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$“Are you still mad at me, Mercan?” he asked, his voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in her chest. Mercan stopped, her eyes flashing. “Yes,” she snapped, her voice tight, though her heart had begun to hammer against her ribs. “I am.” Ateş didn’t recoil. Instead, he moved with a sudden, fluid motion, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him. Mercan gasped, her breath hitching as her chest collided with the hard planes of his. He reached out, his hand sliding beneath the lapel of his coat and with a slow, deliberate movement, he brushed the stray locks of hair away from her shoulder, exposing the pale, sensitive skin of her neck. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from her ear, his warm breath sending a violent shiver down her spine. “Oh... that mad,” he whispered, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The proximity was overwhelming. Mercan felt her balance waver, her head swimming as the scent of his sandalwood cologne filled her senses, intoxicating and familiar. She pressed her palms against his chest to push him away, but her fingers involuntarily curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him instead of repelling him. “Stop,” she breathed, glancing frantically toward the lobby where employees were milling about. “Stop it. There are people near us.” Ateş didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. He let out a low, humming chuckle against her skin. Mercan tilted her head back, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat radiating from him. “Careful, Ateş”,she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. “Don’t snuggle too much... you’ll get burned.” Ateş pulled back just enough to lock his dark, hungry eyes with hers. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Too late,”he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. “I’m already burning in love.” Mercan’s breath hitched. The boldness of it, delivered with such raw intensity, made her stomach flip. She let out a soft, challenging huff, her gaze dropping to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with all this fire?” Ateş leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a ghost of a kiss, a promise of the chaos to come. “You,” he whispered, “are going to love it.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He gripped her hand, his fingers locking with hers in a firm, unyielding hold and led her toward his private cabin. The walk was an exercise in torture, every brush of their shoulders, every accidental touch of their hips, felt like a spark hitting gasoline. The silence between them was no longer cold, it was electric, thick with the unspoken promise of what was about to happen. The moment the heavy oak door swung shut behind them and the lock clicked, the facade of corporate professionalism vanished. Mercan turned to him, her anger returning in a surge. “You think you can just pull me into a hallway and..” He didn’t let her finish. Ateş slammed her back against the closed door, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that wasn’t a request, it was a demand. It was a collision of teeth and tongue, tasting of frustration and long denied hunger. Mercan fought him for a second, her hands slapping against his shoulders, but the fight quickly morphed into a desperate need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her moan lost in his throat. “I’m still angry,” she whispered, though she wrapped her arms around his waist neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. Ateş chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Good. We’ll just have to stay in this cabin until you’re not.”$

“Are you still mad at me, Mercan?” he asked, his voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in her chest. Mercan stopped, her eyes flashing. “Yes,” she snapped, her voice tight, though her heart had begun to hammer against her ribs. “I am.” Ateş didn’t recoil. Instead, he moved with a sudden, fluid motion, grabbing her waist and pulling her flush against him. Mercan gasped, her breath hitching as her chest collided with the hard planes of his. He reached out, his hand sliding beneath the lapel of his coat and with a slow, deliberate movement, he brushed the stray locks of hair away from her shoulder, exposing the pale, sensitive skin of her neck. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from her ear, his warm breath sending a violent shiver down her spine. “Oh... that mad,” he whispered, a dark, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The proximity was overwhelming. Mercan felt her balance waver, her head swimming as the scent of his sandalwood cologne filled her senses, intoxicating and familiar. She pressed her palms against his chest to push him away, but her fingers involuntarily curled into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him instead of repelling him. “Stop,” she breathed, glancing frantically toward the lobby where employees were milling about. “Stop it. There are people near us.” Ateş didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her even closer until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. He let out a low, humming chuckle against her skin. Mercan tilted her head back, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat radiating from him. “Careful, Ateş”,she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desire. “Don’t snuggle too much... you’ll get burned.” Ateş pulled back just enough to lock his dark, hungry eyes with hers. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Too late,”he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly register. “I’m already burning in love.” Mercan’s breath hitched. The boldness of it, delivered with such raw intensity, made her stomach flip. She let out a soft, challenging huff, her gaze dropping to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with all this fire?” Ateş leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a ghost of a kiss, a promise of the chaos to come. “You,” he whispered, “are going to love it.” He didn’t wait for an answer. He gripped her hand, his fingers locking with hers in a firm, unyielding hold and led her toward his private cabin. The walk was an exercise in torture, every brush of their shoulders, every accidental touch of their hips, felt like a spark hitting gasoline. The silence between them was no longer cold, it was electric, thick with the unspoken promise of what was about to happen. The moment the heavy oak door swung shut behind them and the lock clicked, the facade of corporate professionalism vanished. Mercan turned to him, her anger returning in a surge. “You think you can just pull me into a hallway and..” He didn’t let her finish. Ateş slammed her back against the closed door, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that wasn’t a request, it was a demand. It was a collision of teeth and tongue, tasting of frustration and long denied hunger. Mercan fought him for a second, her hands slapping against his shoulders, but the fight quickly morphed into a desperate need. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her moan lost in his throat. “I’m still angry,” she whispered, though she wrapped her arms around his waist neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. Ateş chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. “Good. We’ll just have to stay in this cabin until you’re not.”

Ateş Karahan

27,177 次观看 • 28 天前

So I recognize I have a different take than many of my colleagues in conservative media. But a couple of points I wanted to make today on Charlie's show with Andrew Kolvet and Blake Neff. 1) According to her interview with Ray Comfort, Ashley Sheatz came to Christ at 17. And as she explained in her initial testimony, after being exposed to sexual immorality from a young age while living with her single mom, she became a porn user at age 11. She was a young teenager when she began engaging in sexual sin with partners. I'd like everyone flinging the WORST labels I can imagine at her to remember--she was legally a child while having relationships with adult men years (in one case decades) older than her. I appreciate Ashley taking responsibility for her willful sinful choices, but this background suggests she was in a vulnerable, unprotected place from a young age and men took advantage of her, not the other way around. 2) Ashley Sheatz did not, as many were howling, go from being a web cam girl to being a Christian influencer. Though of course she has social media accounts where she talks about her life, background, and interests like every other modern American, her life for the past nine years has been focused on being a Christian wife and mom of three. She has been doing what the man-o-sphere says she should be doing--she's been quietly living out her faith, showing fruit in keeping with repentance. 3) If you read her full testimony it includes nightmarish situations of risking her life in pursuit of drugs. The idea that she didn't a pay price for her past sins is a claim that only someone who has never lived that hell can make. There is a reason the Bible describes it as slavery to sin. 4) Whore and promiscuous are not synonymous. One is meant to be more a general catchall term for being sexually indiscriminate. To some, it might mean any sex outside of marriage (this is what it should mean). To others, it could mean dozens of partners a year. The other is a crude term for a prostitute. Her husband did not call her a prostitute by that term or any other. In addition to that, I shared how I believe this Twitter Tempest plays into the longhouse phenomenon (which I think is absolutely real. As I have said in the past, I don't believe it goes too far to say we are living in something of a gynocracy). Thanks to Blake and Andrew for having me to discuss from a Protestant Christian perspective. I hope it adds something.

So I recognize I have a different take than many of my colleagues in conservative media. But a couple of points I wanted to make today on Charlie's show with Andrew Kolvet and Blake Neff. 1) According to her interview with Ray Comfort, Ashley Sheatz came to Christ at 17. And as she explained in her initial testimony, after being exposed to sexual immorality from a young age while living with her single mom, she became a porn user at age 11. She was a young teenager when she began engaging in sexual sin with partners. I'd like everyone flinging the WORST labels I can imagine at her to remember--she was legally a child while having relationships with adult men years (in one case decades) older than her. I appreciate Ashley taking responsibility for her willful sinful choices, but this background suggests she was in a vulnerable, unprotected place from a young age and men took advantage of her, not the other way around. 2) Ashley Sheatz did not, as many were howling, go from being a web cam girl to being a Christian influencer. Though of course she has social media accounts where she talks about her life, background, and interests like every other modern American, her life for the past nine years has been focused on being a Christian wife and mom of three. She has been doing what the man-o-sphere says she should be doing--she's been quietly living out her faith, showing fruit in keeping with repentance. 3) If you read her full testimony it includes nightmarish situations of risking her life in pursuit of drugs. The idea that she didn't a pay price for her past sins is a claim that only someone who has never lived that hell can make. There is a reason the Bible describes it as slavery to sin. 4) Whore and promiscuous are not synonymous. One is meant to be more a general catchall term for being sexually indiscriminate. To some, it might mean any sex outside of marriage (this is what it should mean). To others, it could mean dozens of partners a year. The other is a crude term for a prostitute. Her husband did not call her a prostitute by that term or any other. In addition to that, I shared how I believe this Twitter Tempest plays into the longhouse phenomenon (which I think is absolutely real. As I have said in the past, I don't believe it goes too far to say we are living in something of a gynocracy). Thanks to Blake and Andrew for having me to discuss from a Protestant Christian perspective. I hope it adds something.

Megan Basham

109,495 次观看 • 5 个月前

A lady on TikTok posted a video on her page today, the first video. It shows her being awarded the Best Graduating Student at LOGIC Foundation Class by Pastor Flourish Peters. But the problem becomes apparent when you see the lifestyle of the girl. In the second video, she boasts about sexual activities. She talks about how she can engage in sexual acts for a sustained period of time. She boasts about engaging in oral sex licentiously. She boasts about how she relishes ingesting semen orally. She says she is “mischievous,” boastfully. But that is not all. She talks about other more depraved illicit acts she cherishingly engages in. For example, she describes someone she has designated an “Eater.” According to her, this person performs oral sex on her, and she in turn records the sounds she makes and shares these recordings with her “inner circle.” That is practically pornography. And that is apart from other licentious lifestyle practices like narrative pornography, nudity, etc. This person was awarded the Best Graduating Student of LOGIC Church’s foundational Bible program. Now, why are we making this post? God bears us witness, it is not primarily because of the girl, but because of the pastor. Right now, if this girl unfortunately dies, she will not be part of the kingdom of heaven. Why? The Bible denounces this sort of lifestyle. “For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God.” — 1 Thess. 4:3–5 Then it says God’s judgment comes upon those who live in such sin: “The Lord will punish all those who commit such sins, as we told you and warned you before.”- 1 Thess. 2:16. If this lady dies today, her soul will wake up in God's eternal judgement in hell. Why would God judge those who engage in sexual immorality? It is because our bodies, as believers, are now the temple of God, and God will destroy anyone who destroys His temple: “Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.” — 1 Cor. 3:16–17 Let God deal with Spiricoco, be it ever so severely, if we are not writing this with quaking fingers and tears lining our very eyes. This girl’s soul is wasting away in sin. Her soul is gone deep in the death of sin, at the moment. And her pastor has not been able to tell her that the works of the flesh are manifest: “Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality…”— Gala. 5:19 And that those who engage in them will be judged by God: “I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.” — Gala. 5:21 Flourish Peters has not told her that: “God’s firm foundation stands, bearing this seal: ‘The Lord knows those who are his,’ and, ‘Let everyone who names the name of the Lord depart from iniquity.’” — 2 Tim. 2:19 Pastor Flourish has not told her that she must abandon the evil ways in which her mind was once controlled by lust against God before she was saved: “They are darkened in their understanding, alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them, due to their hardness of heart... and they, having become callous, have given themselves over to sensuality for the practice of every kind of impurity with greediness.” — Eph. 4:18 Instead, what does Flourish Peters do? He gave her an award, and told her only to stop sharing “those spicy content.” So, he knows about these vulgar corrupt communications from her. But his problem was not that she was doing sexually immoral things, but that she was sharing them. That was Flourish Peters’ concern. This is a major church in the heart of Lagos where many attend. Right now, the lady’s soul is in corruption and sin, and Flourish Peters, who was meant to deliver the washing word of truth, has not. If Flourish Peters really preached to her, she should have repented, turned back from these sinful life to the living God. Like the Ephesians burnt their spellbooks when Paul preached to them, this girl should have done the same if Peters really shared the gospel of life with her. But he obviously didn't share the whole counsel of God with her. Finally, we share this to show you the danger of hypergrace doctrine. In LOGIC Church, they preach that we don’t need to ask for forgiveness anymore. They preach the “once saved, forever saved” doctrine. This is the fruit of that doctrine. A grace that has been turned into licentiousness. There is no one who lives like that who will make heaven. Hypergrace is damnation, and LOGIC Church preaches it. This is the fruit. The time to talk about Flourish Peters is not here yet. He is not alone. The man from whom all these doctrines originate was the subject of discussion on Christian Twitter all of last week. But we have said this to warn you: to know the wolves in your midst. To beware of false preachers, the apostles of Satan. To be diligent with the Word, and fervent in prayers that you may guard against temptation. To keep your garments clean, and to live circumspectly in this world. When the time to fight comes, God will put Satan under our feet. Peace be with you. Amen.

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A lady on TikTok posted a video on her page today, the first video. It shows her being awarded the Best Graduating Student at LOGIC Foundation Class by Pastor Flourish Peters. But the problem becomes apparent when you see the lifestyle of the girl. In the second video, she boasts about sexual activities. She talks about how she can engage in sexual acts for a sustained period of time. She boasts about engaging in oral sex licentiously. She boasts about how she relishes ingesting semen orally. She says she is “mischievous,” boastfully. But that is not all. She talks about other more depraved illicit acts she cherishingly engages in. For example, she describes someone she has designated an “Eater.” According to her, this person performs oral sex on her, and she in turn records the sounds she makes and shares these recordings with her “inner circle.” That is practically pornography. And that is apart from other licentious lifestyle practices like narrative pornography, nudity, etc. This person was awarded the Best Graduating Student of LOGIC Church’s foundational Bible program. Now, why are we making this post? God bears us witness, it is not primarily because of the girl, but because of the pastor. Right now, if this girl unfortunately dies, she will not be part of the kingdom of heaven. Why? The Bible denounces this sort of lifestyle. “For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God.” — 1 Thess. 4:3–5 Then it says God’s judgment comes upon those who live in such sin: “The Lord will punish all those who commit such sins, as we told you and warned you before.”- 1 Thess. 2:16. If this lady dies today, her soul will wake up in God's eternal judgement in hell. Why would God judge those who engage in sexual immorality? It is because our bodies, as believers, are now the temple of God, and God will destroy anyone who destroys His temple: “Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.” — 1 Cor. 3:16–17 Let God deal with Spiricoco, be it ever so severely, if we are not writing this with quaking fingers and tears lining our very eyes. This girl’s soul is wasting away in sin. Her soul is gone deep in the death of sin, at the moment. And her pastor has not been able to tell her that the works of the flesh are manifest: “Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immorality, impurity, sensuality…”— Gala. 5:19 And that those who engage in them will be judged by God: “I warn you, as I warned you before, that those who do such things will not inherit the kingdom of God.” — Gala. 5:21 Flourish Peters has not told her that: “God’s firm foundation stands, bearing this seal: ‘The Lord knows those who are his,’ and, ‘Let everyone who names the name of the Lord depart from iniquity.’” — 2 Tim. 2:19 Pastor Flourish has not told her that she must abandon the evil ways in which her mind was once controlled by lust against God before she was saved: “They are darkened in their understanding, alienated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them, due to their hardness of heart... and they, having become callous, have given themselves over to sensuality for the practice of every kind of impurity with greediness.” — Eph. 4:18 Instead, what does Flourish Peters do? He gave her an award, and told her only to stop sharing “those spicy content.” So, he knows about these vulgar corrupt communications from her. But his problem was not that she was doing sexually immoral things, but that she was sharing them. That was Flourish Peters’ concern. This is a major church in the heart of Lagos where many attend. Right now, the lady’s soul is in corruption and sin, and Flourish Peters, who was meant to deliver the washing word of truth, has not. If Flourish Peters really preached to her, she should have repented, turned back from these sinful life to the living God. Like the Ephesians burnt their spellbooks when Paul preached to them, this girl should have done the same if Peters really shared the gospel of life with her. But he obviously didn't share the whole counsel of God with her. Finally, we share this to show you the danger of hypergrace doctrine. In LOGIC Church, they preach that we don’t need to ask for forgiveness anymore. They preach the “once saved, forever saved” doctrine. This is the fruit of that doctrine. A grace that has been turned into licentiousness. There is no one who lives like that who will make heaven. Hypergrace is damnation, and LOGIC Church preaches it. This is the fruit. The time to talk about Flourish Peters is not here yet. He is not alone. The man from whom all these doctrines originate was the subject of discussion on Christian Twitter all of last week. But we have said this to warn you: to know the wolves in your midst. To beware of false preachers, the apostles of Satan. To be diligent with the Word, and fervent in prayers that you may guard against temptation. To keep your garments clean, and to live circumspectly in this world. When the time to fight comes, God will put Satan under our feet. Peace be with you. Amen.

Spiricoco Twittter

1,137,549 次观看 • 3 个月前

Our lives here in Gaza have become a daily struggle between life, fear, and death. My daughter, Rafif, woke up trembling with a high fever. Fear filled her eyes, and the only word she could whisper was, “Wow…” I held her tightly in my arms, doing everything I could to make her feel safe. But how can a father protect his little girl when everything around them is shaking? Here, the bombardment never stops. The fear never leaves. We never know if we’ll survive the next moment. Then, suddenly… everything changed. Massive explosions. Walls shaking. Buildings trembling. Our hearts felt as though they would burst from fear. Is this justice? Does a little girl deserve to grow up surrounded by terror instead of love? At any moment, you may hear that Rafif’s entire family is gone. The days will pass. Life will move on. And perhaps we too will be forgotten, just as so many others have been forgotten. But Rafif was here. She was a little girl who dreamed of growing up, laughing more, and living a normal life like every other child in this world. If you remember anything, remember Rafif. Please don’t let her story be forgotten.

Our lives here in Gaza have become a daily struggle between life, fear, and death. My daughter, Rafif, woke up trembling with a high fever. Fear filled her eyes, and the only word she could whisper was, “Wow…” I held her tightly in my arms, doing everything I could to make her feel safe. But how can a father protect his little girl when everything around them is shaking? Here, the bombardment never stops. The fear never leaves. We never know if we’ll survive the next moment. Then, suddenly… everything changed. Massive explosions. Walls shaking. Buildings trembling. Our hearts felt as though they would burst from fear. Is this justice? Does a little girl deserve to grow up surrounded by terror instead of love? At any moment, you may hear that Rafif’s entire family is gone. The days will pass. Life will move on. And perhaps we too will be forgotten, just as so many others have been forgotten. But Rafif was here. She was a little girl who dreamed of growing up, laughing more, and living a normal life like every other child in this world. If you remember anything, remember Rafif. Please don’t let her story be forgotten.

Mohammed jawad 🇵🇸

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BREAKING: An LGBT activist in a ‘throuple’ relationship with two other lesbians is running the Irish government’s national education convention The government has paid radical LGBT activists €250,000 to run the National Convention on Education which aims to shape the future of Irish education for the next 30 years. ‘Quality Matters’, an organisation run by Aoife Dermody and Caroline Gardner, was appointed by the government to facilitate the National Convention on Education. Aoife Dermody is a promoter of radical transgender ideology. She believes “children’s well being is not harmed by learning about trans and gender diverse identities.” She also believes puberty blockers have “well evidenced positive effects”. She describes herself online as ‘queer’ and urges viewers to “smash transphobia.” Caroline Gardner is the CEO of Quality Matters. Originally from New Zealand, Gardner is in a polyamorous sexual relationship (three-way) with two other lesbians including Dil Wickremasinghe. Wickremasinghe calls herself a ‘journalist and queer polyamorous mum’, using She/They’ pronouns. The third person in the relationship, Anne O’Toole, is heavily involved in witchcraft. The Chair of the National Convention on Education is Professor Anne Looney, the Executive Dean of DCU’s Institute of Education since 2019. In 2018 Looney worked to produce guidelines to embed sexual consent training in Irish universities. Under her leadership DCU developed the first SPHE/RSE teacher training course. This course includes sexually depraved content. A teacher who experienced the training said she felt the presence of Satan. Among much else the training includes an activity instructing children to write a detailed sex scene. Anne Looney recently launched a book which included the following statement: “All young people, whatever their gender or sexual identity (transgender, intersex, male, female, lesbian, gay, heterosexual or something else) are sexual objects who have a right to experience sexual pleasure and desire.” The convention in Limerick today is shrouded in secrecy. The city was withheld until last night, and even then the location was not revealed. Attendees at the convention have been instructed by the Chair Anne Looney not to share what anyone has said at the event outside the four walls. She has decreed that the conference be a “device-free zone” to limit the sharing of information. Shame on the Department of Education. This convention has nothing to do with true education. It is a promotion of LGBTQIA+ ideology in every school in Ireland, while teacher Enoch Burke lies in a prison cell.

BREAKING: An LGBT activist in a ‘throuple’ relationship with two other lesbians is running the Irish government’s national education convention The government has paid radical LGBT activists €250,000 to run the National Convention on Education which aims to shape the future of Irish education for the next 30 years. ‘Quality Matters’, an organisation run by Aoife Dermody and Caroline Gardner, was appointed by the government to facilitate the National Convention on Education. Aoife Dermody is a promoter of radical transgender ideology. She believes “children’s well being is not harmed by learning about trans and gender diverse identities.” She also believes puberty blockers have “well evidenced positive effects”. She describes herself online as ‘queer’ and urges viewers to “smash transphobia.” Caroline Gardner is the CEO of Quality Matters. Originally from New Zealand, Gardner is in a polyamorous sexual relationship (three-way) with two other lesbians including Dil Wickremasinghe. Wickremasinghe calls herself a ‘journalist and queer polyamorous mum’, using She/They’ pronouns. The third person in the relationship, Anne O’Toole, is heavily involved in witchcraft. The Chair of the National Convention on Education is Professor Anne Looney, the Executive Dean of DCU’s Institute of Education since 2019. In 2018 Looney worked to produce guidelines to embed sexual consent training in Irish universities. Under her leadership DCU developed the first SPHE/RSE teacher training course. This course includes sexually depraved content. A teacher who experienced the training said she felt the presence of Satan. Among much else the training includes an activity instructing children to write a detailed sex scene. Anne Looney recently launched a book which included the following statement: “All young people, whatever their gender or sexual identity (transgender, intersex, male, female, lesbian, gay, heterosexual or something else) are sexual objects who have a right to experience sexual pleasure and desire.” The convention in Limerick today is shrouded in secrecy. The city was withheld until last night, and even then the location was not revealed. Attendees at the convention have been instructed by the Chair Anne Looney not to share what anyone has said at the event outside the four walls. She has decreed that the conference be a “device-free zone” to limit the sharing of information. Shame on the Department of Education. This convention has nothing to do with true education. It is a promotion of LGBTQIA+ ideology in every school in Ireland, while teacher Enoch Burke lies in a prison cell.

Enoch Burke

194,592 次观看 • 4 个月前

NEW: The wife of NHL star Johnny Gaudreau releases heartbreaking message after her husband and his brother were k*lled by a drunk driver. Gaudreau was riding his bike with his brother just hours before their sister’s wedding when they were hit. “Thank you for the best years of my life. Despite losing you, I am still the luckiest girl in the world to have been yours. I love you so so much. You were perfect. Some days it felt too good to be true. I love every single thing about you. You are my forever and I can't wait to be with you again. I love you so much forever and ever,” Meredith said. “The absolute best dad in the world. So caring and loving. The best partner to go through parenthood with. John never missed a single appointment. Was the best at putting the baby to sleep and the Apple of Noa's eye. I love how much she looks like him. We are going to make you proud. We love you so so so much daddy.”

NEW: The wife of NHL star Johnny Gaudreau releases heartbreaking message after her husband and his brother were k*lled by a drunk driver. Gaudreau was riding his bike with his brother just hours before their sister’s wedding when they were hit. “Thank you for the best years of my life. Despite losing you, I am still the luckiest girl in the world to have been yours. I love you so so much. You were perfect. Some days it felt too good to be true. I love every single thing about you. You are my forever and I can't wait to be with you again. I love you so much forever and ever,” Meredith said. “The absolute best dad in the world. So caring and loving. The best partner to go through parenthood with. John never missed a single appointment. Was the best at putting the baby to sleep and the Apple of Noa's eye. I love how much she looks like him. We are going to make you proud. We love you so so so much daddy.”

Collin Rugg

1,300,602 次观看 • 2 年前

American Family Nurse Practitioner saw a patient in the Emergency room and has a very serious warning. Don’t let your dog lick you on the mouth A patient came into the emergency and she looked extremely pregnant, like 8-9 months pregnant but the patient said she wasn’t pregnant After running all the tests everything kept coming back as normal and not pregnant But the belly was extremely distended and “if was clear that something was in there” it was also very “firm” Every test keeps coming back as normal “Nothing explains why it looks like she's immediately about to deliver. Then we ultrasound her abdomen, and we don't see a baby. Nope. Massive cystic structure taking up a huge portion of her abdominal cavity. Tumor? Massive hepatic cyst? Some bizarre congenital anomaly? Go to CT, and that's where we find enormous 25-centimeter lesion in the right lobe of her liver. So big that it's displacing her bowel and other organs in the same sense that a pregnancy might do. The cysts weren't empty. There were smaller pieces inside the cysts. Imagine this big ball filled with littler balls. It gets worse” “Radiology calls them daughter cysts, and this is where infectious diseases gets involved and we start drawing a bunch of labs and doing way more studies. Cystic echinococcosis.She has a hydatid cyst. What causes hydatid cyst? Echinococcosis granulosus. Parasitic tapeworm. Yes, I said tapeworm. Someone brilliantly asks, "Hey, do you have any dogs?" Which she replies, "Yeah, my dog is my life. He's my literal baby." The dog sleeps in her bed, licks her face, and kisses her on the mouth all the time. This is where it gets gross. Dogs and other canids can be definitive hosts for echinococcosis, the adult tapeworms, like the final form. The adult worms live in intestines and produce microscopic eggs that shed in feces. Humans accidentally ingest them through fecal-oral transmission. The eggs hatch, larvae penetrate the intestinal walls, they enter circulation. What's the first place that they meet in circulation? The liver. Once they're there, they slowly form these massive cysts that take up a ton of space. What's inside those cysts? More of the parasites. All of the tiny balls on the CT that we saw, the balls inside of balls inside of balls, those are literally more baby parasites that are gonna grow up into adult tapeworms and then penetrate the walls of the intestine, replicate, and make more parasites. One of the scary parts is that they can grow for years and not have anybody know. Another scary part is you don't just stick a needle in, suck it out, and be done with it. If you mess this up and you spill the contents of those cysts, there are tons of tiny baby parasite particles spread about the abdomen and make everything so much worse. They can invade other organs. They can do tons of damage. It's a mess. Not only that, spilling those contents can actually trigger anaphylactic reaction, so people can die from opening them up and spilling them. So infectious diseases and hepatobiliary get involved, and they end up performing a definitive surgery on this woman to make sure that they very, very carefully clear out her abdomen without spilling any of the contents anywhere else” She has to have surgery, is out on antiparasitics and that massive belly goes away “Please stop letting your animals lick your face. I don't care if you love them. Kiss them on the forehead, scratch their belly, tell them they are the best things on earth — Don't let the dog that just spent 10 minutes licking its booty hole lick the inside of your mouth” Globally there are around 200,000 cases of this per year If you get this and it’s large like with this patient it can actually be deadly if it ruptures

American Family Nurse Practitioner saw a patient in the Emergency room and has a very serious warning. Don’t let your dog lick you on the mouth A patient came into the emergency and she looked extremely pregnant, like 8-9 months pregnant but the patient said she wasn’t pregnant After running all the tests everything kept coming back as normal and not pregnant But the belly was extremely distended and “if was clear that something was in there” it was also very “firm” Every test keeps coming back as normal “Nothing explains why it looks like she's immediately about to deliver. Then we ultrasound her abdomen, and we don't see a baby. Nope. Massive cystic structure taking up a huge portion of her abdominal cavity. Tumor? Massive hepatic cyst? Some bizarre congenital anomaly? Go to CT, and that's where we find enormous 25-centimeter lesion in the right lobe of her liver. So big that it's displacing her bowel and other organs in the same sense that a pregnancy might do. The cysts weren't empty. There were smaller pieces inside the cysts. Imagine this big ball filled with littler balls. It gets worse” “Radiology calls them daughter cysts, and this is where infectious diseases gets involved and we start drawing a bunch of labs and doing way more studies. Cystic echinococcosis.She has a hydatid cyst. What causes hydatid cyst? Echinococcosis granulosus. Parasitic tapeworm. Yes, I said tapeworm. Someone brilliantly asks, "Hey, do you have any dogs?" Which she replies, "Yeah, my dog is my life. He's my literal baby." The dog sleeps in her bed, licks her face, and kisses her on the mouth all the time. This is where it gets gross. Dogs and other canids can be definitive hosts for echinococcosis, the adult tapeworms, like the final form. The adult worms live in intestines and produce microscopic eggs that shed in feces. Humans accidentally ingest them through fecal-oral transmission. The eggs hatch, larvae penetrate the intestinal walls, they enter circulation. What's the first place that they meet in circulation? The liver. Once they're there, they slowly form these massive cysts that take up a ton of space. What's inside those cysts? More of the parasites. All of the tiny balls on the CT that we saw, the balls inside of balls inside of balls, those are literally more baby parasites that are gonna grow up into adult tapeworms and then penetrate the walls of the intestine, replicate, and make more parasites. One of the scary parts is that they can grow for years and not have anybody know. Another scary part is you don't just stick a needle in, suck it out, and be done with it. If you mess this up and you spill the contents of those cysts, there are tons of tiny baby parasite particles spread about the abdomen and make everything so much worse. They can invade other organs. They can do tons of damage. It's a mess. Not only that, spilling those contents can actually trigger anaphylactic reaction, so people can die from opening them up and spilling them. So infectious diseases and hepatobiliary get involved, and they end up performing a definitive surgery on this woman to make sure that they very, very carefully clear out her abdomen without spilling any of the contents anywhere else” She has to have surgery, is out on antiparasitics and that massive belly goes away “Please stop letting your animals lick your face. I don't care if you love them. Kiss them on the forehead, scratch their belly, tell them they are the best things on earth — Don't let the dog that just spent 10 minutes licking its booty hole lick the inside of your mouth” Globally there are around 200,000 cases of this per year If you get this and it’s large like with this patient it can actually be deadly if it ruptures

Wall Street Apes

487,068 次观看 • 8 天前

I just want to say that I am very proud of Melanie Little for allowing Kelsey privacy going forward. I was honestly shocked that cameras were allowed in Family Court. I've never seen them allowed and it felt gross tbh, as someone who has dealt with that whole scenario. Family Court should be private and Kelsey has asked for privacy and I believe we should respect that. Family Court process is a very long, arduous ordeal. It can get very personal and none of it should be streamed. I do stand by my thoughts on Kelsey's situation. I very much hope that she doesn't allow Justin to make her the villain every single hearing but I do hope they can work together going forward. Justin has a lot of work to do in my opinion and I do NOT agree with much of what he has done and I hope she is not manipulated by him. Her and Justin have a long way to go as co-parents and I wish them the best. I wish Kelsey Fitzsimmons all the love and support going forward. I hope her and her son will be reunified and healing can begin. For those of you asking this is Kelsey's X profile, idk why it's named Kelsey Caterino. She is sharing her experiences via substack. ❤️ #KelseyFitzsimmons #FamilyCourt #FKR #FreeTurtleboy

That Girl T

20,926 次观看 • 4 个月前

This pieced together video is very scary. From my point of view I will explain why. You may have already seen it.But first, listen to how many things get debunked or exposed here. Her little cocaine use which is actually a habitual addiction. Her claim that Johnny isolated her, when she actually had the whole Shady Bunch living in the penthouses with her. Johnny's wine drinking when it was her 3 glasses a day. Her anger, her rage.But Johnny was the monster? She said Johnny was the jealous one. In his case his doubts came true. But look at all she projected onto Johnny that she actually did herself. But here is what I want to highlight. When professionals like a doctor or therapist record or annotate. The language they use tends to minimize actions and they will write in a conservative way. Mostly shorthand and they summarize. I can have a hacking cough with blood and nurse will write, "patient reports cough." You can imagine the fits of rage that she had on those appointments. I bet she had wild, immature adult tantrums, expressing how jealous she was. Like for example: "look at the whores that Johnny is around every day! Those sluts climb all over him!" But how will the therapist write it? "patient expressed concern over the availability of women and his ability to interact with them often." When she's a jealous fucking maniac! We know Amber is narcissistic and craves attention. We know it irks her when on a Red Carpet, Johnny gets all the shine and not her. He is not around to cater to her. But what is written? "client reports difficulty with issues surrounding husbands fame". How calm do you think Amber "expressed" that? And What do you think Johnny hears from her when he gets home? Do you think the words that she yells and screams at him are as calm and professional as what nurses or doctors write? What they write masks the tip of that Abusive Iceberg. Do you think maybe these words of rage, jealousy and anger are accompanied by fists, hitting, and thrown objects? That is the scary part. I can see Amber acting out in that doctor's office. Uncontrolled. In that nurses office. Her childish tantrums, insecurities and rage flying out. But they calmly write down "has issues with..." No shit, she has issues! JD comes home after a long shoot, or is about to travel to another one, and what does he have to put up with from her every time? He's a stronger man than me. How many of you reading this have had a jealous partner who made you feel like shit just because they had their own insecurities, and they wanted to dump them onto you to make themselves feel better? Did Amber detail exactly how she "expresses anger and concern" when saying this to Johnny? Did she admit to punches and flying bottles? She was a ticking, fucking time bomb, that exploded multiple times. This video is scary to me, because what the nurse is reading, is probably 10% of the actual severity of what Johnny had to deal with. I hear and read those words, and I can see the abuse behind them. I apologize if this sounds like an exaggeration. But that is what I get when I hear those words. I have never been a victim of abuse, and I give the shortest leash possible to either a controlling or insecure woman. I walk away from the wrong girls, very easily. I am glad that finally, Johnny did the same. Thank you God for saving him or for Johnny getting himself out. The best thing that Johnny could have done is go through with that Virginia Trial. He was eventually freed and gave himself back to us. In freeing himself, he gave himself back to us. And I Love him for it.

This pieced together video is very scary. From my point of view I will explain why. You may have already seen it.But first, listen to how many things get debunked or exposed here. Her little cocaine use which is actually a habitual addiction. Her claim that Johnny isolated her, when she actually had the whole Shady Bunch living in the penthouses with her. Johnny's wine drinking when it was her 3 glasses a day. Her anger, her rage.But Johnny was the monster? She said Johnny was the jealous one. In his case his doubts came true. But look at all she projected onto Johnny that she actually did herself. But here is what I want to highlight. When professionals like a doctor or therapist record or annotate. The language they use tends to minimize actions and they will write in a conservative way. Mostly shorthand and they summarize. I can have a hacking cough with blood and nurse will write, "patient reports cough." You can imagine the fits of rage that she had on those appointments. I bet she had wild, immature adult tantrums, expressing how jealous she was. Like for example: "look at the whores that Johnny is around every day! Those sluts climb all over him!" But how will the therapist write it? "patient expressed concern over the availability of women and his ability to interact with them often." When she's a jealous fucking maniac! We know Amber is narcissistic and craves attention. We know it irks her when on a Red Carpet, Johnny gets all the shine and not her. He is not around to cater to her. But what is written? "client reports difficulty with issues surrounding husbands fame". How calm do you think Amber "expressed" that? And What do you think Johnny hears from her when he gets home? Do you think the words that she yells and screams at him are as calm and professional as what nurses or doctors write? What they write masks the tip of that Abusive Iceberg. Do you think maybe these words of rage, jealousy and anger are accompanied by fists, hitting, and thrown objects? That is the scary part. I can see Amber acting out in that doctor's office. Uncontrolled. In that nurses office. Her childish tantrums, insecurities and rage flying out. But they calmly write down "has issues with..." No shit, she has issues! JD comes home after a long shoot, or is about to travel to another one, and what does he have to put up with from her every time? He's a stronger man than me. How many of you reading this have had a jealous partner who made you feel like shit just because they had their own insecurities, and they wanted to dump them onto you to make themselves feel better? Did Amber detail exactly how she "expresses anger and concern" when saying this to Johnny? Did she admit to punches and flying bottles? She was a ticking, fucking time bomb, that exploded multiple times. This video is scary to me, because what the nurse is reading, is probably 10% of the actual severity of what Johnny had to deal with. I hear and read those words, and I can see the abuse behind them. I apologize if this sounds like an exaggeration. But that is what I get when I hear those words. I have never been a victim of abuse, and I give the shortest leash possible to either a controlling or insecure woman. I walk away from the wrong girls, very easily. I am glad that finally, Johnny did the same. Thank you God for saving him or for Johnny getting himself out. The best thing that Johnny could have done is go through with that Virginia Trial. He was eventually freed and gave himself back to us. In freeing himself, he gave himself back to us. And I Love him for it.

Wyno Forever

12,515 次观看 • 2 年前

🎙️ Episode #47: Weight Bias, Toxic Masculinity & Being Seen: A Raw Conversation with Ashley Manta Vladimir Rudnev In this powerful and deeply honest episode, we sit down with sex educator, writer, and CannaSexual® Ashley Manta for a raw conversation about body image, weight stigma, and what it really means to be seen. Ashley opens up about her personal journey with GLP-1 medication, navigating public perception, and the grief that comes with being treated better only when you’re smaller. We also explore how body autonomy, desire, and visibility intersect—and what happens when the world treats your worth like it’s conditional. We also talk: * The emotional whiplash of weight-based validation * Why “being healthier” isn’t always the full story * Toxic masculinity, sexual empowerment, and reclaiming space * How to make peace with your body in a world that profits off your shame If you’ve ever felt unseen, dismissed, or punished for existing in your body—this episode is for you. 💬 Want to keep the convo going? Join our members-only discussion in The After Chat inside our Naughty Gym Lounge at to share your thoughts, ask questions, or suggest future topics. #podcast #vlog #bonuscontent #fatphobia #weightbias #fitness #glp1 #weightloss #bodypositive #toxicmasculinity #support #youtube #explore

🎙️ Episode #47: Weight Bias, Toxic Masculinity & Being Seen: A Raw Conversation with Ashley Manta Vladimir Rudnev In this powerful and deeply honest episode, we sit down with sex educator, writer, and CannaSexual® Ashley Manta for a raw conversation about body image, weight stigma, and what it really means to be seen. Ashley opens up about her personal journey with GLP-1 medication, navigating public perception, and the grief that comes with being treated better only when you’re smaller. We also explore how body autonomy, desire, and visibility intersect—and what happens when the world treats your worth like it’s conditional. We also talk: * The emotional whiplash of weight-based validation * Why “being healthier” isn’t always the full story * Toxic masculinity, sexual empowerment, and reclaiming space * How to make peace with your body in a world that profits off your shame If you’ve ever felt unseen, dismissed, or punished for existing in your body—this episode is for you. 💬 Want to keep the convo going? Join our members-only discussion in The After Chat inside our Naughty Gym Lounge at to share your thoughts, ask questions, or suggest future topics. #podcast #vlog #bonuscontent #fatphobia #weightbias #fitness #glp1 #weightloss #bodypositive #toxicmasculinity #support #youtube #explore

Naughty Gym

13,704 次观看 • 1 年前

Shannon O'Connor, a woman from Los Gatos, California, allowed her teenager to host parties with sex and alcohol. She is not accused of having sexual contact with anyone. For this, she was sentenced to 36 YEARS in prison! 16 felonies and over a dozen misdemeanors. One of the parents of the kids who attended the parties: "When people call you a monster, pedophile, rapist, they had it right." Pedophile! Another parent: "You have to protect the children, even when it's hard." We've lost our minds as a society. When I was a kid, every group had a "cool mom" who let people party at their house. Maybe such people are losers, but no one thought they were monsters who deserved decades in jail. The word pedophile would've been the furthest thing from anyone's mind. Nobody would've thought that they were traumatized by them. The sentencing came after three days of victim impact statements, meaning that the children have been convinced they were victims. Of what exactly? We allow teens to have sex with one another! Did an adult hosting make the sex more traumatic? It would've been fine if they snuck into someone's room? We're so afraid of children going outside now that if kids drink and have sex, we just lock up the adult in closest proximity to them at the time. I've never seen a story that did so much to convince me that the culture that I grew up with is gone. It's little wonder that young people are this passive, fragile, and pathetic.

Shannon O'Connor, a woman from Los Gatos, California, allowed her teenager to host parties with sex and alcohol. She is not accused of having sexual contact with anyone. For this, she was sentenced to 36 YEARS in prison! 16 felonies and over a dozen misdemeanors. One of the parents of the kids who attended the parties: "When people call you a monster, pedophile, rapist, they had it right." Pedophile! Another parent: "You have to protect the children, even when it's hard." We've lost our minds as a society. When I was a kid, every group had a "cool mom" who let people party at their house. Maybe such people are losers, but no one thought they were monsters who deserved decades in jail. The word pedophile would've been the furthest thing from anyone's mind. Nobody would've thought that they were traumatized by them. The sentencing came after three days of victim impact statements, meaning that the children have been convinced they were victims. Of what exactly? We allow teens to have sex with one another! Did an adult hosting make the sex more traumatic? It would've been fine if they snuck into someone's room? We're so afraid of children going outside now that if kids drink and have sex, we just lock up the adult in closest proximity to them at the time. I've never seen a story that did so much to convince me that the culture that I grew up with is gone. It's little wonder that young people are this passive, fragile, and pathetic.

Richard Hanania

313,682 次观看 • 3 个月前

A FITNESS INSTRUCTOR FROM DUBAI NAMED KIRA FILLS A 200-PERSON CLASS EVERY NIGHT AT $45 A HEAD BY MAKING HER WORKOUTS LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD GET BANNED ON EVERY OTHER PAGE. Thread. Here's the format that fitness influencers have been trying to crack for years and one girl in Dubai solved it by turning off the lights. A dark studio. Red and orange lighting. Neon workout sets. 200 women on orange mats doing hip thrusts in sync. The camera sits at floor level and drifts along the row. This is a workout class. It looks like the opening scene of a movie you'd watch with the door locked. Here's what Kira understood. Nobody shares a workout video because the exercise is effective. People share workout videos because of how the exercise looks. Hip thrusts are the single most effective glute exercise in strength training. They're also the single most suggestive movement a human body can make in a gym setting. She didn't invent the exercise. She invented the way you film it. Floor level, dark room, neon fabric, red light. Same exercise in a Planet Fitness under fluorescent bulbs gets 3,000 views. Same exercise in her studio gets 18 million. The neon is doing business nobody talks about. Hot pink, electric green, purple, white. Every color pops against the dark studio and the orange mats. The algorithm reads bright colors on dark backgrounds as high-contrast content and pushes it harder. But here's the real play: the neon colors are her merchandise. Every set you see in the video is available on her site. She doesn't tag the product, doesn't show a price, doesn't mention the store. The comments do it for her. "Where is the pink set from." "Link for the white leggings." Forty thousand free product inquiries per video and she never ran an ad. The class sells out 3 weeks in advance. Not because the programming is unique. The exercises are standard. Hip thrusts, bridges, glute kickbacks. You can find them in any trainer's plan. The class sells out because every person in the room knows they'll be in the video. 200 women pay $45 each to be background extras in a clip that will do 10 million views. They're not paying for the workout. They're paying for the content. They show up in neon, film themselves from their mat, post their own angle, tag the studio. 200 personal accounts all posting the same class on the same night. The reach multiplies by 200 every session and Kira doesn't post a single one of those. The camera angle is the moat. Any trainer can darken a room and buy colored lights. But the floor-level camera that drifts along a row of bodies mid-thrust is what makes this unflagable pornography for the fitness feed. It's a workout. Everyone is clothed. The exercise is in every textbook. But 200 women thrusting upward in neon under red light filmed from the floor doesn't read as fitness. It reads as something your brain has no clean category for. And content without a category gets watched longer because your brain is still trying to file it. She turned a gym into a nightclub, a nightclub into a content studio, and a content studio into a merch store. The class is the content. The content is the ad. The ad is the class. The loop never opens and the $45 is just the entry fee to a machine that prints views, sells leggings, and fills the next class with people who saw the last one. The lights are off but the business has never been more visible.

A FITNESS INSTRUCTOR FROM DUBAI NAMED KIRA FILLS A 200-PERSON CLASS EVERY NIGHT AT $45 A HEAD BY MAKING HER WORKOUTS LOOK LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD GET BANNED ON EVERY OTHER PAGE. Thread. Here's the format that fitness influencers have been trying to crack for years and one girl in Dubai solved it by turning off the lights. A dark studio. Red and orange lighting. Neon workout sets. 200 women on orange mats doing hip thrusts in sync. The camera sits at floor level and drifts along the row. This is a workout class. It looks like the opening scene of a movie you'd watch with the door locked. Here's what Kira understood. Nobody shares a workout video because the exercise is effective. People share workout videos because of how the exercise looks. Hip thrusts are the single most effective glute exercise in strength training. They're also the single most suggestive movement a human body can make in a gym setting. She didn't invent the exercise. She invented the way you film it. Floor level, dark room, neon fabric, red light. Same exercise in a Planet Fitness under fluorescent bulbs gets 3,000 views. Same exercise in her studio gets 18 million. The neon is doing business nobody talks about. Hot pink, electric green, purple, white. Every color pops against the dark studio and the orange mats. The algorithm reads bright colors on dark backgrounds as high-contrast content and pushes it harder. But here's the real play: the neon colors are her merchandise. Every set you see in the video is available on her site. She doesn't tag the product, doesn't show a price, doesn't mention the store. The comments do it for her. "Where is the pink set from." "Link for the white leggings." Forty thousand free product inquiries per video and she never ran an ad. The class sells out 3 weeks in advance. Not because the programming is unique. The exercises are standard. Hip thrusts, bridges, glute kickbacks. You can find them in any trainer's plan. The class sells out because every person in the room knows they'll be in the video. 200 women pay $45 each to be background extras in a clip that will do 10 million views. They're not paying for the workout. They're paying for the content. They show up in neon, film themselves from their mat, post their own angle, tag the studio. 200 personal accounts all posting the same class on the same night. The reach multiplies by 200 every session and Kira doesn't post a single one of those. The camera angle is the moat. Any trainer can darken a room and buy colored lights. But the floor-level camera that drifts along a row of bodies mid-thrust is what makes this unflagable pornography for the fitness feed. It's a workout. Everyone is clothed. The exercise is in every textbook. But 200 women thrusting upward in neon under red light filmed from the floor doesn't read as fitness. It reads as something your brain has no clean category for. And content without a category gets watched longer because your brain is still trying to file it. She turned a gym into a nightclub, a nightclub into a content studio, and a content studio into a merch store. The class is the content. The content is the ad. The ad is the class. The loop never opens and the $45 is just the entry fee to a machine that prints views, sells leggings, and fills the next class with people who saw the last one. The lights are off but the business has never been more visible.

Promt Lab Dialy

923,723 次观看 • 12 天前

-The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget- "Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one."

-The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget- "Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. ‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’ ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’ ‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. ‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. ‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said ‘You have to make a living,’ she answered. ‘There are other passengers,’ I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one."

Ryan Buikema

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