no feet - the only man, to whom Master Po would bow - who would sit atop a tree trunk and watch me complete this task. ‍ Every morning, he appeared and watched in admiration. It was a full 219 years, before I mustered the courage to speak with him. “Why do you watch me sweep?” I asked, puzzled. ‍ “Ah, young Cobra, what better unison of the hands and the feet than sweeping a floor? If you were in my position, you would savour the task!” he replied. ‍ I looked at the stumps where his hands and feet once were, then looked up at him. He knew what I wanted to ask... But I was afraid to appear disrespectful. ‍ Truly, it was none of my business. Curiosity got the better of me. “What happened to you?” I said, looking towards the ground. ‍ I was sure he was contemplating reprimanding me. I was pleased, when he began to speak. ‍ “Wudan was not always such a peaceful place,” he began. “Warring tribes fought for this mountains power and strange creatures lurked in every corner. Before myself and a few brave others, including Master Po, banished them from the mountain.” ‍ I placed my broom on the floor, sat down and continued to listen. ‍ “While fighting bandits near the Yushu river, a water snake grabbed my right foot and began to pull me under. Fearing for my life, and unable to see the snake through the bloodied water, I removed my right foot with one slice of my sword. The only alternative was to drown.” ‍ Still looking down, I raised my eyes to take a glimpse at his right stump. “What about your left foot?” I asked. ‍ He placed his right leg under his robe and exposed his left before continuing his story. ‍ “The next day, I was limping and slowing the group down. I asked to be left to die, but Po demanded that I fight. Soon, a daughter of a previously slain bandit had spotted us and fired an arrow from a ridge which landed squarely in my left foot. Fearing gangrene, I removed my left foot with one slice of my sword.” ‍ “What happened to your hands?” I asked quickly. ‍ “My left hand was snared by a Golden Dragon in that now empty cave you children enjoy, to avoid being pulled into darkness and killed. I removed my left hand with one slice of my sword...” ‍ He paused. “My right hand was caught in a bear trap the same afternoon, fearing death, I removed it with my teeth.” ‍ I looked at his right hands stump. It was ragged. Not a clean cut like the others. It still looked painful. He looked relieved when the story was over, it pained him to relive the events. ‍ He took a sigh of relief and moved his gaze from me back over to the floor I was sweeping. I however was confused. ‍ “How did you find the strength, to remove limb after limb in such gruesome fashion? I don’t think I could do that.” ‍ He smiled. “Well then you would be dead. And you would never tell your story to anybody, would you? I didn’t find the strength to die.” ‍ I bowed and returned to sweeping. The conversation made me minutes late for training. Master Po beat me severely. ‍ The next morning when I rose to sweep, the man was not there. I never saw him again. ‍ Such is the way of Wudan.

Tales of Wudan - The Mysterious Old Man In the year 644, as a young student of the Wudan style, it was my job to sweep the training area each morning. ‍ I started this job at 3:45am - and, with vigor, would finish with a few minutes to spare before the 6am training. ‍ There was an old man with no hands and no feet - the only man, to whom Master Po would bow - who would sit atop a tree trunk and watch me complete this task. ‍ Every morning, he appeared and watched in admiration. It was a full 219 years, before I mustered the courage to speak with him. “Why do you watch me sweep?” I asked, puzzled. ‍ “Ah, young Cobra, what better unison of the hands and the feet than sweeping a floor? If you were in my position, you would savour the task!” he replied. ‍ I looked at the stumps where his hands and feet once were, then looked up at him. He knew what I wanted to ask... But I was afraid to appear disrespectful. ‍ Truly, it was none of my business. Curiosity got the better of me. “What happened to you?” I said, looking towards the ground. ‍ I was sure he was contemplating reprimanding me. I was pleased, when he began to speak. ‍ “Wudan was not always such a peaceful place,” he began. “Warring tribes fought for this mountains power and strange creatures lurked in every corner. Before myself and a few brave others, including Master Po, banished them from the mountain.” ‍ I placed my broom on the floor, sat down and continued to listen. ‍ “While fighting bandits near the Yushu river, a water snake grabbed my right foot and began to pull me under. Fearing for my life, and unable to see the snake through the bloodied water, I removed my right foot with one slice of my sword. The only alternative was to drown.” ‍ Still looking down, I raised my eyes to take a glimpse at his right stump. “What about your left foot?” I asked. ‍ He placed his right leg under his robe and exposed his left before continuing his story. ‍ “The next day, I was limping and slowing the group down. I asked to be left to die, but Po demanded that I fight. Soon, a daughter of a previously slain bandit had spotted us and fired an arrow from a ridge which landed squarely in my left foot. Fearing gangrene, I removed my left foot with one slice of my sword.” ‍ “What happened to your hands?” I asked quickly. ‍ “My left hand was snared by a Golden Dragon in that now empty cave you children enjoy, to avoid being pulled into darkness and killed. I removed my left hand with one slice of my sword...” ‍ He paused. “My right hand was caught in a bear trap the same afternoon, fearing death, I removed it with my teeth.” ‍ I looked at his right hands stump. It was ragged. Not a clean cut like the others. It still looked painful. He looked relieved when the story was over, it pained him to relive the events. ‍ He took a sigh of relief and moved his gaze from me back over to the floor I was sweeping. I however was confused. ‍ “How did you find the strength, to remove limb after limb in such gruesome fashion? I don’t think I could do that.” ‍ He smiled. “Well then you would be dead. And you would never tell your story to anybody, would you? I didn’t find the strength to die.” ‍ I bowed and returned to sweeping. The conversation made me minutes late for training. Master Po beat me severely. ‍ The next morning when I rose to sweep, the man was not there. I never saw him again. ‍ Such is the way of Wudan.

Tales of Wudan

19,298 просмотров • 2 лет назад

AJ Dybantsa vs Abilene Christian (These teams with the portal be full of grown men, so each match up for these freshmen are crazy).. 35 PTS (9-12 FG, 0-2 3PT, 17-20 FTs) 6 REBS 4 AST 2 STLS 1 BLK Let me say this.. I don’t compare his overall game to RJ Barrett but the situation.. RJ was referred to as HIM before and during duke.. I was asking is this the same situation as that.. but I clearly its not.. I was always really big on AJ until fiba U19 over the summer.. he pissed me off.. now that my emotions are out the way… I can see clearly how good he is.. my bad yall.. What team with high draft odds would best suit him?

AJ Dybantsa vs Abilene Christian (These teams with the portal be full of grown men, so each match up for these freshmen are crazy).. 35 PTS (9-12 FG, 0-2 3PT, 17-20 FTs) 6 REBS 4 AST 2 STLS 1 BLK Let me say this.. I don’t compare his overall game to RJ Barrett but the situation.. RJ was referred to as HIM before and during duke.. I was asking is this the same situation as that.. but I clearly its not.. I was always really big on AJ until fiba U19 over the summer.. he pissed me off.. now that my emotions are out the way… I can see clearly how good he is.. my bad yall.. What team with high draft odds would best suit him?

Frankie Vision

837,411 просмотров • 9 месяцев назад

This is the true story of what happened between me and the Manipulative HanJ0b activist Called Martins Vincent Otse Aka VeryDarkMan the C0ward who is Cosplaying as a fearless Messiah but ones he switches off his Phones camera he runs into the closet to Swall0w another Guy’s s£m£n after giving them Hanj0bs. VDM came out to lie to the world that he never knew me from anywhere and I just ran into his whatsapp to beg him for us to do fake online clout beef and that I even Paid him N2M for this, Well this never happened, in reality those messages where posted out of context, me and this Uzz lez boy have been chatting since September 6th 2023 on IG DM’s and I have had 2 of his Whatsapp numbers in the space of these interactions. What really happened was after I Did my face reveal this clown felt threatened tried to advised me to remain Anonymous and asked me to come out and lie that I was not the owner of my blog according to Mr Integrity me coming out to “Lie” would give my blog more “Voltage”, I refused to take his Uzz lez advise and since then he marked me as his enemy. Then he later called me out on his IG story for stealing his idea all because I used my own personal money to renovate a school he said it made him look bad that he opened an NGO to solicit funds to renovate schools but I used my own personal money to do it. the money I donated to his NGO was donated on the 13th of October 2024 and the day we had the conversation about the post was on the 29th of August 2024 this boy manipulated the conversation to make it feel like the money and our prior convo happened on the same Day I have posted receipts of this and it’s all over the net. Well to all Twitter influencers who posted the lies this uzz lez boy said about me and you have refused to post my own truth even after I have posted lots of Receipt and Evidence Well I have no words for you, God will reward you accordingly. This uzz lez boy called VDM learnt Manipulation from his Mother, Like Mother Like Son, Family of Manipulation. remember how his Mother Manipulated him to come out and lie that Guaranty Trust stole money from her account, even though deep in her heart she knew that she and her Friends where the ones who took that loan, But just like her uzz lez son called VDM she will never admit when she is caught in a lie, sources are alleging that VDM quietly Paid off that Loan his mother took out of shame, Hanj0b Activist You owe me and GTbank an apology for trying to put dirt on my name and for making GTB lose millions of Naira from your Rodents fan base redrawing the N5k, N5k they had in their accounts. VDM’s tactics is simple cover one lie with another lie, so he now Switched his story from “GTBank stole my mothers money” to “GTBank connived with EFCC to arrest me”

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This is the true story of what happened between me and the Manipulative HanJ0b activist Called Martins Vincent Otse Aka VeryDarkMan the C0ward who is Cosplaying as a fearless Messiah but ones he switches off his Phones camera he runs into the closet to Swall0w another Guy’s s£m£n after giving them Hanj0bs. VDM came out to lie to the world that he never knew me from anywhere and I just ran into his whatsapp to beg him for us to do fake online clout beef and that I even Paid him N2M for this, Well this never happened, in reality those messages where posted out of context, me and this Uzz lez boy have been chatting since September 6th 2023 on IG DM’s and I have had 2 of his Whatsapp numbers in the space of these interactions. What really happened was after I Did my face reveal this clown felt threatened tried to advised me to remain Anonymous and asked me to come out and lie that I was not the owner of my blog according to Mr Integrity me coming out to “Lie” would give my blog more “Voltage”, I refused to take his Uzz lez advise and since then he marked me as his enemy. Then he later called me out on his IG story for stealing his idea all because I used my own personal money to renovate a school he said it made him look bad that he opened an NGO to solicit funds to renovate schools but I used my own personal money to do it. the money I donated to his NGO was donated on the 13th of October 2024 and the day we had the conversation about the post was on the 29th of August 2024 this boy manipulated the conversation to make it feel like the money and our prior convo happened on the same Day I have posted receipts of this and it’s all over the net. Well to all Twitter influencers who posted the lies this uzz lez boy said about me and you have refused to post my own truth even after I have posted lots of Receipt and Evidence Well I have no words for you, God will reward you accordingly. This uzz lez boy called VDM learnt Manipulation from his Mother, Like Mother Like Son, Family of Manipulation. remember how his Mother Manipulated him to come out and lie that Guaranty Trust stole money from her account, even though deep in her heart she knew that she and her Friends where the ones who took that loan, But just like her uzz lez son called VDM she will never admit when she is caught in a lie, sources are alleging that VDM quietly Paid off that Loan his mother took out of shame, Hanj0b Activist You owe me and GTbank an apology for trying to put dirt on my name and for making GTB lose millions of Naira from your Rodents fan base redrawing the N5k, N5k they had in their accounts. VDM’s tactics is simple cover one lie with another lie, so he now Switched his story from “GTBank stole my mothers money” to “GTBank connived with EFCC to arrest me”

Oba, Young OG Pino

245,800 просмотров • 1 год назад

Hubby’s reactions to the concert, because apparently he had THOUGHTS. 😂 1. The music 🎶 (Talking to my daughter) “I really enjoyed it! I was able to enjoy it even more because there were songs I recognized because you and Mommy have played them so much.” This man was dancing his heart out to Dynamite, Mic Drop and Fya/Fire! 🔥 😂 2. Watching us experience it 💜 “I loved watching through both your eyes.” 🥹 Okay, Daddy. You got me with that one. 3. His assessment of Tae 👀 Me: “Okay, but what did you think of Tae?” Hubby: “He really is that good-looking, isn’t he? He’s also leaned out so much post-military. And is it just me, or does he look even younger???” Me: “Not just you, baby… he is aging in reverse!” 😂 Hubby: “I also like that move where he controls the dancers (the batter-move)! That was cool!😎 4. The T-shirt 😂 He wore his shirt that said “I love my wife and my wife loves V” and apparently it was quite the conversation starter. He said a lot of people, especially women, complimented him on it. 😂 Honestly, I think he secretly enjoyed being the resident V husband for the evening. 🤣💜 BORAHAE TAEHYUNG BORAHAE HUBBY

Hubby’s reactions to the concert, because apparently he had THOUGHTS. 😂 1. The music 🎶 (Talking to my daughter) “I really enjoyed it! I was able to enjoy it even more because there were songs I recognized because you and Mommy have played them so much.” This man was dancing his heart out to Dynamite, Mic Drop and Fya/Fire! 🔥 😂 2. Watching us experience it 💜 “I loved watching through both your eyes.” 🥹 Okay, Daddy. You got me with that one. 3. His assessment of Tae 👀 Me: “Okay, but what did you think of Tae?” Hubby: “He really is that good-looking, isn’t he? He’s also leaned out so much post-military. And is it just me, or does he look even younger???” Me: “Not just you, baby… he is aging in reverse!” 😂 Hubby: “I also like that move where he controls the dancers (the batter-move)! That was cool!😎 4. The T-shirt 😂 He wore his shirt that said “I love my wife and my wife loves V” and apparently it was quite the conversation starter. He said a lot of people, especially women, complimented him on it. 😂 Honestly, I think he secretly enjoyed being the resident V husband for the evening. 🤣💜 BORAHAE TAEHYUNG BORAHAE HUBBY

Deepa💜Small but definite happiness💜REST

16,382 просмотров • 22 дней назад

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother so much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would never do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

409,172 просмотров • 3 месяцев назад

Sting dropped some real wisdom in his CBS Sunday Morning interview: He’s got the houses, the money, the rockstar life — but he’s telling his kids straight: none of it’s coming to you. “I think the worst thing you can do to a kid is say you don’t have to work,” he said. He sees it as a form of abuse. All his kids have that extraordinary work ethic, and he wants them to keep it. “I’m paying for your education, you’ve got shoes on your feet — now go to work.” Not cruel. Kind. A deep trust that they’ll make their own way. And when asked if they ever tell him to slow down and enjoy his wealth? “Not to my face,” he laughed. In a world obsessed with shortcuts, trust funds, and “passive income,” Sting reminds us that real confidence and character come from earning your keep. Handing everything over can quietly rob the next generation of the very fire that made you successful. I’ve seen this play out in my own life — watching how grinding through challenges built something no money could buy. The discipline and pride that comes from real work hits different. What about you — do you think parents should leave big inheritances to their kids, or is Sting right that making them earn it is the greater act of love?

Sting dropped some real wisdom in his CBS Sunday Morning interview: He’s got the houses, the money, the rockstar life — but he’s telling his kids straight: none of it’s coming to you. “I think the worst thing you can do to a kid is say you don’t have to work,” he said. He sees it as a form of abuse. All his kids have that extraordinary work ethic, and he wants them to keep it. “I’m paying for your education, you’ve got shoes on your feet — now go to work.” Not cruel. Kind. A deep trust that they’ll make their own way. And when asked if they ever tell him to slow down and enjoy his wealth? “Not to my face,” he laughed. In a world obsessed with shortcuts, trust funds, and “passive income,” Sting reminds us that real confidence and character come from earning your keep. Handing everything over can quietly rob the next generation of the very fire that made you successful. I’ve seen this play out in my own life — watching how grinding through challenges built something no money could buy. The discipline and pride that comes from real work hits different. What about you — do you think parents should leave big inheritances to their kids, or is Sting right that making them earn it is the greater act of love?

Camus

306,685 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

On this day 5 years ago my mucus plug came off just after 19:30hrs and my waters broke whilst I was alone with my 4yr old. My son Tendi had a very important event at his Kindergarten the next day and going to the hospital would have meant that he would have missed out on his official graduation portrait. We went to bed around 9pm and at 1am the contractions began. I was counting how far apart they were whilst comforting my oldest child whose reign as an only child was about to come to an end. At 4am the pain became unbearable, I couldn’t call 000 because i had spent 6yrs of my life driving my son to childcare, taught him how to read and write and the Graduation Potrait meant a lot to me. At this stage no one in my family knew I was in active labour. For some reason I felt an adrenaline rush, I started doing the washing, cleaned the house, packed my son’s overnight bag and got him ready for his big day. I drove my son to Kindy in excruciating pain and stopped along the way so I could take deep breaths . When I got to admissions they didn’t waste time. I had dilated 8cm and they were worried about me and the baby because I had taken long to check in at the hospital. I informed my family that I was in active labour when I was 9cm dilated , I also informed Setfree Nherera Mafukidze 🇿🇼 and uncle Farai. Tino’s head was too big and his heart rate started dropping, his head had been stuck in my cervix for a long time. They started preparing me for an urgent c-section. The Head Surgeon said he couldn’t wait he had to save the baby even though I was against a c-section, the 2nd surgeon suggested an episiotomy and they quickly cut me up and got him out safely. When he came out he didn’t cry for 7 minutes, everyone in the delivery room started praying including the student nurses. The Zim community lady wechikuru who had come to offer me support in the delivery room started calling out the Shumba Murambwi ancestors chanting out Sabhuku Temba P. Mliswa ‘s dad’s name to show up for his grandson and Tino eventually cried. I thought I had lost him for a second but the doctors and midwives at Mater Mothers Hospital worked overtime to make sure Tino came home with me together with his ancestors and I’m forever indebted to them🙏🏿. When the surgeon finished suturing me up he said you are one lucky lady, we could have lost the baby. I responded by saying Tinotenda and that’s how I came up with his name, Tinotenda Cripper Mliswa. When my family arrived we had been transferred to the ward. His 5th birthday is tomorrow but the celebrations began today, this whole week we will be celebrating all things Tinotenda Mliswa 🥰 starting with his official birthday party amongst many other surprises in store for him. If you are a man please appreciate the mother of your children, going to labor is no joke. Women go through so much just to bear children. BaTino Sabhuku Temba P. Mliswa thank you for Tino ❤️🫶🏾.

On this day 5 years ago my mucus plug came off just after 19:30hrs and my waters broke whilst I was alone with my 4yr old. My son Tendi had a very important event at his Kindergarten the next day and going to the hospital would have meant that he would have missed out on his official graduation portrait. We went to bed around 9pm and at 1am the contractions began. I was counting how far apart they were whilst comforting my oldest child whose reign as an only child was about to come to an end. At 4am the pain became unbearable, I couldn’t call 000 because i had spent 6yrs of my life driving my son to childcare, taught him how to read and write and the Graduation Potrait meant a lot to me. At this stage no one in my family knew I was in active labour. For some reason I felt an adrenaline rush, I started doing the washing, cleaned the house, packed my son’s overnight bag and got him ready for his big day. I drove my son to Kindy in excruciating pain and stopped along the way so I could take deep breaths . When I got to admissions they didn’t waste time. I had dilated 8cm and they were worried about me and the baby because I had taken long to check in at the hospital. I informed my family that I was in active labour when I was 9cm dilated , I also informed Setfree Nherera Mafukidze 🇿🇼 and uncle Farai. Tino’s head was too big and his heart rate started dropping, his head had been stuck in my cervix for a long time. They started preparing me for an urgent c-section. The Head Surgeon said he couldn’t wait he had to save the baby even though I was against a c-section, the 2nd surgeon suggested an episiotomy and they quickly cut me up and got him out safely. When he came out he didn’t cry for 7 minutes, everyone in the delivery room started praying including the student nurses. The Zim community lady wechikuru who had come to offer me support in the delivery room started calling out the Shumba Murambwi ancestors chanting out Sabhuku Temba P. Mliswa ‘s dad’s name to show up for his grandson and Tino eventually cried. I thought I had lost him for a second but the doctors and midwives at Mater Mothers Hospital worked overtime to make sure Tino came home with me together with his ancestors and I’m forever indebted to them🙏🏿. When the surgeon finished suturing me up he said you are one lucky lady, we could have lost the baby. I responded by saying Tinotenda and that’s how I came up with his name, Tinotenda Cripper Mliswa. When my family arrived we had been transferred to the ward. His 5th birthday is tomorrow but the celebrations began today, this whole week we will be celebrating all things Tinotenda Mliswa 🥰 starting with his official birthday party amongst many other surprises in store for him. If you are a man please appreciate the mother of your children, going to labor is no joke. Women go through so much just to bear children. BaTino Sabhuku Temba P. Mliswa thank you for Tino ❤️🫶🏾.

Susan Mutami

39,779 просмотров • 2 месяцев назад

Alright. I’m honestly relieved that this is finally coming out, so we can finally put an end to the fairytale conspiracies about March 4, courtesy of Joe Flipperhead and the ratchet harem. Since Aidan and his Dollar-Tree-sidekick Chelsea want to drag March 4th into the public arena, let’s do it properly– with facts, not the fairy tale he’s been feeding everyone. The rumors flying around are completely untrue, and I’ve wanted to defend myself for weeks, but Aidan has spent the last month threatening me, telling people that if the truth ever came out he’d “turn me into the next Lindsey,” that everyone would believe him because he has a platform, and even declaring he’d tell his followers to contact my work. Well, here we are. Since he chose to drag this into the public and sic his ratchet brigade on me, I’m finally telling the actual story. That night wasn’t some dramatic “Meredith tried to send me to jail” moment. It was a drunk, disgusting fight between two adults—the kind Aidan has on rotation with every woman he dates. Both of us were very intoxicated, but he was blackout drunk, verbally abusive, and filming me against my will. I told him to stop. He didn’t. I’d found out about him sexting another girl and had bottled up emotions for months, which is what started the argument. I asked him to leave after he said horrible things to me, including calling me fat and useless, that people only like me because I’m “Turtleboy’s girlfriend”. I asked him to leave and he began recording me, pointing a phone in my face while I repeatedly told him to stop. He lost his own key, and because he couldn’t remember anything, he made up a story that I “stole it.” Imagine spreading this fantasy when I have him on video of me asking him to return MY KEYS? I was uncomfortable, overwhelmed, and didn’t want a drunken fight being filmed. He took our feud out into the common area of my building, disturbing other tenants. So yes, I said “you hit me,” specifically because I believed he wouldn’t share the video if I said that. I said it so he would STOP RECORDING ME, and he has a full video that I clearly say, “I’m only saying that so you’ll stop recording me.” I never reported anything to the police, never intended to, never would. He knows this. We discussed this fact many times the next day and several occasions in the last few months. That context has been deliberately cut out to push a fake narrative, but don’t worry, I’ll be posting the full videos that I took of that night. When he’s threatened me with releasing this very video, he admitted it would be edited out and no one would believe me over him. Meanwhile, the victim cosplay he’s doing now? Pathetic. He claims he was “stuck” in my house. Reality: I asked him to leave over and over. This narrative that he was somehow stuck there held hostage is simply not true. Reality: I have video of him refusing to get out of my bed, not “sleeping on the couch.” Reality: I have video of him screaming at me like a lunatic. Reality: He lost his key because he was hammered, then somehow turned that into me “stealing it.” Reality: He was causing a huge scene in my apartment throwing a literal temper tantrum on the floor. With other tenants in the building, I was genuinely concerned someone would call the police. He also lies that I tried to keep him from court the next day. Reality? I gave him my car so he could get to court. I sat in the passenger seat half-dead from a hangover while chauffeuring Captain Accountability to his court date. I sat next to him during court, then eventually throwing up in a bag on the way home. Then he used that same car to drive to his house for his spare key, and back again. I supported him through the entire aftermath, like I did every time. But now he’s trying to pretend he was some endangered baby deer and I was plotting to Lindsay him? Get real. This narrative that I was somehow trying to get him arrested? An absolutely disgusting lie considering the trauma that situation caused him. Not to mention the countless hours I spent during our 1.5 year relationship assisting with his legal defense to keep him OUT of jail. He knows it’s not true. He knows exactly what happened. Do you really think if his narrative were true, he’d stay with me for months to come and not file his own police report? But he also knows he thrives off playing victim, and he knows he has people willing to believe anything he says without question. Over the last month, behind the scenes with recording gate, he’s been telling me and others that if I ever spoke up, he’d ruin me. That he’d twist the story because he has the bigger platform. That he’d make sure people contacted my job. He has leaked private texts, sent people after me, and used Chelsea, a woman he cheated on me with, to push his manufactured victim narrative. But here’s the truth: Aidan is not the victim of March 5th. He was drunk, verbally abusive, refusing to leave, and escalating a situation he then turned around and weaponized. And like every situation he touches, every feud, every fallout, every “enemy,” every messy disaster, he plays the same role: the powerless victim of consequences he created. At some point, people need to recognize the common denominator. I stayed silent because I didn’t want this ugliness public. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I didn’t want to rehash something painful, private, and humiliating for both of us. But since he chose to send CamelToe Joe and his ratchet harem to post private fights, twist reality, and smear me, I’m done being quiet. Aidan is incapable of having a private relationship and ending. And Chelsea…hun. I know your brain cells are limited, but your "insurance" explanation makes no sense. When did he send you this video? Months after it happened? Why would you need insurance at that point? You’re being used like a scratch-off ticket from Cumberland Farms. He feeds you a cropped video and suddenly you’re Nancy Drew with a nicotine patch? Please. You weren’t even in the picture until after he was done cheating with you. These videos paint a wildly different picture of the fake victim narrative CamelToe Joe has been pushing, huh? I’ll be posting more soon, about the recording, about every single lie he has chosen to spread through his minions the last two months. I guess I was crazy to think Aidan would ever be okay with someone walking away and moving on peacefully. Since Aidan wanted the truth out, he's about to get it. PS- Speaking of men being fake scared of women– Funny how some people with very chaotic personal histories suddenly decide they’re the moral authority on my life, enough so to peddle lies on their large platforms. If I had these kinds of pasts, I'd probably sit this one out, and maybe stop throwing stones from your glass basements and (mom’s) houses.

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Alright. I’m honestly relieved that this is finally coming out, so we can finally put an end to the fairytale conspiracies about March 4, courtesy of Joe Flipperhead and the ratchet harem. Since Aidan and his Dollar-Tree-sidekick Chelsea want to drag March 4th into the public arena, let’s do it properly– with facts, not the fairy tale he’s been feeding everyone. The rumors flying around are completely untrue, and I’ve wanted to defend myself for weeks, but Aidan has spent the last month threatening me, telling people that if the truth ever came out he’d “turn me into the next Lindsey,” that everyone would believe him because he has a platform, and even declaring he’d tell his followers to contact my work. Well, here we are. Since he chose to drag this into the public and sic his ratchet brigade on me, I’m finally telling the actual story. That night wasn’t some dramatic “Meredith tried to send me to jail” moment. It was a drunk, disgusting fight between two adults—the kind Aidan has on rotation with every woman he dates. Both of us were very intoxicated, but he was blackout drunk, verbally abusive, and filming me against my will. I told him to stop. He didn’t. I’d found out about him sexting another girl and had bottled up emotions for months, which is what started the argument. I asked him to leave after he said horrible things to me, including calling me fat and useless, that people only like me because I’m “Turtleboy’s girlfriend”. I asked him to leave and he began recording me, pointing a phone in my face while I repeatedly told him to stop. He lost his own key, and because he couldn’t remember anything, he made up a story that I “stole it.” Imagine spreading this fantasy when I have him on video of me asking him to return MY KEYS? I was uncomfortable, overwhelmed, and didn’t want a drunken fight being filmed. He took our feud out into the common area of my building, disturbing other tenants. So yes, I said “you hit me,” specifically because I believed he wouldn’t share the video if I said that. I said it so he would STOP RECORDING ME, and he has a full video that I clearly say, “I’m only saying that so you’ll stop recording me.” I never reported anything to the police, never intended to, never would. He knows this. We discussed this fact many times the next day and several occasions in the last few months. That context has been deliberately cut out to push a fake narrative, but don’t worry, I’ll be posting the full videos that I took of that night. When he’s threatened me with releasing this very video, he admitted it would be edited out and no one would believe me over him. Meanwhile, the victim cosplay he’s doing now? Pathetic. He claims he was “stuck” in my house. Reality: I asked him to leave over and over. This narrative that he was somehow stuck there held hostage is simply not true. Reality: I have video of him refusing to get out of my bed, not “sleeping on the couch.” Reality: I have video of him screaming at me like a lunatic. Reality: He lost his key because he was hammered, then somehow turned that into me “stealing it.” Reality: He was causing a huge scene in my apartment throwing a literal temper tantrum on the floor. With other tenants in the building, I was genuinely concerned someone would call the police. He also lies that I tried to keep him from court the next day. Reality? I gave him my car so he could get to court. I sat in the passenger seat half-dead from a hangover while chauffeuring Captain Accountability to his court date. I sat next to him during court, then eventually throwing up in a bag on the way home. Then he used that same car to drive to his house for his spare key, and back again. I supported him through the entire aftermath, like I did every time. But now he’s trying to pretend he was some endangered baby deer and I was plotting to Lindsay him? Get real. This narrative that I was somehow trying to get him arrested? An absolutely disgusting lie considering the trauma that situation caused him. Not to mention the countless hours I spent during our 1.5 year relationship assisting with his legal defense to keep him OUT of jail. He knows it’s not true. He knows exactly what happened. Do you really think if his narrative were true, he’d stay with me for months to come and not file his own police report? But he also knows he thrives off playing victim, and he knows he has people willing to believe anything he says without question. Over the last month, behind the scenes with recording gate, he’s been telling me and others that if I ever spoke up, he’d ruin me. That he’d twist the story because he has the bigger platform. That he’d make sure people contacted my job. He has leaked private texts, sent people after me, and used Chelsea, a woman he cheated on me with, to push his manufactured victim narrative. But here’s the truth: Aidan is not the victim of March 5th. He was drunk, verbally abusive, refusing to leave, and escalating a situation he then turned around and weaponized. And like every situation he touches, every feud, every fallout, every “enemy,” every messy disaster, he plays the same role: the powerless victim of consequences he created. At some point, people need to recognize the common denominator. I stayed silent because I didn’t want this ugliness public. I didn’t want to embarrass him. I didn’t want to rehash something painful, private, and humiliating for both of us. But since he chose to send CamelToe Joe and his ratchet harem to post private fights, twist reality, and smear me, I’m done being quiet. Aidan is incapable of having a private relationship and ending. And Chelsea…hun. I know your brain cells are limited, but your "insurance" explanation makes no sense. When did he send you this video? Months after it happened? Why would you need insurance at that point? You’re being used like a scratch-off ticket from Cumberland Farms. He feeds you a cropped video and suddenly you’re Nancy Drew with a nicotine patch? Please. You weren’t even in the picture until after he was done cheating with you. These videos paint a wildly different picture of the fake victim narrative CamelToe Joe has been pushing, huh? I’ll be posting more soon, about the recording, about every single lie he has chosen to spread through his minions the last two months. I guess I was crazy to think Aidan would ever be okay with someone walking away and moving on peacefully. Since Aidan wanted the truth out, he's about to get it. PS- Speaking of men being fake scared of women– Funny how some people with very chaotic personal histories suddenly decide they’re the moral authority on my life, enough so to peddle lies on their large platforms. If I had these kinds of pasts, I'd probably sit this one out, and maybe stop throwing stones from your glass basements and (mom’s) houses.

The old M can’t come to the phone right now

122,740 просмотров • 10 месяцев назад