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"December 26th, 2024, Safe Haven Shelter, Denver, Colorado, 3:00 PM. Staff Sergeant David Martinez, 40, was in an exam room discussing adoption with shelter director Sarah. His dog, Duke, had lived with him in Helmand Province, Afghanistan, from 2009 to 2010. Duke was in an adjacent room for a...

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In fifteen years of nursing I've watched countless patients say goodbye to the people they love — but I'd never seen a goodbye like the one in that dim hospital room at 2 a.m., when a dying old man reached a trembling hand down to the dog they'd smuggled in for him, rested it on that grey head, and whispered four words I'll never forget: "Don't leave me, boy." His name was Frank, eighty-four, and he'd come to us in his final decline with almost no one. A widower. His kids scattered across the country, one on a plane that wouldn't land in time. He wasn't afraid, the way some are. He was just… alone, in that particular way that breaks a nurse's heart no matter how many times you see it. He talked about one thing more than any other. Not his children. Not the past. A dog. An old shepherd mix named Duke he'd had for twelve years, who was staying with a neighbor while Frank was in the hospital. "Is Duke okay?" he'd ask. "Somebody's feeding Duke?" Over and over. That dog was clearly the great love of his quiet later years. On his last night, when it was clear he had hours and not days, I made a call I probably shouldn't have. I phoned that neighbor at midnight. And bless her, she got in her car and brought Duke to the hospital, and we quietly walked that old dog up the back way and into Frank's dim room. Duke went straight to the bed like he'd been looking for it his whole life. He put his front paws up on the mattress and pushed his big grey head against Frank's side, and the old man — who'd barely moved in a day — slowly, slowly lifted one shaking hand and laid it on the dog's head. His eyes were wet. His voice was barely there. But we all heard it. "There you are," he breathed. "Don't leave me, boy. Stay with your old man." Duke let out a low sound and pressed closer, and he did not move from that bed. And what happened in the hours after is something none of us on that floor have ever been able to talk about without our voices giving out.
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In fifteen years of nursing I've watched countless patients say goodbye to the people they love — but I'd never seen a goodbye like the one in that dim hospital room at 2 a.m., when a dying old man reached a trembling hand down to the dog they'd smuggled in for him, rested it on that grey head, and whispered four words I'll never forget: "Don't leave me, boy." His name was Frank, eighty-four, and he'd come to us in his final decline with almost no one. A widower. His kids scattered across the country, one on a plane that wouldn't land in time. He wasn't afraid, the way some are. He was just… alone, in that particular way that breaks a nurse's heart no matter how many times you see it. He talked about one thing more than any other. Not his children. Not the past. A dog. An old shepherd mix named Duke he'd had for twelve years, who was staying with a neighbor while Frank was in the hospital. "Is Duke okay?" he'd ask. "Somebody's feeding Duke?" Over and over. That dog was clearly the great love of his quiet later years. On his last night, when it was clear he had hours and not days, I made a call I probably shouldn't have. I phoned that neighbor at midnight. And bless her, she got in her car and brought Duke to the hospital, and we quietly walked that old dog up the back way and into Frank's dim room. Duke went straight to the bed like he'd been looking for it his whole life. He put his front paws up on the mattress and pushed his big grey head against Frank's side, and the old man — who'd barely moved in a day — slowly, slowly lifted one shaking hand and laid it on the dog's head. His eyes were wet. His voice was barely there. But we all heard it. "There you are," he breathed. "Don't leave me, boy. Stay with your old man." Duke let out a low sound and pressed closer, and he did not move from that bed. And what happened in the hours after is something none of us on that floor have ever been able to talk about without our voices giving out.

Crazy Moments

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This was filmed last Tuesday at Animal Rescue in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The man is Will Navarro. He's 38 years old. Marine Corps veteran. Served two tours. He's been in outpatient treatment for combat-related stress for the past two years. The dog is a four-year-old gray German Shepherd named Atlas. Atlas had been at Cornerstone for fourteen months. The file on his kennel was marked with a red warning label. Multiple volunteers had been unable to work with him. He growled at anyone who approached. Had snapped at a staff member during an early handling attempt. The rescue had quietly concluded that Atlas was unlikely to be placed and had been discussing next steps. Will's therapist, a woman named Dr. Okafor, had suggested animal-assisted interaction as part of his ongoing care. She'd contacted Cornerstone asking if they had any dogs who might benefit from calm, patient company. The rescue coordinator almost said no. Then thought of Atlas. She told Will's therapist exactly what Atlas was. Warned her it might not go anywhere. Dr. Okafor passed the information to Will and left the decision to him. Will showed up on a Tuesday morning. Looked at Atlas through the kennel door. Atlas growled. Will told the coordinator: "That's fine. Can I just sit in the room with him?" Staff brought Atlas into the meet room. Atlas went immediately to the far corner. Low growl. Hard eyes. Will sat down on the floor on the opposite side of the room. Didn't move toward Atlas. Didn't speak to him. Didn't make eye contact. Just sat. Thirty-five minutes passed. Atlas gradually stopped growling. Started watching instead of warning. After about fifty minutes, Atlas took a step forward. Then another. Then crossed the room slowly and stood in front of Will. Then leaned into him. Full body weight. Just leaned. Will put one hand gently on Atlas's back. That was all. The shelter coordinator watching through the window said she had to step away. Will told us afterward: "Atlas isn't dangerous. He's been overwhelmed for a long time and nobody slowed down enough to let him decide when he was ready. I know what that feels like. You're not dangerous. You're just not okay yet." Will applied to adopt Atlas before he left that afternoon. The rescue approved the application the same day. Unanimously. Without discussion. Atlas went home with Will on Thursday. Dr. Okafor said: "I referred Will because I thought the interaction might help him. I didn't expect him to walk out with a dog who's been labeled unadoptable for over a year. Will saw something in Atlas that everyone else had given up on seeing." Sometimes healing recognizes healing. Sometimes patience is the only thing that was ever needed.
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This was filmed last Tuesday at Animal Rescue in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The man is Will Navarro. He's 38 years old. Marine Corps veteran. Served two tours. He's been in outpatient treatment for combat-related stress for the past two years. The dog is a four-year-old gray German Shepherd named Atlas. Atlas had been at Cornerstone for fourteen months. The file on his kennel was marked with a red warning label. Multiple volunteers had been unable to work with him. He growled at anyone who approached. Had snapped at a staff member during an early handling attempt. The rescue had quietly concluded that Atlas was unlikely to be placed and had been discussing next steps. Will's therapist, a woman named Dr. Okafor, had suggested animal-assisted interaction as part of his ongoing care. She'd contacted Cornerstone asking if they had any dogs who might benefit from calm, patient company. The rescue coordinator almost said no. Then thought of Atlas. She told Will's therapist exactly what Atlas was. Warned her it might not go anywhere. Dr. Okafor passed the information to Will and left the decision to him. Will showed up on a Tuesday morning. Looked at Atlas through the kennel door. Atlas growled. Will told the coordinator: "That's fine. Can I just sit in the room with him?" Staff brought Atlas into the meet room. Atlas went immediately to the far corner. Low growl. Hard eyes. Will sat down on the floor on the opposite side of the room. Didn't move toward Atlas. Didn't speak to him. Didn't make eye contact. Just sat. Thirty-five minutes passed. Atlas gradually stopped growling. Started watching instead of warning. After about fifty minutes, Atlas took a step forward. Then another. Then crossed the room slowly and stood in front of Will. Then leaned into him. Full body weight. Just leaned. Will put one hand gently on Atlas's back. That was all. The shelter coordinator watching through the window said she had to step away. Will told us afterward: "Atlas isn't dangerous. He's been overwhelmed for a long time and nobody slowed down enough to let him decide when he was ready. I know what that feels like. You're not dangerous. You're just not okay yet." Will applied to adopt Atlas before he left that afternoon. The rescue approved the application the same day. Unanimously. Without discussion. Atlas went home with Will on Thursday. Dr. Okafor said: "I referred Will because I thought the interaction might help him. I didn't expect him to walk out with a dog who's been labeled unadoptable for over a year. Will saw something in Atlas that everyone else had given up on seeing." Sometimes healing recognizes healing. Sometimes patience is the only thing that was ever needed.

Gabriele Corno

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"Walter always said the Fourth of July was for everyone else. His daughter used to invite him inside before the fireworks started, close the curtains, turn the television up, and pretend she wasn’t watching his hands. Walter hated that part most. He didn’t want pity. He didn’t want people whispering around him. He wanted to sit on his own porch, in his own chair, and act like the noise didn’t still reach places in him he couldn’t explain. He had come home from Vietnam a long time ago, but some nights never seemed as far away as they should have. Most days, Walter was steady. He mowed his lawn, fixed the loose rail by the steps, and waved at every neighbor who passed. Loud sudden sounds were the one thing that could still pull the room out from under him. That night, the first fireworks started before it was fully dark. Walter stayed outside anyway. He sat on the porch steps with his cap low over his face, trying to breathe through each burst like he’d done so many times before. Duke watched him from the walkway. The black shepherd mix had been with Walter for three years. He knew the small things: the way Walter’s shoulders tightened before he said he was fine, the way his fingers curled when the noise got too close, the way silence after a loud boom sometimes scared him more than the boom itself. Another firework cracked over the neighborhood, and Walter covered his face with both hands. Duke came up the steps slowly. He didn’t crowd him. He just walked close enough, waited a second, then rested his head on Walter’s knee. Walter’s hand dropped almost right away. He touched Duke’s ear, then the side of his neck, and his breathing started to slow. The fireworks kept going behind them, lighting the street in red and white, but Walter wasn’t alone with the sound anymore. After a while, he leaned forward and held Duke with both arms. “Good boy,” he whispered. Duke stayed there until the noise moved farther away. What has your dog done when they somehow knew you needed them?
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"Walter always said the Fourth of July was for everyone else. His daughter used to invite him inside before the fireworks started, close the curtains, turn the television up, and pretend she wasn’t watching his hands. Walter hated that part most. He didn’t want pity. He didn’t want people whispering around him. He wanted to sit on his own porch, in his own chair, and act like the noise didn’t still reach places in him he couldn’t explain. He had come home from Vietnam a long time ago, but some nights never seemed as far away as they should have. Most days, Walter was steady. He mowed his lawn, fixed the loose rail by the steps, and waved at every neighbor who passed. Loud sudden sounds were the one thing that could still pull the room out from under him. That night, the first fireworks started before it was fully dark. Walter stayed outside anyway. He sat on the porch steps with his cap low over his face, trying to breathe through each burst like he’d done so many times before. Duke watched him from the walkway. The black shepherd mix had been with Walter for three years. He knew the small things: the way Walter’s shoulders tightened before he said he was fine, the way his fingers curled when the noise got too close, the way silence after a loud boom sometimes scared him more than the boom itself. Another firework cracked over the neighborhood, and Walter covered his face with both hands. Duke came up the steps slowly. He didn’t crowd him. He just walked close enough, waited a second, then rested his head on Walter’s knee. Walter’s hand dropped almost right away. He touched Duke’s ear, then the side of his neck, and his breathing started to slow. The fireworks kept going behind them, lighting the street in red and white, but Walter wasn’t alone with the sound anymore. After a while, he leaned forward and held Duke with both arms. “Good boy,” he whispered. Duke stayed there until the noise moved farther away. What has your dog done when they somehow knew you needed them?

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A 32-year-old IT professional from Pune died by suicide at Lion’s Point after allegedly jumping into a 250-foot deep valley. His car was found parked at the spot on Thursday morning, and he had sent messages and emails to his wife and friends before the incident. The deceased has been identified as Virendra Sinha (32), a resident of Pune, who worked with an IT company in Baner. Based on the information, a search operation was carried out, and his body was located in the valley opposite the parking area. The Shivdurg rescue team made continuous efforts and recovered the body around 4:30 pm before handing it over to the police for further procedure. #PuneNews #LionsPoint #MentalHealthMatters #RescueOperation #Punetimesmirror
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A 32-year-old IT professional from Pune died by suicide at Lion’s Point after allegedly jumping into a 250-foot deep valley. His car was found parked at the spot on Thursday morning, and he had sent messages and emails to his wife and friends before the incident. The deceased has been identified as Virendra Sinha (32), a resident of Pune, who worked with an IT company in Baner. Based on the information, a search operation was carried out, and his body was located in the valley opposite the parking area. The Shivdurg rescue team made continuous efforts and recovered the body around 4:30 pm before handing it over to the police for further procedure. #PuneNews #LionsPoint #MentalHealthMatters #RescueOperation #Punetimesmirror

Pune Mirror

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This was captured on the Markowski family's backyard security camera last Thursday afternoon in Akron, Ohio. The man on the ground is Raymond Markowski. He's 67 years old. Retired factory supervisor. Raymond had been doing light yard work near his garden beds on a warm afternoon when he experienced a serious medical emergency and collapsed. He was alone in the backyard. His wife Carol was at a grocery appointment. His phone was inside on the kitchen counter. The dog is a large black and tan German Shepherd named Bruno. Four years old. Raymond had raised Bruno from a twelve-week-old puppy. Bruno had been Raymond's shadow for four years. Followed him through every room of the house. Joined him for every morning walk. Sat at his feet during every evening on the back porch. The backyard security footage shows Raymond moving along the garden bed at 2:14 PM. Then he goes down. Hard and sudden. He doesn't get up. Bruno is on him within seconds. The dog presses his body against Raymond's side. Nudges his face. Paws at his shoulder. Raymond's hand moves once but he cannot get up. Bruno stands fully. Looks at Raymond for one moment. Then he runs to the fence. The footage shows Bruno at the fence line, jumping repeatedly, body fully extended each time. The neighbor, a man named Gerald Park, age 71, was in his own yard at the time. Bruno's behavior at the fence caught his attention immediately. Gerald came to the fence. Looked over. Bruno turned the moment Gerald appeared and ran directly back toward Raymond's collapsed body. Gerald told us: "The dog looked at me once and then ran back. I followed the direction he ran and that's when I saw Raymond on the ground. I had my phone in my shirt pocket. I called emergency services immediately and climbed the fence." Emergency services arrived within six minutes. Raymond was transported to Summa Health Medical Center. He received treatment for the medical emergency and was stabilized. He spent four days in the hospital. He is home now and continuing his recovery.
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This was captured on the Markowski family's backyard security camera last Thursday afternoon in Akron, Ohio. The man on the ground is Raymond Markowski. He's 67 years old. Retired factory supervisor. Raymond had been doing light yard work near his garden beds on a warm afternoon when he experienced a serious medical emergency and collapsed. He was alone in the backyard. His wife Carol was at a grocery appointment. His phone was inside on the kitchen counter. The dog is a large black and tan German Shepherd named Bruno. Four years old. Raymond had raised Bruno from a twelve-week-old puppy. Bruno had been Raymond's shadow for four years. Followed him through every room of the house. Joined him for every morning walk. Sat at his feet during every evening on the back porch. The backyard security footage shows Raymond moving along the garden bed at 2:14 PM. Then he goes down. Hard and sudden. He doesn't get up. Bruno is on him within seconds. The dog presses his body against Raymond's side. Nudges his face. Paws at his shoulder. Raymond's hand moves once but he cannot get up. Bruno stands fully. Looks at Raymond for one moment. Then he runs to the fence. The footage shows Bruno at the fence line, jumping repeatedly, body fully extended each time. The neighbor, a man named Gerald Park, age 71, was in his own yard at the time. Bruno's behavior at the fence caught his attention immediately. Gerald came to the fence. Looked over. Bruno turned the moment Gerald appeared and ran directly back toward Raymond's collapsed body. Gerald told us: "The dog looked at me once and then ran back. I followed the direction he ran and that's when I saw Raymond on the ground. I had my phone in my shirt pocket. I called emergency services immediately and climbed the fence." Emergency services arrived within six minutes. Raymond was transported to Summa Health Medical Center. He received treatment for the medical emergency and was stabilized. He spent four days in the hospital. He is home now and continuing his recovery.

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💕 It's one of those courtroom moments that melted hearts everywhere. In 2019, a 5-year-old boy named Michael Clark Jr. from Michigan invited his entire kindergarten class to his adoption hearing. Instead of making it a quiet legal proceeding, he wanted the people who mattered most — his friends — to be there when it became official. And they showed up. Dozens of tiny chairs filled the courtroom. His classmates held handmade paper hearts. When the judge finalized the adoption, the room erupted in cheers. The judge even told him, "This is one of the happiest days we've ever had in this courtroom." Michael had spent time in foster care before finding his forever family. On that day, he didn't just gain parents — he gained witnesses to his joy. It wasn't just an adoption. It was a celebration of belonging 💕
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💕 It's one of those courtroom moments that melted hearts everywhere. In 2019, a 5-year-old boy named Michael Clark Jr. from Michigan invited his entire kindergarten class to his adoption hearing. Instead of making it a quiet legal proceeding, he wanted the people who mattered most — his friends — to be there when it became official. And they showed up. Dozens of tiny chairs filled the courtroom. His classmates held handmade paper hearts. When the judge finalized the adoption, the room erupted in cheers. The judge even told him, "This is one of the happiest days we've ever had in this courtroom." Michael had spent time in foster care before finding his forever family. On that day, he didn't just gain parents — he gained witnesses to his joy. It wasn't just an adoption. It was a celebration of belonging 💕

G-PA

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"A little boy on a filthy mattress had already learned to fear footsteps in the dark. By the time Deputy Mason Cole reached the back room, the child was clutching a dirty stuffed animal so tightly it looked like the toy was the only thing keeping him together. Neighbors had called after hearing a child crying inside a house that was supposed to be empty. The property had been in foreclosure for months, the power was cut, and the windows were boarded over. When Mason forced the door open, the smell hit him first. Trash covered the floor, and somewhere deeper in the house a thin, broken whimper kept rising through the silence. That sound led him down a narrow hallway to a cluttered bedroom in the back. Sitting on a stained mattress surrounded by snack wrappers was a 3 year old boy named Eli, his face streaked with dirt, his hair matted, and his whole body curled around that stuffed animal like it was a shield. One look at him told Mason this wasn't a child who had been left alone for an hour. Fear had sunk too deeply into him, and hunger had already pulled the strength out of his face. Later, the truth came together piece by piece. Eli’s mother was a severe addict who had broken into the empty house to squat, then walked out 3 days earlier to drink and get high and never came back. Mason didn't stay in the doorway and manage the room from a distance. He stepped across the mess on the floor, climbed onto the dirty mattress, and lowered himself beside the trembling boy so he wouldn't feel another adult towering over him. “Hey. Hey. You’re okay.” Eli flinched at first and pulled the stuffed animal tighter against his chest. Tears filled his eyes when he looked up, and the words that came out were barely louder than a whisper. “I was scared.” Mason’s voice dropped even softer. “I know that. You’re safe now.” No answer came right away. Every muscle in the boy’s body stayed tight for another second, like he was waiting to find out whether those words were true. Mason wrapped an arm around him carefully and stayed still. “Believe me,” he said. “I’m not leaving.” Something shifted in that moment. Eli stopped curling away and leaned into the deputy’s chest instead, the fear finally breaking loose in a hard, shaking sob. A partner standing nearby caught the quiet scene for a second before they carried the boy out of the dark house and into the warm patrol car. Mason kept talking to him the whole time. “We’re going to get you warm. Get you something to eat. It’s okay.” A long breath caught in the boy’s throat before he cried again, smaller this time. Mason held him close and gave him the one thing that had been missing from that house for days. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” By the time they reached the car, Eli wasn't clutching the stuffed animal quite as hard. His head was resting against Mason’s uniform, and for the first time since anyone had found him, he looked like a child who believed help had really come. Today, Eli is in a safe foster home where he has clean clothes, regular meals, and a bed that doesn’t smell like garbage and rot. Mason still checks on him, making sure the little boy who was found crying in the dark knows somebody did come back for him after all.
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"A little boy on a filthy mattress had already learned to fear footsteps in the dark. By the time Deputy Mason Cole reached the back room, the child was clutching a dirty stuffed animal so tightly it looked like the toy was the only thing keeping him together. Neighbors had called after hearing a child crying inside a house that was supposed to be empty. The property had been in foreclosure for months, the power was cut, and the windows were boarded over. When Mason forced the door open, the smell hit him first. Trash covered the floor, and somewhere deeper in the house a thin, broken whimper kept rising through the silence. That sound led him down a narrow hallway to a cluttered bedroom in the back. Sitting on a stained mattress surrounded by snack wrappers was a 3 year old boy named Eli, his face streaked with dirt, his hair matted, and his whole body curled around that stuffed animal like it was a shield. One look at him told Mason this wasn't a child who had been left alone for an hour. Fear had sunk too deeply into him, and hunger had already pulled the strength out of his face. Later, the truth came together piece by piece. Eli’s mother was a severe addict who had broken into the empty house to squat, then walked out 3 days earlier to drink and get high and never came back. Mason didn't stay in the doorway and manage the room from a distance. He stepped across the mess on the floor, climbed onto the dirty mattress, and lowered himself beside the trembling boy so he wouldn't feel another adult towering over him. “Hey. Hey. You’re okay.” Eli flinched at first and pulled the stuffed animal tighter against his chest. Tears filled his eyes when he looked up, and the words that came out were barely louder than a whisper. “I was scared.” Mason’s voice dropped even softer. “I know that. You’re safe now.” No answer came right away. Every muscle in the boy’s body stayed tight for another second, like he was waiting to find out whether those words were true. Mason wrapped an arm around him carefully and stayed still. “Believe me,” he said. “I’m not leaving.” Something shifted in that moment. Eli stopped curling away and leaned into the deputy’s chest instead, the fear finally breaking loose in a hard, shaking sob. A partner standing nearby caught the quiet scene for a second before they carried the boy out of the dark house and into the warm patrol car. Mason kept talking to him the whole time. “We’re going to get you warm. Get you something to eat. It’s okay.” A long breath caught in the boy’s throat before he cried again, smaller this time. Mason held him close and gave him the one thing that had been missing from that house for days. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” By the time they reached the car, Eli wasn't clutching the stuffed animal quite as hard. His head was resting against Mason’s uniform, and for the first time since anyone had found him, he looked like a child who believed help had really come. Today, Eli is in a safe foster home where he has clean clothes, regular meals, and a bed that doesn’t smell like garbage and rot. Mason still checks on him, making sure the little boy who was found crying in the dark knows somebody did come back for him after all.

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The richest man in the world had a habit nobody knew about. He jumped over things in his office. Started with a garbage can. Worked his way up. Thirty one years ago, Bill Gates sat down for a television interview on CBS. The interviewer pressed him hard on Microsoft's business practices and how the company had overtaken smaller rivals. The exchange grew tense. But at some point during the interview, she asked him something else entirely. "Is it true you can leap over a chair from a standing position?" Gates looked at the chair. Then said: "It depends on the size of the chair." And jumped clean over it. The clip sat largely forgotten for years until the internet found it and couldn't stop sharing it. What nobody knew at the time was that Gates had been jumping over office furniture for years. It started with a waste bin. Then a small chair. Then a regular chair. He just kept raising the bar, quietly, in his office, while running one of the most powerful companies on earth. In 2025 he appeared on a television programme, recreated the jump, and released a music video about it. The original interviewer appeared in the video.
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The richest man in the world had a habit nobody knew about. He jumped over things in his office. Started with a garbage can. Worked his way up. Thirty one years ago, Bill Gates sat down for a television interview on CBS. The interviewer pressed him hard on Microsoft's business practices and how the company had overtaken smaller rivals. The exchange grew tense. But at some point during the interview, she asked him something else entirely. "Is it true you can leap over a chair from a standing position?" Gates looked at the chair. Then said: "It depends on the size of the chair." And jumped clean over it. The clip sat largely forgotten for years until the internet found it and couldn't stop sharing it. What nobody knew at the time was that Gates had been jumping over office furniture for years. It started with a waste bin. Then a small chair. Then a regular chair. He just kept raising the bar, quietly, in his office, while running one of the most powerful companies on earth. In 2025 he appeared on a television programme, recreated the jump, and released a music video about it. The original interviewer appeared in the video.

Dr. Lemma

400,864 просмотров • 5 месяцев назад

"This happened last Monday at Cedar Creek Correctional Facility in Oregon. Tyler Brooks, 29, is serving year five of a seven-year sentence. His eight-year-old Golden Retriever, Moose, had been with him for three years before he went in. His sister took Moose, then moved overseas for work. Moose went to Tyler's parents - until his dad got sick and they couldn't care for him anymore. Moose ended up in a shelter. Prison chaplain Ryan discovered Moose was still there through a volunteer program and arranged this visit through the facility's rehabilitation initiative. Security footage shows Tyler at the metal table, hands shaking, barely breathing. The door opens. Moose stops, stares, doesn't move. Tyler drops to his knees on the concrete: "Moose. It's me." Moose's tail starts wagging - then he runs full sprint, crashing into Tyler. Both go down. Tyler sobs, burying his face in Moose's fur while Moose frantically licks his face, checking every inch of him. "Tyler's been a model inmate for five years," Chaplain Ryan told us. "Finding out his dog was still waiting destroyed him and gave him hope at the same time." "Five years. I thought he'd forgotten me," Tyler said through tears. "But the second he saw me, it was like I never left. He still loves me." The shelter is holding Moose until Tyler's release in eight months. His sister is flying back from overseas to foster Moose until then. Sometimes a dog's loyalty has four legs and never stopped waiting for you to come home.
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"This happened last Monday at Cedar Creek Correctional Facility in Oregon. Tyler Brooks, 29, is serving year five of a seven-year sentence. His eight-year-old Golden Retriever, Moose, had been with him for three years before he went in. His sister took Moose, then moved overseas for work. Moose went to Tyler's parents - until his dad got sick and they couldn't care for him anymore. Moose ended up in a shelter. Prison chaplain Ryan discovered Moose was still there through a volunteer program and arranged this visit through the facility's rehabilitation initiative. Security footage shows Tyler at the metal table, hands shaking, barely breathing. The door opens. Moose stops, stares, doesn't move. Tyler drops to his knees on the concrete: "Moose. It's me." Moose's tail starts wagging - then he runs full sprint, crashing into Tyler. Both go down. Tyler sobs, burying his face in Moose's fur while Moose frantically licks his face, checking every inch of him. "Tyler's been a model inmate for five years," Chaplain Ryan told us. "Finding out his dog was still waiting destroyed him and gave him hope at the same time." "Five years. I thought he'd forgotten me," Tyler said through tears. "But the second he saw me, it was like I never left. He still loves me." The shelter is holding Moose until Tyler's release in eight months. His sister is flying back from overseas to foster Moose until then. Sometimes a dog's loyalty has four legs and never stopped waiting for you to come home.

Crazy Moments

2,716,663 просмотров • 29 дней назад

🚨BREAKING: Newly released body cam footage CONFIRMS Megan Thee Stallion did step on glass — officers at the scene state she cut her foot on a broken liquor bottle exiting the SUV. Liquid seen spilled on the ground. No mention of gunfire injuries. We’ve been told for months that the clip showing Megan stepping on something while exiting the vehicle was from a plastic bottle. That was false. It was glass — confirmed by the police officers on the scene. These body cam videos and others were suppressed, despite showing clear contradictions in Megan’s story. There were multiple instances that should’ve raised reasonable doubt, but the prosecution, Megan, and her team did everything they could to distort the facts. For whatever reason, Tory had to take the fall. They didn’t care about him. His life meant nothing to them. It’s time to let him go. Free Tory Lanez now!
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🚨BREAKING: Newly released body cam footage CONFIRMS Megan Thee Stallion did step on glass — officers at the scene state she cut her foot on a broken liquor bottle exiting the SUV. Liquid seen spilled on the ground. No mention of gunfire injuries. We’ve been told for months that the clip showing Megan stepping on something while exiting the vehicle was from a plastic bottle. That was false. It was glass — confirmed by the police officers on the scene. These body cam videos and others were suppressed, despite showing clear contradictions in Megan’s story. There were multiple instances that should’ve raised reasonable doubt, but the prosecution, Megan, and her team did everything they could to distort the facts. For whatever reason, Tory had to take the fall. They didn’t care about him. His life meant nothing to them. It’s time to let him go. Free Tory Lanez now!

ComeWithFacts

3,988,265 просмотров • 1 год назад

Sent to us from an officer who told us this was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Riverside Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. Made us stop in our tracks and left us in TEARS. Here it is, in it's entirety: "The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He's 41 years old. Fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who served eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint condition ended his working career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The transition from working partner to household companion was seamless. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were just part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had declined steadily. The joint condition spread. He had difficulty getting up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been managing Bruno's comfort with guidance from Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up entirely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the techs take him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She filmed quietly on her phone from the corner of the room. She told us afterward that she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno cradled across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested against Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half-open. His breathing was slow and easy. Paul bowed his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno lay still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he raised both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby preparing, went completely still. Her assistant took a step back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: 'Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and he held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye on his own terms.' Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later, held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: 'Bruno is at rest. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard and he loved hard and he went out the same way. Holding on.' The precinct held a small informal memorial the following morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and hung in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you're very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time." #lawenforcement #K9
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Sent to us from an officer who told us this was filmed last Wednesday afternoon at Riverside Veterinary Clinic in Indianapolis, Indiana. Made us stop in our tracks and left us in TEARS. Here it is, in it's entirety: "The officer is Sergeant Paul Greer. He's 41 years old. Fourteen-year veteran of the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The dog is Bruno. A ten-year-old German Shepherd who served eight years as Paul's K9 partner before a joint condition ended his working career two years ago. When Bruno retired from active duty, Paul adopted him immediately. Brought him home. Bruno spent his retirement on Paul's couch, on Paul's bed, in the passenger seat of Paul's personal truck. The transition from working partner to household companion was seamless. Bruno had always been Paul's dog. The badge and the vest were just part of the job. Over the past several months, Bruno's condition had declined steadily. The joint condition spread. He had difficulty getting up. Stopped eating regularly. Paul had been managing Bruno's comfort with guidance from Dr. Angela Reese at Riverside for months. Last Tuesday evening, Bruno stopped getting up entirely. Paul called Dr. Reese that night. Wednesday afternoon, Paul drove Bruno to Riverside. He carried Bruno in from the truck himself. Wouldn't let the techs take him. Paul's partner, Officer Dana Choi, came with him. She filmed quietly on her phone from the corner of the room. She told us afterward that she asked Paul's permission before she started recording. He nodded. Paul sat on the exam table with Bruno cradled across his lap and chest. Bruno's head rested against Paul's shoulder. His eyes were half-open. His breathing was slow and easy. Paul bowed his head and pressed his face into Bruno's fur. Bruno lay still for a long moment. Then slowly — carefully — he raised both front paws. One at a time. And wrapped them around Paul's shoulders. And held on. Paul made a sound that Dana said she will never forget. Dr. Reese, who was standing nearby preparing, went completely still. Her assistant took a step back. Nobody moved. Dana told us: 'Bruno could barely lift his head that morning. But he lifted his paws and he held Paul. In that moment, with everything he had left, he held him. I think he was saying thank you. I think he was saying goodbye on his own terms.' Paul stayed in that position for a long time. The room stayed quiet. Bruno passed away peacefully a short time later, held in Paul's arms. Paul sent a message to his precinct group chat that evening. It said: 'Bruno is at rest. He was the best partner I ever had. Eight years on the force and two years at home. He worked hard and he loved hard and he went out the same way. Holding on.' The precinct held a small informal memorial the following morning. Bruno's vest and badge number were framed and hung in the K9 unit hallway. Some partners carry you through the hardest years of your life. And in the end, if you're very lucky, they find just enough strength to hold you one last time." #lawenforcement #K9

Blue Lives Matter

429,641 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

Winston had been returned to the shelter three times before the Abbotts came for him. He was an old shar-pei, all wrinkles and gray whiskers, about 11 years old. Every family that took him home brought him back within a month. He was too old, too slow, and too set in his ways for most people. One family even said he was depressing to have around. By the time the Abbotts saw his photo online, the shelter staff had almost given up hope that anyone would choose him. Ray and Carol Abbott were in their late 60s and had just lost their own dog after 14 years together. Friends told them to get a puppy. Something young. Something with plenty of years ahead. Instead, they drove an hour to meet the old shar-pei nobody wanted. Carol says she knew the moment she saw him sitting quietly in the back of his kennel. That first night, Winston couldn't settle. He kept getting up to make sure Ray and Carol were still there. He'd walk to the bedroom, look at them sleeping, lie back down, then twenty minutes later he'd do it all again, as if he was waiting for someone to tell him it was over. Finally, Carol patted the foot of the bed. "Come on up, Winston. You're home now." He stood there for a long moment, almost like he couldn't believe she was talking to him. Then he climbed up slowly, turned around twice, and eased himself down against Ray's legs with a long groan that sounded more like relief than exhaustion. For the first time in months, Winston slept through the entire night. The Abbotts say he isn't going anywhere this time. And after being returned three times, Winston finally seems to believe them. Have you ever seen a dog realize it was finally home?
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Winston had been returned to the shelter three times before the Abbotts came for him. He was an old shar-pei, all wrinkles and gray whiskers, about 11 years old. Every family that took him home brought him back within a month. He was too old, too slow, and too set in his ways for most people. One family even said he was depressing to have around. By the time the Abbotts saw his photo online, the shelter staff had almost given up hope that anyone would choose him. Ray and Carol Abbott were in their late 60s and had just lost their own dog after 14 years together. Friends told them to get a puppy. Something young. Something with plenty of years ahead. Instead, they drove an hour to meet the old shar-pei nobody wanted. Carol says she knew the moment she saw him sitting quietly in the back of his kennel. That first night, Winston couldn't settle. He kept getting up to make sure Ray and Carol were still there. He'd walk to the bedroom, look at them sleeping, lie back down, then twenty minutes later he'd do it all again, as if he was waiting for someone to tell him it was over. Finally, Carol patted the foot of the bed. "Come on up, Winston. You're home now." He stood there for a long moment, almost like he couldn't believe she was talking to him. Then he climbed up slowly, turned around twice, and eased himself down against Ray's legs with a long groan that sounded more like relief than exhaustion. For the first time in months, Winston slept through the entire night. The Abbotts say he isn't going anywhere this time. And after being returned three times, Winston finally seems to believe them. Have you ever seen a dog realize it was finally home?

Gabriele Corno

37,073 просмотров • 22 дней назад

OFFICIAL: KOWAKUJŌ WONDER WEAPON QUEST GUIDE BY evyn (goat) Collect all part for the Maneki Neko: Bell - In the Staging Area hanging off of a wooden beam, In the Traning Area hanging on top of the wallbuy to the right, In the Stables at the entrance of the buried house Karakuri - In the Storage Room near crates (more spawns tbd) Maneki-Neko - In the Kitchen on top of a barrel, In the Gatehouse on top of a barrel (more spawns tbd) At the Tenshu Eaves there is a cat trapped in a hanging cage opposite of Mule Kick. Knock it down using PhD Flopper, either wall jumping with the stuntman augment, or by flopping underneath. Pick up the cage, and take the cat to the Lava Pool in the Flower Garden. Get kills in the Flower Garden until paw prints spawn near the trap/stairs (seen with Death Perception). Get kills while standing on those paw prints until another set spawns. Keep repeating and following the Paw Prints until another an Abomination spawns, along with a cat. Kill the Abomination, and the cat will run away. Progress one round, and the cat will respawn in one of the rooms with the creaky floorboards (Training Area, Kitchens by the Mystery Box, Kitchen by Double Tap). You need to sneak up on the cat and interact with it to grab it. Failing this will scare the cat, causing it to run out of the map, and you will need to progress a round. With the cat picked up, take it to the seed near PAP. Interact with it to start a pulsing attack, and you need to avoid the pulses and melee the seed until the cat turns into the Wonder Weapon. Interact to equip it. It can be PAPed up to 3 times (4 in cursed t3)
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OFFICIAL: KOWAKUJŌ WONDER WEAPON QUEST GUIDE BY evyn (goat) Collect all part for the Maneki Neko: Bell - In the Staging Area hanging off of a wooden beam, In the Traning Area hanging on top of the wallbuy to the right, In the Stables at the entrance of the buried house Karakuri - In the Storage Room near crates (more spawns tbd) Maneki-Neko - In the Kitchen on top of a barrel, In the Gatehouse on top of a barrel (more spawns tbd) At the Tenshu Eaves there is a cat trapped in a hanging cage opposite of Mule Kick. Knock it down using PhD Flopper, either wall jumping with the stuntman augment, or by flopping underneath. Pick up the cage, and take the cat to the Lava Pool in the Flower Garden. Get kills in the Flower Garden until paw prints spawn near the trap/stairs (seen with Death Perception). Get kills while standing on those paw prints until another set spawns. Keep repeating and following the Paw Prints until another an Abomination spawns, along with a cat. Kill the Abomination, and the cat will run away. Progress one round, and the cat will respawn in one of the rooms with the creaky floorboards (Training Area, Kitchens by the Mystery Box, Kitchen by Double Tap). You need to sneak up on the cat and interact with it to grab it. Failing this will scare the cat, causing it to run out of the map, and you will need to progress a round. With the cat picked up, take it to the seed near PAP. Interact with it to start a pulsing attack, and you need to avoid the pulses and melee the seed until the cat turns into the Wonder Weapon. Interact to equip it. It can be PAPed up to 3 times (4 in cursed t3)

COD: Zombies News

201,956 просмотров • 1 месяц назад

"This was filmed last Thursday at Riverside Veterinary Clinic in Colorado Springs, Colorado. The officer is Sergeant Alan Briggs. He's 44 years old. Twelve-year veteran of the Colorado Springs Police Department. The dog is Bruno, a nine-year-old German Shepherd. They were partners for eight years. Bruno joined the force at fourteen months old. Trained in narcotics detection and patrol support. He and Alan were paired in the spring of Alan's sixth year on the force. From that first week, Alan said Bruno worked like he'd been waiting his whole life to do exactly that job. Eight years. Hundreds of calls. Bruno never missed a shift. Earlier this year, Bruno began slowing down significantly. A serious illness had progressed through his system over several months despite treatment. By October, Bruno had stopped eating consistently. Stopped lifting his head fully when Alan came into the room. The veterinary team sat with Alan two weeks ago and walked him through what was coming. Alan requested that Bruno's final day be spent at home first. They drove to their favorite trail in the morning. Bruno walked as far as he could. Alan carried him the rest of the way. At the clinic that afternoon, Alan sat down on the floor rather than placing Bruno on the examination table. He said he didn't want Bruno's last position to be somewhere unfamiliar and cold. He held Bruno in his arms on the floor, back against the wall. The vet, Dr. Melissa Horan, prepared the procedure. She told us she's been practicing for nineteen years. She has learned to give families as long as they need. Alan leaned down and pressed his face against Bruno's head. He spoke to him quietly. Told him he had been the best partner anyone could ask for. Told him he didn't have to hold on anymore. Bruno lifted both front paws. Slowly. The way a person reaches up when they want to be held. He wrapped them around Alan's shoulders and pulled himself closer. Alan held on. Dr. Horan told us she set down what she was holding and waited. She said: "I've been in this room for a lot of final moments. What Bruno did in that moment was one of the most deliberate things I've ever seen an animal do.
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"This was filmed last Thursday at Riverside Veterinary Clinic in Colorado Springs, Colorado. The officer is Sergeant Alan Briggs. He's 44 years old. Twelve-year veteran of the Colorado Springs Police Department. The dog is Bruno, a nine-year-old German Shepherd. They were partners for eight years. Bruno joined the force at fourteen months old. Trained in narcotics detection and patrol support. He and Alan were paired in the spring of Alan's sixth year on the force. From that first week, Alan said Bruno worked like he'd been waiting his whole life to do exactly that job. Eight years. Hundreds of calls. Bruno never missed a shift. Earlier this year, Bruno began slowing down significantly. A serious illness had progressed through his system over several months despite treatment. By October, Bruno had stopped eating consistently. Stopped lifting his head fully when Alan came into the room. The veterinary team sat with Alan two weeks ago and walked him through what was coming. Alan requested that Bruno's final day be spent at home first. They drove to their favorite trail in the morning. Bruno walked as far as he could. Alan carried him the rest of the way. At the clinic that afternoon, Alan sat down on the floor rather than placing Bruno on the examination table. He said he didn't want Bruno's last position to be somewhere unfamiliar and cold. He held Bruno in his arms on the floor, back against the wall. The vet, Dr. Melissa Horan, prepared the procedure. She told us she's been practicing for nineteen years. She has learned to give families as long as they need. Alan leaned down and pressed his face against Bruno's head. He spoke to him quietly. Told him he had been the best partner anyone could ask for. Told him he didn't have to hold on anymore. Bruno lifted both front paws. Slowly. The way a person reaches up when they want to be held. He wrapped them around Alan's shoulders and pulled himself closer. Alan held on. Dr. Horan told us she set down what she was holding and waited. She said: "I've been in this room for a lot of final moments. What Bruno did in that moment was one of the most deliberate things I've ever seen an animal do.

ماعز-

62,579 просмотров • 9 дней назад

#ProjectNewZealand Day 3/4/5: 28km/51km/17km After a long day on the move yesterday, I found myself still on the trail late into the night. Phone dead. Head torch fading. Miles from my team. Nearly 50km deep, I’d bowled through forests, mountains, rivers, whatever New Zealand had thrown my way. But moving through it all at night was a different kettle of fish, and I was starting to think I’d slightly overcooked this one. With just a few emergency bits on me, I navigated off my watch and eventually stumbled across a hut. Inside, to my surprise, was a Canadian lad I’d met a few days before. He lent me a sleeping bag liner, and I wrapped up with my foil blanket like a human baked potato. The kindness of strangers coming through yet again. Not every day goes to plan on these projects, but that’s kind of the point. The best adventures aren’t the ones that run smoothly, they’re the ones that force you to adapt, push through, and trust that the next turn in the trail might just bring exactly what you need. Jumping on some tarmac over the next few days to crush some mileage. Hope you’ve all had a great week out there🫡
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#ProjectNewZealand Day 3/4/5: 28km/51km/17km After a long day on the move yesterday, I found myself still on the trail late into the night. Phone dead. Head torch fading. Miles from my team. Nearly 50km deep, I’d bowled through forests, mountains, rivers, whatever New Zealand had thrown my way. But moving through it all at night was a different kettle of fish, and I was starting to think I’d slightly overcooked this one. With just a few emergency bits on me, I navigated off my watch and eventually stumbled across a hut. Inside, to my surprise, was a Canadian lad I’d met a few days before. He lent me a sleeping bag liner, and I wrapped up with my foil blanket like a human baked potato. The kindness of strangers coming through yet again. Not every day goes to plan on these projects, but that’s kind of the point. The best adventures aren’t the ones that run smoothly, they’re the ones that force you to adapt, push through, and trust that the next turn in the trail might just bring exactly what you need. Jumping on some tarmac over the next few days to crush some mileage. Hope you’ve all had a great week out there🫡

Russ Cook

112,889 просмотров • 1 год назад

🙏🇺🇸🙏 Staff Sergeant Clarence Odell 'Clancy' Lyall - the Cherokee paratrooper of Easy Company, the good-hearted farm boy who jumped alone into Normandy, fought from D-Day to Berchtesgaden, survived Dien Bien Phu by crawling to a river in the dark, and lived every inch of his life on the forward edge. He was born on October 14, 1925, in Orange, Texas, the son of Arthur Edward Lyall, a Scottish sailor who transported oil between the United States and Scotland, and Beulah, a Cherokee Indian from Oklahoma. Arthur had made a trip to the United States specifically to see the indigenous peoples of Oklahoma, and there he met Beulah Mitchell, married her, and she moved with him to Orange, Texas, to build a farm. On June 6, 1944, Clancy Lyall jumped into Normandy, France. He landed in a tree about two miles from Sainte-Mère-Eglise, heavily loaded with equipment, stuck in the branches, unable to get down until his friend Jim Campbell found him and freed him. They were far from their designated drop zone. The night drop had scattered men across miles of the Norman countryside, and Clancy found himself operating under the responsibility of the 82nd Airborne Division, attached to Company B, 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment, fighting the Germans around Sainte-Mère-Eglise for three days before returning to Carentan to rejoin the 506th. He had fought his first battle with another unit. He had not hesitated for a moment. Back in Aldbourne, England, after Normandy, Clancy was officially transferred to Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR in August 1944, joining the company that had already built its legend at Brécourt Manor and Carentan, the company whose men the regiment spoke of with particular respect. He returned to the continent in September 1944 for Operation Market Garden, jumping into the Netherlands with Easy Company in the great Allied airborne gamble to end the war before Christmas. He fought through Holland, through the island between the rivers, through the defensive grinding of Market Garden afterward. And then December 1944. The call came in the middle of the night; the Germans had broken through in the Ardennes, and the 101st Airborne was immediately needed in Bastogne. Clancy Lyall rode in open trucks through the Belgian winter without adequate clothing, without adequate ammunition, without enough food, into a town already surrounded by German armor and infantry. He dug his foxhole in the woods of the Bois Jacques, in ground that was frozen solid, and held the line. He was there through the artillery barrages and the probing attacks and the gray, endless Belgian winter. He was there when Foy was assaulted on January 13, 1945, when Norman Dike faltered, and Ronald Speirs ran alone into the German-occupied town, and Easy Company pushed through regardless. Clancy Lyall was there for all of it 🙏🇺🇸🙏
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🙏🇺🇸🙏 Staff Sergeant Clarence Odell 'Clancy' Lyall - the Cherokee paratrooper of Easy Company, the good-hearted farm boy who jumped alone into Normandy, fought from D-Day to Berchtesgaden, survived Dien Bien Phu by crawling to a river in the dark, and lived every inch of his life on the forward edge. He was born on October 14, 1925, in Orange, Texas, the son of Arthur Edward Lyall, a Scottish sailor who transported oil between the United States and Scotland, and Beulah, a Cherokee Indian from Oklahoma. Arthur had made a trip to the United States specifically to see the indigenous peoples of Oklahoma, and there he met Beulah Mitchell, married her, and she moved with him to Orange, Texas, to build a farm. On June 6, 1944, Clancy Lyall jumped into Normandy, France. He landed in a tree about two miles from Sainte-Mère-Eglise, heavily loaded with equipment, stuck in the branches, unable to get down until his friend Jim Campbell found him and freed him. They were far from their designated drop zone. The night drop had scattered men across miles of the Norman countryside, and Clancy found himself operating under the responsibility of the 82nd Airborne Division, attached to Company B, 508th Parachute Infantry Regiment, fighting the Germans around Sainte-Mère-Eglise for three days before returning to Carentan to rejoin the 506th. He had fought his first battle with another unit. He had not hesitated for a moment. Back in Aldbourne, England, after Normandy, Clancy was officially transferred to Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR in August 1944, joining the company that had already built its legend at Brécourt Manor and Carentan, the company whose men the regiment spoke of with particular respect. He returned to the continent in September 1944 for Operation Market Garden, jumping into the Netherlands with Easy Company in the great Allied airborne gamble to end the war before Christmas. He fought through Holland, through the island between the rivers, through the defensive grinding of Market Garden afterward. And then December 1944. The call came in the middle of the night; the Germans had broken through in the Ardennes, and the 101st Airborne was immediately needed in Bastogne. Clancy Lyall rode in open trucks through the Belgian winter without adequate clothing, without adequate ammunition, without enough food, into a town already surrounded by German armor and infantry. He dug his foxhole in the woods of the Bois Jacques, in ground that was frozen solid, and held the line. He was there through the artillery barrages and the probing attacks and the gray, endless Belgian winter. He was there when Foy was assaulted on January 13, 1945, when Norman Dike faltered, and Ronald Speirs ran alone into the German-occupied town, and Easy Company pushed through regardless. Clancy Lyall was there for all of it 🙏🇺🇸🙏

G-PA

43,749 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад

For three years Sergeant Mara Ellis searched every shelter she could drive to, holding the same worn photo at each front desk — until the afternoon a volunteer in a small county shelter looked at it, went pale, and said, "He's in the back. We didn't think anyone was coming." In Afghanistan, the German Shepherd was called Ranger, and he walked point beside Mara through eighteen months of dust and danger. He found what no machine could find. He slept against her back on the cold nights. When her hands shook, his steady weight was the only thing that held her together. Then the deployment ended. The transport paperwork tangled, a contractor changed, and somewhere in the handoff Ranger vanished into a system that lost him. Mara was told he'd been adopted by another family. She never believed it. She came home to silence and nightmares. The only thing that got her out of bed was the searching - call after call, shelter after shelter, four states and a photo curling at the edges. Now she stood in a concrete hallway as a worker led her to the last kennel on the left. The old shepherd lay with his back to the gate. Grey had crept across his muzzle. He didn't lift his head for footsteps anymore. "Ranger," Mara breathed. His ears snapped up. Slowly, as it afraid to hope, he turned. The gate opened. Mara dropped to her knees on the cold floor. For one trembling second the old dog only stared. For one trembling second the old dog only stared. Then his nose caught the scent he had waited three years to find again — and something broke loose in him. He crossed the floor on stiff legs and crashed into her chest, pushing his head beneath her chin, his whole body shaking. "I never stopped looking," she whispered into his fur. "I told them I'd find you." That night Ranger slept pressed against the foot of her bed, where he belonged, and for the first time in three years, neither of them woke up afraid.
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For three years Sergeant Mara Ellis searched every shelter she could drive to, holding the same worn photo at each front desk — until the afternoon a volunteer in a small county shelter looked at it, went pale, and said, "He's in the back. We didn't think anyone was coming." In Afghanistan, the German Shepherd was called Ranger, and he walked point beside Mara through eighteen months of dust and danger. He found what no machine could find. He slept against her back on the cold nights. When her hands shook, his steady weight was the only thing that held her together. Then the deployment ended. The transport paperwork tangled, a contractor changed, and somewhere in the handoff Ranger vanished into a system that lost him. Mara was told he'd been adopted by another family. She never believed it. She came home to silence and nightmares. The only thing that got her out of bed was the searching - call after call, shelter after shelter, four states and a photo curling at the edges. Now she stood in a concrete hallway as a worker led her to the last kennel on the left. The old shepherd lay with his back to the gate. Grey had crept across his muzzle. He didn't lift his head for footsteps anymore. "Ranger," Mara breathed. His ears snapped up. Slowly, as it afraid to hope, he turned. The gate opened. Mara dropped to her knees on the cold floor. For one trembling second the old dog only stared. For one trembling second the old dog only stared. Then his nose caught the scent he had waited three years to find again — and something broke loose in him. He crossed the floor on stiff legs and crashed into her chest, pushing his head beneath her chin, his whole body shaking. "I never stopped looking," she whispered into his fur. "I told them I'd find you." That night Ranger slept pressed against the foot of her bed, where he belonged, and for the first time in three years, neither of them woke up afraid.

Gabriele Corno

102,271 просмотров • 27 дней назад

WAITING IN THE SKY VINYL LP FOR RSD 2024 “He’d like to come and meet us...” To mark what would have been David Bowie’s 77th birthday, Parlophone Records are proud to announce the release of a very special David Bowie limited vinyl LP, WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) which will be released on 20th April, 2024 for Record Store Day. Keep reading for the full press release. #BowieRSD #RSD2024 #BowieWaitingInTheSky + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) LIMITED 11-TRACK VINYL ALBUM RELEASED EXCLUSIVELY FOR RECORD STORE DAY 20th APRIL, 2024 Parlophone Records are proud to announce the release of a very special David Bowie limited vinyl LP, WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) which will be released on 20th April, 2024 for Record Store Day. The album is taken from the Trident Studios 1/4” stereo tapes dated 15th December, 1971, which were created for the then provisional tracklisting for what would become THE RISE AND FALL OF ZIGGY STARDUST AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS album. The tracklisting for WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) runs differently from the ZIGGY STARDUST album and features four songs that didn’t make the final album. On Side 1, in the place of ‘STARMAN’, one of the last three tracks recorded for the album in February 1972, is ‘ROUND AND ROUND’, a Chuck Berry cover. The track was finally released on a single as the B-side to ‘DRIVE-IN SATURDAY’ on 6th April, 1973. Initially, closing Side 1 of the album was Bowie's version of Jacques Brel’s ‘AMSTERDAM’, which would later appear as the B-side of ‘SORROW’ on 12th October, 1973. Side 2 of the 15th December, 1971 tracklisting features two long-time non-LP fan favourites, ‘HOLY HOLY’ and ‘VELVET GOLDMINE’. The former is a re-recording with The Spiders of David’s 1971 single. Again, this version of the track had to wait several years before surfacing as the B-side of ‘DIAMOND DOGS’ on 14th June, 1974. ‘VELVET GOLDMINE’ is considered by many to be a lost Ziggy era classic, one Bowie often referred to as ‘He’s A Goldmine’ or ‘She’s A Goldmine’ in his notebooks and interviews. The track was recorded during the Ziggy sessions but was not released until 26th September, 1975, alongside ‘CHANGES’ backing the re-released album version of ‘SPACE ODDITY’, which peaked at no. 1 in the U.K. singles chart in November 1975. The cover of WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) features a photo of David taken at an early Ziggy Stardust period session by Brian Ward, and the two sides of the inner bags are the fronts of the two Trident Studios tape boxes. The album’s title comes from the lyrics of ‘STARMAN’, which, along with ‘ROCK ’N’ ROLL SUICIDE’ and ‘SUFFRAGETTE CITY’, had not yet been recorded when this variation of the album was compiled. WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) was cut on a customised late Neumann VMS80 lathe with fully recapped electronics from 192kHz restored masters of the original Trident Studios master tapes, with no additional processing on transfer. The half-speed vinyl cut was by engineer John Webber at AIR Studios, London. DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) Side 1 Five Years Soul Love Moonage Daydream Round And Round Amsterdam Side 2 Hang On To Yourself Ziggy Stardust Velvet Goldmine Holy Holy Star Lady Stardust DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) LIMITED 11-TRACK VINYL ALBUM RELEASED BY PARLOPHONE EXCLUSIVELY FOR RECORD STORE DAY 20th APRIL, 2024
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WAITING IN THE SKY VINYL LP FOR RSD 2024 “He’d like to come and meet us...” To mark what would have been David Bowie’s 77th birthday, Parlophone Records are proud to announce the release of a very special David Bowie limited vinyl LP, WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) which will be released on 20th April, 2024 for Record Store Day. Keep reading for the full press release. #BowieRSD #RSD2024 #BowieWaitingInTheSky + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) LIMITED 11-TRACK VINYL ALBUM RELEASED EXCLUSIVELY FOR RECORD STORE DAY 20th APRIL, 2024 Parlophone Records are proud to announce the release of a very special David Bowie limited vinyl LP, WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) which will be released on 20th April, 2024 for Record Store Day. The album is taken from the Trident Studios 1/4” stereo tapes dated 15th December, 1971, which were created for the then provisional tracklisting for what would become THE RISE AND FALL OF ZIGGY STARDUST AND THE SPIDERS FROM MARS album. The tracklisting for WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) runs differently from the ZIGGY STARDUST album and features four songs that didn’t make the final album. On Side 1, in the place of ‘STARMAN’, one of the last three tracks recorded for the album in February 1972, is ‘ROUND AND ROUND’, a Chuck Berry cover. The track was finally released on a single as the B-side to ‘DRIVE-IN SATURDAY’ on 6th April, 1973. Initially, closing Side 1 of the album was Bowie's version of Jacques Brel’s ‘AMSTERDAM’, which would later appear as the B-side of ‘SORROW’ on 12th October, 1973. Side 2 of the 15th December, 1971 tracklisting features two long-time non-LP fan favourites, ‘HOLY HOLY’ and ‘VELVET GOLDMINE’. The former is a re-recording with The Spiders of David’s 1971 single. Again, this version of the track had to wait several years before surfacing as the B-side of ‘DIAMOND DOGS’ on 14th June, 1974. ‘VELVET GOLDMINE’ is considered by many to be a lost Ziggy era classic, one Bowie often referred to as ‘He’s A Goldmine’ or ‘She’s A Goldmine’ in his notebooks and interviews. The track was recorded during the Ziggy sessions but was not released until 26th September, 1975, alongside ‘CHANGES’ backing the re-released album version of ‘SPACE ODDITY’, which peaked at no. 1 in the U.K. singles chart in November 1975. The cover of WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) features a photo of David taken at an early Ziggy Stardust period session by Brian Ward, and the two sides of the inner bags are the fronts of the two Trident Studios tape boxes. The album’s title comes from the lyrics of ‘STARMAN’, which, along with ‘ROCK ’N’ ROLL SUICIDE’ and ‘SUFFRAGETTE CITY’, had not yet been recorded when this variation of the album was compiled. WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) was cut on a customised late Neumann VMS80 lathe with fully recapped electronics from 192kHz restored masters of the original Trident Studios master tapes, with no additional processing on transfer. The half-speed vinyl cut was by engineer John Webber at AIR Studios, London. DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) Side 1 Five Years Soul Love Moonage Daydream Round And Round Amsterdam Side 2 Hang On To Yourself Ziggy Stardust Velvet Goldmine Holy Holy Star Lady Stardust DAVID BOWIE WAITING IN THE SKY (BEFORE THE STARMAN CAME TO EARTH) LIMITED 11-TRACK VINYL ALBUM RELEASED BY PARLOPHONE EXCLUSIVELY FOR RECORD STORE DAY 20th APRIL, 2024

David Bowie Official

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Mabel had stopped coming to the front of his kennel. For 63 days, the older beagle mix watched families pass from a folded blanket near the back wall, waiting until the hallway emptied before he ate. Whenever someone reached through the gate, he turned his face away. The shelter tried treats, toys, and quiet visits, but nothing convinced him to come closer. Then Owen arrived with a book. He was nine years old and small for his age, with brown hair that never stayed flat. His mother had signed him up for the shelter's Saturday reading hour because he froze whenever he had to read aloud in front of his class. Owen chose Mabel because he was the only dog who didn't bark when the boy sat down. During the first visit, Owen read from the hallway. His voice was so quiet that the volunteer at the desk couldn't understand the words, but one of Mabel's tan ears slowly turned toward him. Owen returned the following Saturday with the same book under his arm. This time, the shelter let him sit inside the small visiting room while Mabel remained against the far wall. Owen opened the book and started again from the first page. By the fourth visit, Mabel ate a treat while Owen read. By the sixth, he had left the blanket and was lying near the water bowl, a little closer to the boy than before. Owen never called him over or tried to touch him. He simply read each page slowly and let Mabel decide how close he wanted to be. The following Saturday, Owen stayed home with a fever. During the usual reading hour, Mabel left his blanket and lay beside the visiting-room door. He remained there until a volunteer switched off the hallway lights. When Owen returned on a rainy Saturday, Mabel stood while the boy was halfway through a chapter. He crossed the room slowly, stopping twice to smell the floor before reaching the blue mat beside Owen's chair. Then Mabel lowered his white muzzle onto the bottom of the book. Owen stopped reading and looked toward his mother. After a moment, he gently placed two fingers behind Mabel's ear and began the sentence again. Mabel stayed beside him until the chapter was finished. Owen's mother returned alone the next morning with a leash and an adoption form covered in her son's careful block letters. That afternoon, Mabel walked through the shelter's front door wearing the same teal collar he had worn for 63 days. At home, Owen continued reading every Saturday. The blue shelter mat was replaced by the end of his bed, and Mabel settled into the same place beside the boy's left knee. The old paperback is still on Owen's shelf. One corner remains bent where Mabel first rested his chin. Has a dog ever learned to trust you simply because you gave him the time to choose?
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Mabel had stopped coming to the front of his kennel. For 63 days, the older beagle mix watched families pass from a folded blanket near the back wall, waiting until the hallway emptied before he ate. Whenever someone reached through the gate, he turned his face away. The shelter tried treats, toys, and quiet visits, but nothing convinced him to come closer. Then Owen arrived with a book. He was nine years old and small for his age, with brown hair that never stayed flat. His mother had signed him up for the shelter's Saturday reading hour because he froze whenever he had to read aloud in front of his class. Owen chose Mabel because he was the only dog who didn't bark when the boy sat down. During the first visit, Owen read from the hallway. His voice was so quiet that the volunteer at the desk couldn't understand the words, but one of Mabel's tan ears slowly turned toward him. Owen returned the following Saturday with the same book under his arm. This time, the shelter let him sit inside the small visiting room while Mabel remained against the far wall. Owen opened the book and started again from the first page. By the fourth visit, Mabel ate a treat while Owen read. By the sixth, he had left the blanket and was lying near the water bowl, a little closer to the boy than before. Owen never called him over or tried to touch him. He simply read each page slowly and let Mabel decide how close he wanted to be. The following Saturday, Owen stayed home with a fever. During the usual reading hour, Mabel left his blanket and lay beside the visiting-room door. He remained there until a volunteer switched off the hallway lights. When Owen returned on a rainy Saturday, Mabel stood while the boy was halfway through a chapter. He crossed the room slowly, stopping twice to smell the floor before reaching the blue mat beside Owen's chair. Then Mabel lowered his white muzzle onto the bottom of the book. Owen stopped reading and looked toward his mother. After a moment, he gently placed two fingers behind Mabel's ear and began the sentence again. Mabel stayed beside him until the chapter was finished. Owen's mother returned alone the next morning with a leash and an adoption form covered in her son's careful block letters. That afternoon, Mabel walked through the shelter's front door wearing the same teal collar he had worn for 63 days. At home, Owen continued reading every Saturday. The blue shelter mat was replaced by the end of his bed, and Mabel settled into the same place beside the boy's left knee. The old paperback is still on Owen's shelf. One corner remains bent where Mabel first rested his chin. Has a dog ever learned to trust you simply because you gave him the time to choose?

Gabriele Corno

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“With God’s help I will stand under my huppa and be able to step on the glass.” Former hostage Eliya Cohen has left the hospital after foot surgery, in a wheelchair pushed by his friend Omri Rozenblit, a soldier who lost his leg in Gaza during the fighting against Hamas following October 7. Eliya was shot in the bomb shelter at Nova and kidnapped by Hamas on October 7. Released after 505 days, he initially refused surgery until all the hostages were freed. Going to the hospital was also deeply triggering for him, as it brought back the trauma he endured in a hospital in Gaza. Now, as he begins to rebuild his life and heal alongside his fiancée Ziv Abud, he has finally chosen to undergo treatment for his injury. In a heartfelt video, he said that standing on his own two feet at his wedding and breaking the glass “will be the greatest victory of all.” Indeed, seeing young brave men who have been through so much continue to live, smile, walk, get married, and support one another is the greatest victory of all. Am Yisrael Chai 🇮🇱
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“With God’s help I will stand under my huppa and be able to step on the glass.” Former hostage Eliya Cohen has left the hospital after foot surgery, in a wheelchair pushed by his friend Omri Rozenblit, a soldier who lost his leg in Gaza during the fighting against Hamas following October 7. Eliya was shot in the bomb shelter at Nova and kidnapped by Hamas on October 7. Released after 505 days, he initially refused surgery until all the hostages were freed. Going to the hospital was also deeply triggering for him, as it brought back the trauma he endured in a hospital in Gaza. Now, as he begins to rebuild his life and heal alongside his fiancée Ziv Abud, he has finally chosen to undergo treatment for his injury. In a heartfelt video, he said that standing on his own two feet at his wedding and breaking the glass “will be the greatest victory of all.” Indeed, seeing young brave men who have been through so much continue to live, smile, walk, get married, and support one another is the greatest victory of all. Am Yisrael Chai 🇮🇱

Hen Mazzig

20,230 просмотров • 4 месяцев назад