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

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oh this will sting so much im not ready 😮‍💨 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :') . . . "wayo" "blew" "karel told me you wanted to see me" "yes. i wanted to see you once more. not as princess catherine... just as blew. i'm leaving for thailand" "i know. karel told me about the change in your plans. don't worry—he'll handle everything" "so... this is really how our story ends, like a fairytale with no happy ending?" catherine looked into the eyes of the woman who spoke to her in such quiet, broken voice—full of so much unspoken emotion. and in those eyes, she saw the reflection of her own shaken soul. "i'm sorry, wayo" her voice, heavy with guilt and sorrow, fell softly. she lowered her gaze—unable to look at the pain, the disappointment, the heartbreak in wayo's eyes. and part of her was afraid—afraid that her own sorrow, equally deep, would be seen. that the one who loved her most might refuse to let their story end. but they couldn't go on. there was never a path for the two of them to walk together. even if it was brief, catherine would never forget the memories, the feelings that she had never experienced with anyone else before. even if the love couldn't be. even if they couldn't be. she would carry her love for wayo quietly, within the depths of her own heart... "from now on, i want you to live your life well—even without me. and i'll do the same. i'll live and fulfill my duties the best i can" "so you can really forget everything we had?" "no matter how long, i promise i'll never forget the story and memories of phatpha and wind" "is there any way... we can go back to being wind and phatpha?" "i can't be selfish and pursue my own happiness—not when so many lives have been sacrificed. in madelin, i have so many duties i can't turn my back on. at the very least... think of it this way—when helena, the fake princess, left this world... i died in your heart, too. because phatpha is gone from wind's world... and will never return" at last, the truth wayo had dreaded came to pass. all the time she spent waiting, trying to delay the inevitable, had been in vain. she couldn't hold on to the heart she loved or the hand she once held. "you know... it feels like you just broke up with me, blew" "wayo..." "and this love... it hurts more than anything i've ever known. because i got my heart broken... without even being yours" catherine watched tears spill from wayo's reddened eyes, the pain too much to contain. her heart felt crushed—shattered into fragments just as wayo's heart. if the pieces of their hearts were scattered by the wind across this garden, no one would ever know whose heartbreak hurt more. "i love you. this will be the last time i ever say it—even if you never loved me back. goodbye forever, princess catherine" wayo bowed her head in respect to the noble princess catherine, her farewell words cutting deeper into the wounds of her heart—so deep - it was almost unbearable. but life had to go on. just like now, as she forced her weakened legs to move forward, while the princess walked away, back to her rightful place. the distance between them stretched farther with each step until it was far beyond reach. just like their hearts—never meant to walk side by side...
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oh this will sting so much im not ready 😮‍💨 #เสน่หาวาโย *SPOILERS* :') . . . "wayo" "blew" "karel told me you wanted to see me" "yes. i wanted to see you once more. not as princess catherine... just as blew. i'm leaving for thailand" "i know. karel told me about the change in your plans. don't worry—he'll handle everything" "so... this is really how our story ends, like a fairytale with no happy ending?" catherine looked into the eyes of the woman who spoke to her in such quiet, broken voice—full of so much unspoken emotion. and in those eyes, she saw the reflection of her own shaken soul. "i'm sorry, wayo" her voice, heavy with guilt and sorrow, fell softly. she lowered her gaze—unable to look at the pain, the disappointment, the heartbreak in wayo's eyes. and part of her was afraid—afraid that her own sorrow, equally deep, would be seen. that the one who loved her most might refuse to let their story end. but they couldn't go on. there was never a path for the two of them to walk together. even if it was brief, catherine would never forget the memories, the feelings that she had never experienced with anyone else before. even if the love couldn't be. even if they couldn't be. she would carry her love for wayo quietly, within the depths of her own heart... "from now on, i want you to live your life well—even without me. and i'll do the same. i'll live and fulfill my duties the best i can" "so you can really forget everything we had?" "no matter how long, i promise i'll never forget the story and memories of phatpha and wind" "is there any way... we can go back to being wind and phatpha?" "i can't be selfish and pursue my own happiness—not when so many lives have been sacrificed. in madelin, i have so many duties i can't turn my back on. at the very least... think of it this way—when helena, the fake princess, left this world... i died in your heart, too. because phatpha is gone from wind's world... and will never return" at last, the truth wayo had dreaded came to pass. all the time she spent waiting, trying to delay the inevitable, had been in vain. she couldn't hold on to the heart she loved or the hand she once held. "you know... it feels like you just broke up with me, blew" "wayo..." "and this love... it hurts more than anything i've ever known. because i got my heart broken... without even being yours" catherine watched tears spill from wayo's reddened eyes, the pain too much to contain. her heart felt crushed—shattered into fragments just as wayo's heart. if the pieces of their hearts were scattered by the wind across this garden, no one would ever know whose heartbreak hurt more. "i love you. this will be the last time i ever say it—even if you never loved me back. goodbye forever, princess catherine" wayo bowed her head in respect to the noble princess catherine, her farewell words cutting deeper into the wounds of her heart—so deep - it was almost unbearable. but life had to go on. just like now, as she forced her weakened legs to move forward, while the princess walked away, back to her rightful place. the distance between them stretched farther with each step until it was far beyond reach. just like their hearts—never meant to walk side by side...

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So long long day. I don’t even know where to start and gonna keep it as minimal as I can as I am just exhausted. She had a scare about 4 hours ago where she stopped responding, or reacting to us, was unable to reply or acknowledge us. It’s been a very stressful day for her, on top of the extubation, heat from the Cpap mask was also bothering her a lot. We had a moment of her might having a stroke, her left side started to not be as mobile, they went and did a CT scan, and EEG, did not see any major signs, but wanted to do a MRI also to fully look and rule anything out. They did not show any brain bleed or any major things but did find some irregularly on the right side, seemed minor and didn’t seem like a stroke. They are going to review that and get back to us in the morning/early after noon. Right now she is in a stable place, her numbers are looking fine, and she is still breathing on her own with the mask. We ( me and dad ) are thinking she had a panic attack which could have caused this since her day was so hectic. Please continue to pray for her well being and recovery, that any scary things stay away and that her breathing is strong enough to continue without a breathing tube. She has made some strong ground and positive moves forward today, but those scares are extremely hard on all of us.
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So long long day. I don’t even know where to start and gonna keep it as minimal as I can as I am just exhausted. She had a scare about 4 hours ago where she stopped responding, or reacting to us, was unable to reply or acknowledge us. It’s been a very stressful day for her, on top of the extubation, heat from the Cpap mask was also bothering her a lot. We had a moment of her might having a stroke, her left side started to not be as mobile, they went and did a CT scan, and EEG, did not see any major signs, but wanted to do a MRI also to fully look and rule anything out. They did not show any brain bleed or any major things but did find some irregularly on the right side, seemed minor and didn’t seem like a stroke. They are going to review that and get back to us in the morning/early after noon. Right now she is in a stable place, her numbers are looking fine, and she is still breathing on her own with the mask. We ( me and dad ) are thinking she had a panic attack which could have caused this since her day was so hectic. Please continue to pray for her well being and recovery, that any scary things stay away and that her breathing is strong enough to continue without a breathing tube. She has made some strong ground and positive moves forward today, but those scares are extremely hard on all of us.

ash 🤍

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💔💔💔💔URGENT HELP NEEDED💔💔💔💔 Today we were sent this video of this poor dog begging for food, desperate for attention at a supermarket. Hours later she was still there, begging for attention from anyone near but just ignored 💔 She had a collar and after speaking to a few locals they managed to track down the family of who she belonged to. The owner had sadly died recently and the family didn’t want her anymore so threw her out. Now the poor girl spends her time staying local and trying to find her owner 💔 Our hearts are absolutely broken for this girl, once a beloved pet and now her owners heartless family have thrown her out like trash 💔 Our rescuer couldn’t take her today as she had an onward journey but she is safe in a locals yard and we can get her to pension tomorrow if we raise her funds. We need to raise for a couple of months in pension plus her vet preps disease testing etc. She just deserves better and we know we can give that to her ♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹 If anyone can help us save this sweet girl please use Ref: GIRL Bank and PayPal Details Bank details: Name: Second Chance Dog Rescue CIC Account Number: 53479449 Sort Code: 608371 Thank you so much everyone for your support as always ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
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💔💔💔💔URGENT HELP NEEDED💔💔💔💔 Today we were sent this video of this poor dog begging for food, desperate for attention at a supermarket. Hours later she was still there, begging for attention from anyone near but just ignored 💔 She had a collar and after speaking to a few locals they managed to track down the family of who she belonged to. The owner had sadly died recently and the family didn’t want her anymore so threw her out. Now the poor girl spends her time staying local and trying to find her owner 💔 Our hearts are absolutely broken for this girl, once a beloved pet and now her owners heartless family have thrown her out like trash 💔 Our rescuer couldn’t take her today as she had an onward journey but she is safe in a locals yard and we can get her to pension tomorrow if we raise her funds. We need to raise for a couple of months in pension plus her vet preps disease testing etc. She just deserves better and we know we can give that to her ♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹♥️❤️‍🩹 If anyone can help us save this sweet girl please use Ref: GIRL Bank and PayPal Details Bank details: Name: Second Chance Dog Rescue CIC Account Number: 53479449 Sort Code: 608371 Thank you so much everyone for your support as always ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Second Chance Dog Rescue

57,403 görüntüleme • 6 ay önce

Saturday is my mom’s funeral. I want to tell a story about her. When we were kids growing up in NYC, we were taught to love the NYPD and FDNY. Especially after 9/11. Every year she’d take us to run Tunnel to Towers Foundation, where you run from Brooklyn through the tunnel to the World Trade Center just like FDNY hero Stephen Siller did on September 11. She’d stop to shake every cop’s hand she could. Three years ago she was diagnosed with brain cancer. The disease and the surgery shut down her body, making it hard for her to do anything. But she wanted to run the race, and I wasn’t going to tell her she shouldn’t. So we drove up to New York from DC to run it, and of course it’s pouring rain for the race. And even though she could barely walk, she ran. I took this video of her running across the finish line. Her whole right side was shut down, and it hurt like hell, but she ran. So we just signed up to run it again this year in her honor, and are raising money for Tunnel to Towers Foundation in her name as Team Melanie Cash. There’s no organization she’d rather support. And if you want to run with us, drinks are on me after the race, which she’d also support.
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Saturday is my mom’s funeral. I want to tell a story about her. When we were kids growing up in NYC, we were taught to love the NYPD and FDNY. Especially after 9/11. Every year she’d take us to run Tunnel to Towers Foundation, where you run from Brooklyn through the tunnel to the World Trade Center just like FDNY hero Stephen Siller did on September 11. She’d stop to shake every cop’s hand she could. Three years ago she was diagnosed with brain cancer. The disease and the surgery shut down her body, making it hard for her to do anything. But she wanted to run the race, and I wasn’t going to tell her she shouldn’t. So we drove up to New York from DC to run it, and of course it’s pouring rain for the race. And even though she could barely walk, she ran. I took this video of her running across the finish line. Her whole right side was shut down, and it hurt like hell, but she ran. So we just signed up to run it again this year in her honor, and are raising money for Tunnel to Towers Foundation in her name as Team Melanie Cash. There’s no organization she’d rather support. And if you want to run with us, drinks are on me after the race, which she’d also support.

Brent Scher

157,515 görüntüleme • 11 ay önce

Catwoman uses a grapple gun to zip up to buildings and she has a built in wingsuit. #LegoBatmanGame We already knew this, I just wanted to see it in action in a free roam setting. I’ve started to make my peace with it somewhat. I’ve already made my peace with the wing suit, but the grapple will take and getting used to only because I think she should be able to utilize her whip as the grapple and please do not give me that thing about “it’s not long enough” she was able to utilize it in the Arkham games (please see my attached screenshot reference of me literally playing Arkham city right now and the whip length) and it didn’t even properly wrap around things and the length was inconsistent when she used it to get to the top of buildings I’m not saying that she needs to be able to scale the buildings like she doesn’t ask them because I understand the movement will not work like that in this game giving the open world, but it will be very nice if her grapple to zip up to buildings was replaced with her whip. It’s a Lego game who cares about the inconsistent lengths of the whip? Regardless, I am super super excited and I cannot wait to get this game in my hands on the 19th
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Catwoman uses a grapple gun to zip up to buildings and she has a built in wingsuit. #LegoBatmanGame We already knew this, I just wanted to see it in action in a free roam setting. I’ve started to make my peace with it somewhat. I’ve already made my peace with the wing suit, but the grapple will take and getting used to only because I think she should be able to utilize her whip as the grapple and please do not give me that thing about “it’s not long enough” she was able to utilize it in the Arkham games (please see my attached screenshot reference of me literally playing Arkham city right now and the whip length) and it didn’t even properly wrap around things and the length was inconsistent when she used it to get to the top of buildings I’m not saying that she needs to be able to scale the buildings like she doesn’t ask them because I understand the movement will not work like that in this game giving the open world, but it will be very nice if her grapple to zip up to buildings was replaced with her whip. It’s a Lego game who cares about the inconsistent lengths of the whip? Regardless, I am super super excited and I cannot wait to get this game in my hands on the 19th

Sysunn

14,154 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

It’s Friday 8th March 2024. As I walk into London’s iconic Westminster Hall for the graduation ceremony of Masters in Clinical Trials London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine , I count myself privileged to have my lovely wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye and our daughter,Adesewa in my company. The master of ceremonies starts by reminding us that the date is international women’s day. I wished in my mind that my late mum was alive to see this. She sacrificed a commonwealth scholarship towards a Masters in the UK,just to make sure her kids were fine in a time family crisis. A crisis which cost her health. Indeed many mothers in our dear country 🇳🇬 (and across the world) continue to make untold sacrifices in the face of socioeconomic uncertainty. She was so excited about my Masters program but alas, faith would not allow her experience the joy of my graduation. As I take my seat with my colleagues in the front rows, I recollect other memories of her….. She home-schooled me as soon as I could hold a pen; while still in diapers. She ensured that I didn't have to go through nursery class ,even though my school had insisted. I had to write the promotion exam to primary 1 in my first week in Nursery school just to prove my case. She made sure I left primary school in class 4 after coaching me on the common entrance exams for secondary schools, while still in Primary 3. She always made sure I came top of my class in every exam and was sorely disappointed when I came 2nd in my final exam in primary 4 (by one mark). Safe to say she wasn’t amused when I told her to relax since I already had 6 offers for admission into secondary school! She felt I took my feet off the academic pedal. She even taught me, as an adult, how to drive my first car,a manual gear exchange Toyota. I still wonder why I bought that model;it was so stressful! She kept encouraging me to be the best I could ever be. To go to the places she could never go (even though she had an excellent academic knowledge of the world through her career as a geography teacher). To achieve the things she aspired to but could not accomplish because of the unfair cards she was dealt with. She raised me to be humble,kind,courteous,hardworking,easy going and gentlemanly. The only time she beat me was when I almost drowned after disobeying her instruction not to go swimming with friends. I now know that she caned me more out of fear of loosing me. I smile as I remember the tears… I wipe a tear off my face when my faculty is brought up the stage. As my name is called, I quietly say out her name and walk the podium. The steps I take on the stage were in her memory, a fitting tribute to the sacrifices she made over the years. Rest in Peace Mum; your legacy lives on and your foot prints in the sands of time will not be forgotten. Let’s all continue to honor the women who inspire us✌️
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It’s Friday 8th March 2024. As I walk into London’s iconic Westminster Hall for the graduation ceremony of Masters in Clinical Trials London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine , I count myself privileged to have my lovely wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye and our daughter,Adesewa in my company. The master of ceremonies starts by reminding us that the date is international women’s day. I wished in my mind that my late mum was alive to see this. She sacrificed a commonwealth scholarship towards a Masters in the UK,just to make sure her kids were fine in a time family crisis. A crisis which cost her health. Indeed many mothers in our dear country 🇳🇬 (and across the world) continue to make untold sacrifices in the face of socioeconomic uncertainty. She was so excited about my Masters program but alas, faith would not allow her experience the joy of my graduation. As I take my seat with my colleagues in the front rows, I recollect other memories of her….. She home-schooled me as soon as I could hold a pen; while still in diapers. She ensured that I didn't have to go through nursery class ,even though my school had insisted. I had to write the promotion exam to primary 1 in my first week in Nursery school just to prove my case. She made sure I left primary school in class 4 after coaching me on the common entrance exams for secondary schools, while still in Primary 3. She always made sure I came top of my class in every exam and was sorely disappointed when I came 2nd in my final exam in primary 4 (by one mark). Safe to say she wasn’t amused when I told her to relax since I already had 6 offers for admission into secondary school! She felt I took my feet off the academic pedal. She even taught me, as an adult, how to drive my first car,a manual gear exchange Toyota. I still wonder why I bought that model;it was so stressful! She kept encouraging me to be the best I could ever be. To go to the places she could never go (even though she had an excellent academic knowledge of the world through her career as a geography teacher). To achieve the things she aspired to but could not accomplish because of the unfair cards she was dealt with. She raised me to be humble,kind,courteous,hardworking,easy going and gentlemanly. The only time she beat me was when I almost drowned after disobeying her instruction not to go swimming with friends. I now know that she caned me more out of fear of loosing me. I smile as I remember the tears… I wipe a tear off my face when my faculty is brought up the stage. As my name is called, I quietly say out her name and walk the podium. The steps I take on the stage were in her memory, a fitting tribute to the sacrifices she made over the years. Rest in Peace Mum; your legacy lives on and your foot prints in the sands of time will not be forgotten. Let’s all continue to honor the women who inspire us✌️

Ademola Adeyeye

22,198 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

They discovered Rosie beside a quiet stretch of railway tracks — a place no animal should ever have been left to suffer. Her small body lay pressed into the dirt, broken and exhausted, crying from pain that had lasted far longer than anyone could imagine. For two full days, she had remained there. Two days of cold. Two days of unbearable pain. Two days waiting for someone who might never come. When rescuers finally arrived, she managed to raise her head just slightly, as if begging them not to leave her behind the way others had. At the veterinary clinic, the truth about her condition emerged piece by piece — and it was even worse than the scene where they found her. Her spine was fractured. Her hind legs were paralyzed. Her body was dangerously cold, severely dehydrated, and so weak it seemed close to shutting down. Then came another devastating discovery: a vaginal hemorrhage caused by a transmissible venereal tumor. It became clear that her suffering hadn’t started with the train. It had begun long before. Still, the team chose to fight for her life. Treatment began slowly — hour by hour, step by step — even though the odds were not in her favor. They couldn’t accept that she had endured so much only to die beside a railway. By Day 45, a small sign of hope appeared. Her cytostatic treatments were completed. A tiny wheelchair had been prepared for her — designed for dogs whose bodies refuse to give up even when their legs can no longer support them. Hydrotherapy followed, offering gentle rehabilitation and a small chance that she might regain movement someday. Nothing was guaranteed. The rest depended on her determination. And she had plenty of it. By Day 70, another heartbreaking piece of her past came to light. The dog — now named Rosie — once had a family. But they gave her away. She was passed from person to person until she eventually fell into the hands of someone who used her for breeding. She was forced to produce litter after litter. When illness struck — when the tumor and infections appeared — she was no longer useful. So she was abandoned. That is how she ended up beside the railway tracks: injured, bleeding, and completely alone. Not everyone supported the rescuers’ decision to continue fighting for her. Some people criticized them harshly. “You should have euthanized her,” they said. “You’re wasting resources.” “You’re only prolonging her suffering.” In those early days, even the rescuers questioned themselves. Every surgery, every treatment, and every night spent moving her between clinics drained them emotionally and financially. But they kept going because Rosie never stopped trying to live. And eventually, the moment they had hoped for finally arrived. Their effort had not been wasted. Rosie was flown to Germany, where a family welcomed her with open arms. They understood her past, her limitations, and the long road ahead. They didn’t care whether she would walk again. They simply saw her spirit — the way she continued to try, to trust, and to fight — and they chose her. Her recovery continued there. The wheelchair helped her move around. Hydrotherapy gave her the chance to strengthen her legs again. And because her spinal cord had not been completely destroyed, there remained a small but precious possibility that she might walk one day. Slowly, Rosie began adapting to a new life. A life where people cared for her. A life where she was safe. A life where she was no longer used and discarded. A life where she mattered. By Day 90, everything had changed. She could move again — perhaps not exactly as before, but with freedom, determination, and joy. Rosie survived not because of luck, but because people refused to give up on her. She is a fighter. And the family who adopted her continues to stand beside her every step of the way, giving her the life she was denied for so long. If you’d like to see Rosie today — how bright her eyes are now and how happily her tail wags
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They discovered Rosie beside a quiet stretch of railway tracks — a place no animal should ever have been left to suffer. Her small body lay pressed into the dirt, broken and exhausted, crying from pain that had lasted far longer than anyone could imagine. For two full days, she had remained there. Two days of cold. Two days of unbearable pain. Two days waiting for someone who might never come. When rescuers finally arrived, she managed to raise her head just slightly, as if begging them not to leave her behind the way others had. At the veterinary clinic, the truth about her condition emerged piece by piece — and it was even worse than the scene where they found her. Her spine was fractured. Her hind legs were paralyzed. Her body was dangerously cold, severely dehydrated, and so weak it seemed close to shutting down. Then came another devastating discovery: a vaginal hemorrhage caused by a transmissible venereal tumor. It became clear that her suffering hadn’t started with the train. It had begun long before. Still, the team chose to fight for her life. Treatment began slowly — hour by hour, step by step — even though the odds were not in her favor. They couldn’t accept that she had endured so much only to die beside a railway. By Day 45, a small sign of hope appeared. Her cytostatic treatments were completed. A tiny wheelchair had been prepared for her — designed for dogs whose bodies refuse to give up even when their legs can no longer support them. Hydrotherapy followed, offering gentle rehabilitation and a small chance that she might regain movement someday. Nothing was guaranteed. The rest depended on her determination. And she had plenty of it. By Day 70, another heartbreaking piece of her past came to light. The dog — now named Rosie — once had a family. But they gave her away. She was passed from person to person until she eventually fell into the hands of someone who used her for breeding. She was forced to produce litter after litter. When illness struck — when the tumor and infections appeared — she was no longer useful. So she was abandoned. That is how she ended up beside the railway tracks: injured, bleeding, and completely alone. Not everyone supported the rescuers’ decision to continue fighting for her. Some people criticized them harshly. “You should have euthanized her,” they said. “You’re wasting resources.” “You’re only prolonging her suffering.” In those early days, even the rescuers questioned themselves. Every surgery, every treatment, and every night spent moving her between clinics drained them emotionally and financially. But they kept going because Rosie never stopped trying to live. And eventually, the moment they had hoped for finally arrived. Their effort had not been wasted. Rosie was flown to Germany, where a family welcomed her with open arms. They understood her past, her limitations, and the long road ahead. They didn’t care whether she would walk again. They simply saw her spirit — the way she continued to try, to trust, and to fight — and they chose her. Her recovery continued there. The wheelchair helped her move around. Hydrotherapy gave her the chance to strengthen her legs again. And because her spinal cord had not been completely destroyed, there remained a small but precious possibility that she might walk one day. Slowly, Rosie began adapting to a new life. A life where people cared for her. A life where she was safe. A life where she was no longer used and discarded. A life where she mattered. By Day 90, everything had changed. She could move again — perhaps not exactly as before, but with freedom, determination, and joy. Rosie survived not because of luck, but because people refused to give up on her. She is a fighter. And the family who adopted her continues to stand beside her every step of the way, giving her the life she was denied for so long. If you’d like to see Rosie today — how bright her eyes are now and how happily her tail wags

Crazy Moments

12,497 görüntüleme • 28 gün önce

After falsely accusing Rudeboy of rape, in a bid to avoid being brought to justice, àlhájì ayọ̀ disabled her X account, fled social media and her husband’s house. However, she got arrested on the 6th of November 2025, detained, and eventually charged to court of law on the 10th of November 2025. Before I continue, Rudeboy intentionally didn’t drop updates about her arrest so there would be no form of public sympathy that might lead to her release without proper justice. Now let me continue. Just only about 24 hours in detention, she started to complain that she couldn’t breath and her legs were swollen and that she needed medical attention. After so much consideration, she was released to visit the hospital while her lawyer pleaded that she would be back unfailingly by the 10th. Surprisingly, she didn’t come back as promised as her lawyer claimed the health issues was a serious one. The matter was then adjourned to 17th of November, again she failed to show up, claiming she is still under medical supervision. However, the next date of adjournment has been re-fixed for 1st of December 2025. The court has ordered that either her or her lawyer must be present in court unfailingly. Again, let me reiterate that she didn’t go scot-free and she can’t go scott free, rape is a very serious crime, and nobody should be falsely accused of it.
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After falsely accusing Rudeboy of rape, in a bid to avoid being brought to justice, àlhájì ayọ̀ disabled her X account, fled social media and her husband’s house. However, she got arrested on the 6th of November 2025, detained, and eventually charged to court of law on the 10th of November 2025. Before I continue, Rudeboy intentionally didn’t drop updates about her arrest so there would be no form of public sympathy that might lead to her release without proper justice. Now let me continue. Just only about 24 hours in detention, she started to complain that she couldn’t breath and her legs were swollen and that she needed medical attention. After so much consideration, she was released to visit the hospital while her lawyer pleaded that she would be back unfailingly by the 10th. Surprisingly, she didn’t come back as promised as her lawyer claimed the health issues was a serious one. The matter was then adjourned to 17th of November, again she failed to show up, claiming she is still under medical supervision. However, the next date of adjournment has been re-fixed for 1st of December 2025. The court has ordered that either her or her lawyer must be present in court unfailingly. Again, let me reiterate that she didn’t go scot-free and she can’t go scott free, rape is a very serious crime, and nobody should be falsely accused of it.

JOSHUA

3,214,252 görüntüleme • 8 ay önce

To say this has been a month no one ever imagines is possible in life is an understatement Late June… we find out my wife’s father has the same version of lung cancer she has been fighting/beating and that he can’t handle treatment so he only has weeks to live. At the same time, we find out her cancer is back in her hip socket. Better than in 7 spots like before but still, back. So, the oncologist determines 5 rounds of radiation starting July 20th July 4th comes around and we spend as much time as we can with her dad, traveling down to Delaware every week, sitting on the porch, letting him smoke and talk about anything and everything.. telling us “In 75 years they’re still going to be talking about me.. you know why? Because of how I was always smoking in the alley, in the alley (in his best singing voice)” July 10th, phone rings around 9am… we already knew why.. dad was gone. Quietly, peacefully, at home. But still gone, from the exact cancer she just beat. A complete mindfuck. No way to explain, no explanations, just gone. She asks herself why could she beat it and he couldn’t even handle treatment? Some things, we will never know the why to. Fast forward to today. She completes her 5th radiation session on her hip and get to ring the bell as a sign of completion. But, it’s not the same. She used to call dad right after every session to let him know how it went. But today, there was no call. She fights through the tears to let him know she made it, she did it for him, and she will continue to fight for him, and never stop. She is unstoppable She will never quit She is a saint And quietly, when cancer creeps in, she is a savage and will beat this again
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To say this has been a month no one ever imagines is possible in life is an understatement Late June… we find out my wife’s father has the same version of lung cancer she has been fighting/beating and that he can’t handle treatment so he only has weeks to live. At the same time, we find out her cancer is back in her hip socket. Better than in 7 spots like before but still, back. So, the oncologist determines 5 rounds of radiation starting July 20th July 4th comes around and we spend as much time as we can with her dad, traveling down to Delaware every week, sitting on the porch, letting him smoke and talk about anything and everything.. telling us “In 75 years they’re still going to be talking about me.. you know why? Because of how I was always smoking in the alley, in the alley (in his best singing voice)” July 10th, phone rings around 9am… we already knew why.. dad was gone. Quietly, peacefully, at home. But still gone, from the exact cancer she just beat. A complete mindfuck. No way to explain, no explanations, just gone. She asks herself why could she beat it and he couldn’t even handle treatment? Some things, we will never know the why to. Fast forward to today. She completes her 5th radiation session on her hip and get to ring the bell as a sign of completion. But, it’s not the same. She used to call dad right after every session to let him know how it went. But today, there was no call. She fights through the tears to let him know she made it, she did it for him, and she will continue to fight for him, and never stop. She is unstoppable She will never quit She is a saint And quietly, when cancer creeps in, she is a savage and will beat this again

Flecks

12,218 görüntüleme • 6 gün önce

Kate just can’t help herself, "444" has officially become her personal marketing prop. First, it’s holding up a wooden sign in a restaurant, grinning like it’s a cute trend and after that she’s in a nightclub with a massive glowing 444 sign, surrounded by bottles, laughing like it’s all a joke. It’s disgusting to see how low she’ll go to make everything about herself. This isn’t tribute. This isn’t grief. This is Kate exploiting Liam, again, turning something that should be meaningful into a clout-chasing stunt. Her reaction says it all smirking, laughing and treating it like it’s content for a highlight reel instead of something to respect. And, of course, her so-called friends are right there, encouraging this circus, fully part of the game because they know it gets attention. This is not grief, it’s PR, it’s brand-building and it’s vile to watch. The worst part? She’s making a mockery of it every single time she uses 444 for her own spotlight. The way she twists moments like this for attention is beyond gross. She’s not honoring Liam, it's always "me me me", she’s milking every drop of attention out of his name and laughing while doing it. #JusticeForLiam #StopExploitingLiam
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Kate just can’t help herself, "444" has officially become her personal marketing prop. First, it’s holding up a wooden sign in a restaurant, grinning like it’s a cute trend and after that she’s in a nightclub with a massive glowing 444 sign, surrounded by bottles, laughing like it’s all a joke. It’s disgusting to see how low she’ll go to make everything about herself. This isn’t tribute. This isn’t grief. This is Kate exploiting Liam, again, turning something that should be meaningful into a clout-chasing stunt. Her reaction says it all smirking, laughing and treating it like it’s content for a highlight reel instead of something to respect. And, of course, her so-called friends are right there, encouraging this circus, fully part of the game because they know it gets attention. This is not grief, it’s PR, it’s brand-building and it’s vile to watch. The worst part? She’s making a mockery of it every single time she uses 444 for her own spotlight. The way she twists moments like this for attention is beyond gross. She’s not honoring Liam, it's always "me me me", she’s milking every drop of attention out of his name and laughing while doing it. #JusticeForLiam #StopExploitingLiam

Iris

17,512 görüntüleme • 1 yıl önce

"Arguing with her is falling into her frame." –Rivelino EXAMPLE In this scene from Titanic, Rose knows that Cal is trying to impress her, so she purposely provokes him by doubting the size of the ship Rose is looking to see if she can get a reaction out of him. And she does. He reacts defensively and argues logically A double mistake When a woman tries to start an argument with you, she's testing to see if you're stupid enough to take her seriously If you do take her seriously and argue with her, you fall into her frame and essentially fall into her trap. Whereas if you treat her like an adorable petulant child, you pass the test and sidestep the trap In this scene, Cal reacts the wrong way to Rose's shit test. He falls into her frame by arguing with her and he tries to change her mind using facts ROSE: I don't see what the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than Mauretania CAL: [facts logic boring boring] When a man tries to convince a woman by using facts and logic, she instinctively realizes that he doesn't understand women, how they feel, how they function This is a massive turn off She doesn't want to be with a man who doesn't understand her true feminine essence So what should a man say instead of arguing with her? My two favorite standard replies to any sort of petulant shit test from a girl are "You're precious" and "You're adorable" Remember, she is like a child She wants to feel your mastery over her –– and she wants to see that you have mastery over your own emotions If Cal knew how to handle Rose, he would avoid arguing with her. Instead, he would say something like this: ROSE: I don't see what the fuss is about. It doesn't look bigger than Mauretania CAL: Oh Rose, you're so adorable Much better If your girl says something to make you angry and you feel yourself losing your temper, instead of calling her stupid call her adorable "You're so fucking adorable" You can even keep the same angry tone Over time, you will start reframing and training your brain to see her as an adorable (petulant) child Remember, when you think in your mind "she is annoying", that means she has gotten to you, she has rattled you, and that's bad When you think in your mind "she is adorable", that means you see her like a child And why is she adorable? Well, she's your girl, right? If she isn't adorable –– if she really is stupid, annoying, complaining all the time, disrespecting you all the time, then maybe you need to let her go and find yourself another girl. It sounds like her heart is closed off to you But if she is your girl and you do love her, then she's adorable, and her "annoying" shit tests just mean that she misses you and needs your reassurance that you can handle her moods and her occasional feminine chaos She wants to feel your masculine strength, she wants to feel your amused mastery, your power and control over her emotions She wants to feel safe in your arms She wants to trust you
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"Arguing with her is falling into her frame." –Rivelino EXAMPLE In this scene from Titanic, Rose knows that Cal is trying to impress her, so she purposely provokes him by doubting the size of the ship Rose is looking to see if she can get a reaction out of him. And she does. He reacts defensively and argues logically A double mistake When a woman tries to start an argument with you, she's testing to see if you're stupid enough to take her seriously If you do take her seriously and argue with her, you fall into her frame and essentially fall into her trap. Whereas if you treat her like an adorable petulant child, you pass the test and sidestep the trap In this scene, Cal reacts the wrong way to Rose's shit test. He falls into her frame by arguing with her and he tries to change her mind using facts ROSE: I don't see what the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than Mauretania CAL: [facts logic boring boring] When a man tries to convince a woman by using facts and logic, she instinctively realizes that he doesn't understand women, how they feel, how they function This is a massive turn off She doesn't want to be with a man who doesn't understand her true feminine essence So what should a man say instead of arguing with her? My two favorite standard replies to any sort of petulant shit test from a girl are "You're precious" and "You're adorable" Remember, she is like a child She wants to feel your mastery over her –– and she wants to see that you have mastery over your own emotions If Cal knew how to handle Rose, he would avoid arguing with her. Instead, he would say something like this: ROSE: I don't see what the fuss is about. It doesn't look bigger than Mauretania CAL: Oh Rose, you're so adorable Much better If your girl says something to make you angry and you feel yourself losing your temper, instead of calling her stupid call her adorable "You're so fucking adorable" You can even keep the same angry tone Over time, you will start reframing and training your brain to see her as an adorable (petulant) child Remember, when you think in your mind "she is annoying", that means she has gotten to you, she has rattled you, and that's bad When you think in your mind "she is adorable", that means you see her like a child And why is she adorable? Well, she's your girl, right? If she isn't adorable –– if she really is stupid, annoying, complaining all the time, disrespecting you all the time, then maybe you need to let her go and find yourself another girl. It sounds like her heart is closed off to you But if she is your girl and you do love her, then she's adorable, and her "annoying" shit tests just mean that she misses you and needs your reassurance that you can handle her moods and her occasional feminine chaos She wants to feel your masculine strength, she wants to feel your amused mastery, your power and control over her emotions She wants to feel safe in your arms She wants to trust you

Rivelino

261,428 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

YESTERDAY WAS THAT DAY 😊😊😊 A DAY WITH THE Bolajiogunmolatv 🫶🏽 Have your fav decided to fly all the way just to surprise you? NOOO! So shift back 🤣🤭 I was shocked. It’s very hard to surprise me cos I will always pick up a clue or my instinct will kick in but this time I was legit shocked.. And the fact that she didn’t post in real time for 12 hours so I won’t suspect sealed everything. I was shaking for more than 5 mins. Like how? What! My head wan blow 🤯🤯🤯 When she said “I just came to see you. I came to Abuja for you”… I thought she was whining me but this woman came to my place straight from the airport, spent the day with me and my sisters and left first thing this morning. She didn’t even tell her Abuja friends she was coming just so we can enjoy the day together 🥹🥹. Don’t tell me not to feel special, it’s too late. I AM ALREADY FEELING EXTREMELY SPECIAL 🥰 MY HEAD WAN BURST 🥹🤣 -She came with her brother and was intentional about coming to help me Make content for my brand. His work rate >>>>.. In her words “you gave me your time and that is very important to me”… if you know me, you will know the easiest way to finish me is by supporting my brand 😭🙏🏽🫶🏽 -I have been asking her to send in her measurements for months. Well she came for physical measurements. 💅🏽 -She is such a vibe and holds the best conversation. We were gisting for hours like we knew each other for years.😊 -I got sneak peak of our next YouTube movie and y’all better be ready. Another banger dropping soon 🎉🎉 -Oh! And did I tell you how KIND she is. KIND, GRACEFUL,THOUGHTFUL,HER PRESENCE IS SO SOOTHING AND HER MIND IS BRILLIANT.. She came bearing gifts too. I didn’t even open it cos I was too excited to see her. Will go and open it later today… -SHE IS SOOO PRETTY. OMG! Camera is not doing any justice abeg. Too beautiful and portable. TV definitely makes them look bigger. -Gave her a tour of our 80% done fashion space and she wanted to use hype to finish me. Advised, prayed and encouraged me. -Then we went to watch AJOSEPO the gathering for the 5th time with her. She brought my own personal premiere to me 💅🏽 -Funfact; This was something she didn’t have to do but she did just to show me love. She already messaged me to thank me several times and even chatted on video call and it was very okay. I was always telling her the “Thank you” was enough so you see how this was such a big deal. THANK YOU SO MUCH WIFEY. Yesterday was super special because of you 🫶🏽.. One of the edits her amazing brother did on the spot. 👇🏽👇🏽. He is too good 👍
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YESTERDAY WAS THAT DAY 😊😊😊 A DAY WITH THE Bolajiogunmolatv 🫶🏽 Have your fav decided to fly all the way just to surprise you? NOOO! So shift back 🤣🤭 I was shocked. It’s very hard to surprise me cos I will always pick up a clue or my instinct will kick in but this time I was legit shocked.. And the fact that she didn’t post in real time for 12 hours so I won’t suspect sealed everything. I was shaking for more than 5 mins. Like how? What! My head wan blow 🤯🤯🤯 When she said “I just came to see you. I came to Abuja for you”… I thought she was whining me but this woman came to my place straight from the airport, spent the day with me and my sisters and left first thing this morning. She didn’t even tell her Abuja friends she was coming just so we can enjoy the day together 🥹🥹. Don’t tell me not to feel special, it’s too late. I AM ALREADY FEELING EXTREMELY SPECIAL 🥰 MY HEAD WAN BURST 🥹🤣 -She came with her brother and was intentional about coming to help me Make content for my brand. His work rate >>>>.. In her words “you gave me your time and that is very important to me”… if you know me, you will know the easiest way to finish me is by supporting my brand 😭🙏🏽🫶🏽 -I have been asking her to send in her measurements for months. Well she came for physical measurements. 💅🏽 -She is such a vibe and holds the best conversation. We were gisting for hours like we knew each other for years.😊 -I got sneak peak of our next YouTube movie and y’all better be ready. Another banger dropping soon 🎉🎉 -Oh! And did I tell you how KIND she is. KIND, GRACEFUL,THOUGHTFUL,HER PRESENCE IS SO SOOTHING AND HER MIND IS BRILLIANT.. She came bearing gifts too. I didn’t even open it cos I was too excited to see her. Will go and open it later today… -SHE IS SOOO PRETTY. OMG! Camera is not doing any justice abeg. Too beautiful and portable. TV definitely makes them look bigger. -Gave her a tour of our 80% done fashion space and she wanted to use hype to finish me. Advised, prayed and encouraged me. -Then we went to watch AJOSEPO the gathering for the 5th time with her. She brought my own personal premiere to me 💅🏽 -Funfact; This was something she didn’t have to do but she did just to show me love. She already messaged me to thank me several times and even chatted on video call and it was very okay. I was always telling her the “Thank you” was enough so you see how this was such a big deal. THANK YOU SO MUCH WIFEY. Yesterday was super special because of you 🫶🏽.. One of the edits her amazing brother did on the spot. 👇🏽👇🏽. He is too good 👍

Ayeesha (Adore By Ayeesha)

82,052 görüntüleme • 1 ay önce

I remember when Nicki Minaj used to be so open with her life and truly let the Barbz into her world. That kind of access doesn’t happen by accident it came from love and trust. But looking at things now, I understand why she moves differently The truth is, a lot of people don’t respect her the way they should. Too many are fake, and loyalty just isn’t what it used to be. There was a time when she had no problem showing up for her fans paying for dinners, celebrating birthdays, even attending fans’ parties. She gave real support because she genuinely cared. And it’s sad to see how easily some people have taken that for granted I could never sit back and let someone disrespect Nicki. I’ve argued with family, lost friendships, and stood ten toes down behind her because that’s what loyalty looks like to me. She has shaped culture and impacted my life in a way I will never overlook. We are her fanbase but why don’t some of y’all act like it anymore? It’s easy to point fingers, but sometimes we need to look at ourselves and the energy we bring as a community Loyalty isn’t something you can teach. You either have it, or you don’t. And maybe that’s exactly why she protects her space more now
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I remember when Nicki Minaj used to be so open with her life and truly let the Barbz into her world. That kind of access doesn’t happen by accident it came from love and trust. But looking at things now, I understand why she moves differently The truth is, a lot of people don’t respect her the way they should. Too many are fake, and loyalty just isn’t what it used to be. There was a time when she had no problem showing up for her fans paying for dinners, celebrating birthdays, even attending fans’ parties. She gave real support because she genuinely cared. And it’s sad to see how easily some people have taken that for granted I could never sit back and let someone disrespect Nicki. I’ve argued with family, lost friendships, and stood ten toes down behind her because that’s what loyalty looks like to me. She has shaped culture and impacted my life in a way I will never overlook. We are her fanbase but why don’t some of y’all act like it anymore? It’s easy to point fingers, but sometimes we need to look at ourselves and the energy we bring as a community Loyalty isn’t something you can teach. You either have it, or you don’t. And maybe that’s exactly why she protects her space more now

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕖

41,587 görüntüleme • 5 ay önce

St. Thérèse of Lisieux once admitted something many people do not expect from a saint. There was a sister in her convent who irritated her constantly. Not a terrible person. Not openly cruel. Just someone who got under her skin in small, daily ways. Thérèse honestly wrote that “a holy nun of our community annoyed me in all that she did.” Most people would avoid someone like that. Thérèse chose something harder. She remembered that love is not just a feeling. She wrote, “I remembered that charity ought to betray itself in deeds, and not exist merely in the feelings.” So instead of becoming cold, sarcastic, or impatient, she made a decision to love this sister through actions. She smiled at her. Spoke gently to her. Prayed for her often. Looked for the good in her soul. Even when she did not feel like it. And when conversations started becoming tense, Thérèse chose peace over proving herself right. She followed this wisdom: “It is more profitable to leave everyone to his way of thinking than to give way to contentious discourses.” Sometimes she quietly stepped away so frustration would not turn into sin. That part matters. Sometimes people defend impatience and harshness as “just being honest.” But Thérèse understood that self-control and charity are also signs of spiritual maturity. Over time, the sister noticed how kind Thérèse always was and asked why she treated her so gently. Thérèse later explained the reason. She was trying to love Jesus hidden within that sister’s soul. That is real charity. Not loving only when it feels easy. Not loving only people who agree with you. Not loving only when you get something back. But choosing love anyway. In a culture where people quickly cut others off, expose them publicly, and end relationships over disagreements, do you think Christians today are becoming less patient with difficult people? 💬 What is harder for you personally: forgiving someone or continuing to treat them kindly afterward?
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St. Thérèse of Lisieux once admitted something many people do not expect from a saint. There was a sister in her convent who irritated her constantly. Not a terrible person. Not openly cruel. Just someone who got under her skin in small, daily ways. Thérèse honestly wrote that “a holy nun of our community annoyed me in all that she did.” Most people would avoid someone like that. Thérèse chose something harder. She remembered that love is not just a feeling. She wrote, “I remembered that charity ought to betray itself in deeds, and not exist merely in the feelings.” So instead of becoming cold, sarcastic, or impatient, she made a decision to love this sister through actions. She smiled at her. Spoke gently to her. Prayed for her often. Looked for the good in her soul. Even when she did not feel like it. And when conversations started becoming tense, Thérèse chose peace over proving herself right. She followed this wisdom: “It is more profitable to leave everyone to his way of thinking than to give way to contentious discourses.” Sometimes she quietly stepped away so frustration would not turn into sin. That part matters. Sometimes people defend impatience and harshness as “just being honest.” But Thérèse understood that self-control and charity are also signs of spiritual maturity. Over time, the sister noticed how kind Thérèse always was and asked why she treated her so gently. Thérèse later explained the reason. She was trying to love Jesus hidden within that sister’s soul. That is real charity. Not loving only when it feels easy. Not loving only people who agree with you. Not loving only when you get something back. But choosing love anyway. In a culture where people quickly cut others off, expose them publicly, and end relationships over disagreements, do you think Christians today are becoming less patient with difficult people? 💬 What is harder for you personally: forgiving someone or continuing to treat them kindly afterward?

Dana Rachel 🇻🇦

23,224 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

I know many people have seen this video but I’d like to break it down a bit. I found this interesting for the timeline I’ve been putting together. Many of you have seen it. I’ll publish it again soon updated. Mark met Candace before she was anyone at TPUsa? Back in early 2017 at a TPUsa event? This is when she started doing her YouTube videos that took off. Was she stalking conservative events and high profile people to get into the circle? Did she stalk Charlie for months at events? Interesting. I remember her talking once about running around a TPUsa event handing out her cards to people so they’d know who she was. And then when Mark met her he offered to help her financially by giving her 1k a month for her bills. By just meeting her at an event? Because he was impressed with her. And thought she had potential. And she wasn’t a TpUSA employee? She’s good at manipulating for sure then. Then Charlie hires her at TPUsa in November about 6 months later then when Mark met her. That seems to be when she sent Mark the vile text saying she didn’t want to ever talk to him again with no explanation. I think it’s because she didn’t need him anymore. She succeeded in getting Charlie to hire her. It lines up. Then he says Charlie and him are hunting while the Kanye blowup is going on. So it’s really early in the Candace saga when Charlie says he needs to apologize for something. That people don’t change meaning Candace. That was Oct 2018. He says on that trip it was obvious Candace and Charlie had issues. Remember Candace was fired in May of 2019 from TPUsa. So Candace was being vicious from the beginning? I bet she was the one blowing up his phone in this clip. I wonder how long after Charlie hired Candace he regretted it. I bet immediately but he had her sign a contract the day he met her so he was locked in. My question is all this is was she stalking TPUsa events to get hired before Dave Rubin introduced Charle and Candace? Dave met her in early 2017 too. Mark says he tried to warn PragerU and DW about her. And that PragerU ended ugly. Why would these companies hire her after they saw what she had done at TPUsa. That will always confuse me. No matter how popular someone is if your friends are telling you she’s psychotic why would you invite that in? Just thinking out loud. So she’s made enemies with Dave, Mark, Dennis, Jeremy, Andrew, Blake, Mikey and everyone that she’s come into contact with. They all say she’s psycho. But she’s not the problem? Anyone see a pattern? Common denominator?
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I know many people have seen this video but I’d like to break it down a bit. I found this interesting for the timeline I’ve been putting together. Many of you have seen it. I’ll publish it again soon updated. Mark met Candace before she was anyone at TPUsa? Back in early 2017 at a TPUsa event? This is when she started doing her YouTube videos that took off. Was she stalking conservative events and high profile people to get into the circle? Did she stalk Charlie for months at events? Interesting. I remember her talking once about running around a TPUsa event handing out her cards to people so they’d know who she was. And then when Mark met her he offered to help her financially by giving her 1k a month for her bills. By just meeting her at an event? Because he was impressed with her. And thought she had potential. And she wasn’t a TpUSA employee? She’s good at manipulating for sure then. Then Charlie hires her at TPUsa in November about 6 months later then when Mark met her. That seems to be when she sent Mark the vile text saying she didn’t want to ever talk to him again with no explanation. I think it’s because she didn’t need him anymore. She succeeded in getting Charlie to hire her. It lines up. Then he says Charlie and him are hunting while the Kanye blowup is going on. So it’s really early in the Candace saga when Charlie says he needs to apologize for something. That people don’t change meaning Candace. That was Oct 2018. He says on that trip it was obvious Candace and Charlie had issues. Remember Candace was fired in May of 2019 from TPUsa. So Candace was being vicious from the beginning? I bet she was the one blowing up his phone in this clip. I wonder how long after Charlie hired Candace he regretted it. I bet immediately but he had her sign a contract the day he met her so he was locked in. My question is all this is was she stalking TPUsa events to get hired before Dave Rubin introduced Charle and Candace? Dave met her in early 2017 too. Mark says he tried to warn PragerU and DW about her. And that PragerU ended ugly. Why would these companies hire her after they saw what she had done at TPUsa. That will always confuse me. No matter how popular someone is if your friends are telling you she’s psychotic why would you invite that in? Just thinking out loud. So she’s made enemies with Dave, Mark, Dennis, Jeremy, Andrew, Blake, Mikey and everyone that she’s come into contact with. They all say she’s psycho. But she’s not the problem? Anyone see a pattern? Common denominator?

Raven Grace 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

12,435 görüntüleme • 26 gün önce

Four years ago, my mother walked into a hospital corridor, trusting that everything would be alright. She kissed my sister's forehead, whispered “See you soon, my baby,” and disappeared behind those swinging doors. The last piece of her my sister ever held was the warmth of her hand slipping from hers. She never came back. We were handed a death certificate instead, words carved into my soul forever; “unnatural cause of death.” No why? No how? No who? Just an official stamp sealing her murder as mystery, her life reduced to redacted files and bureaucratic shrugs. Four endless years of clawing at locked doors, pleading with deaf ears, screaming into a void that swallows every cry for truth. The hospital walls still echo with what they refuse to say. What blade slipped? What monitor flatlined unnoticed? What careless hand turned our world to ash? The grief is a living beast inside me. It wakes me gasping in the darkest moments of the night, clawing at my chest until I feel like I can’t breathe. It sits heavy at every family table where her chair stays empty, her laughter a ghost that haunts the silence. I see her face in my dreams often, hear her voice calling my name, feel her arms around me, and wake to the brutal truth that it was all stolen. Stolen by what? Stolen by why? Stolen by a system that protects the guilty and buries the innocent. That hole she left is bottomless. It swallows light, swallows hope, swallows me whole some days. I’m angry at the people who failed her, at the country that lets this happen again and again, at myself for not being able to save her. But mostly I’m just brokenhearted. I still carry her. In every tear that falls when no one’s watching. In every fight for answers when exhaustion begs me to stop. In every breath I take because she can’t. To every South African family trapped in this same nightmare, your pain is real. Your rage is righteous. Your refusal to forget is sacred. We are not “over it.” We will never be “over it.” We are mothers, fathers, children asking for justice in a place that would rather we stayed quiet. I would give anything and everything to hear her say my name one more time. To feel her hand in mine. To have five more minutes. Rest, my heart. One day, the truth will come roaring out, and then justice will be for the Lord. Justice will always be in our Lord's hands. Thank you, Grok for bringing my mother back to life. ❤️
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Four years ago, my mother walked into a hospital corridor, trusting that everything would be alright. She kissed my sister's forehead, whispered “See you soon, my baby,” and disappeared behind those swinging doors. The last piece of her my sister ever held was the warmth of her hand slipping from hers. She never came back. We were handed a death certificate instead, words carved into my soul forever; “unnatural cause of death.” No why? No how? No who? Just an official stamp sealing her murder as mystery, her life reduced to redacted files and bureaucratic shrugs. Four endless years of clawing at locked doors, pleading with deaf ears, screaming into a void that swallows every cry for truth. The hospital walls still echo with what they refuse to say. What blade slipped? What monitor flatlined unnoticed? What careless hand turned our world to ash? The grief is a living beast inside me. It wakes me gasping in the darkest moments of the night, clawing at my chest until I feel like I can’t breathe. It sits heavy at every family table where her chair stays empty, her laughter a ghost that haunts the silence. I see her face in my dreams often, hear her voice calling my name, feel her arms around me, and wake to the brutal truth that it was all stolen. Stolen by what? Stolen by why? Stolen by a system that protects the guilty and buries the innocent. That hole she left is bottomless. It swallows light, swallows hope, swallows me whole some days. I’m angry at the people who failed her, at the country that lets this happen again and again, at myself for not being able to save her. But mostly I’m just brokenhearted. I still carry her. In every tear that falls when no one’s watching. In every fight for answers when exhaustion begs me to stop. In every breath I take because she can’t. To every South African family trapped in this same nightmare, your pain is real. Your rage is righteous. Your refusal to forget is sacred. We are not “over it.” We will never be “over it.” We are mothers, fathers, children asking for justice in a place that would rather we stayed quiet. I would give anything and everything to hear her say my name one more time. To feel her hand in mine. To have five more minutes. Rest, my heart. One day, the truth will come roaring out, and then justice will be for the Lord. Justice will always be in our Lord's hands. Thank you, Grok for bringing my mother back to life. ❤️

Alice VL

11,007 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

This is for a girl with a pure soul and a huge heart 💔 she just wanted to dance. Naomie Aliza Bikhar, 23 A French-Israeli citizen She was murdered by Hamas terrorists at the Supernova music festival on Oct 7. This is her story: She attended the rave alongside her boyfriend, Oz Ezra, who was also slain that day. The pair tried to flee the onslaught of terrorists, and Oz was shot in the shoulder but continued to run for safety. At the Shaar Hanegev junction, Naomie was killed by a group of terrorists while on a video call with her friends. She was buried in Ashdod on October 9. She is survived by her mother, Simona, and her siblings Livnat, David, Noa and Aviv. Born in France, she and her family moved to Israel when she was 13, following the death of her father, Jacky, according to a eulogy posted on the Ashdod municipal website. The family settled in Ashdod, where she attended religious schools After finishing school, Naomie followed her older sister Livnat into the world of cosmetology, after years of practicing on her friends. Her family said she loved to travel, loved parties and raves — where she met Oz — and was always singing and dancing. Her childhood friend, Eliahu Cohen, wrote on Instagram that he wanted to thank Naomie “for being a huge part of my life, not a day went by when we wouldn’t meet up and spend time together, there wasn’t a day when you didn’t make me laugh so hard it hurt.” Eliahu wrote that he misses “arguing with you about songs” in the car, getting coffee together, how she would send him his horoscope every morning. “Thank you for turning everywhere we went into one big adventure, from Mexico to Greece or even just going to the mall,” he added. “Thank you for lighting up my life and always giving me the best advice, thank you for always lifting my spirits with your crazy joy for life, that you had until your last moments. Thanks for all the times when I needed you and you showed up for me.” Naomie’s mother, Simona, wrote that she was “memorializing you at every opportunity. Thanks to you I was privileged to have a girl with a pure soul, a huge heart, always loved to help others. You’d always bring all your friends over and style them and do their hair and makeup — it was so important to you that others had more than you.” “You are so very missed… my Nono, mom loves you and misses you, and every day I thank God for giving you to me for 23 years.” May Naomie’s memory forever be a blessing 🕯️
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This is for a girl with a pure soul and a huge heart 💔 she just wanted to dance. Naomie Aliza Bikhar, 23 A French-Israeli citizen She was murdered by Hamas terrorists at the Supernova music festival on Oct 7. This is her story: She attended the rave alongside her boyfriend, Oz Ezra, who was also slain that day. The pair tried to flee the onslaught of terrorists, and Oz was shot in the shoulder but continued to run for safety. At the Shaar Hanegev junction, Naomie was killed by a group of terrorists while on a video call with her friends. She was buried in Ashdod on October 9. She is survived by her mother, Simona, and her siblings Livnat, David, Noa and Aviv. Born in France, she and her family moved to Israel when she was 13, following the death of her father, Jacky, according to a eulogy posted on the Ashdod municipal website. The family settled in Ashdod, where she attended religious schools After finishing school, Naomie followed her older sister Livnat into the world of cosmetology, after years of practicing on her friends. Her family said she loved to travel, loved parties and raves — where she met Oz — and was always singing and dancing. Her childhood friend, Eliahu Cohen, wrote on Instagram that he wanted to thank Naomie “for being a huge part of my life, not a day went by when we wouldn’t meet up and spend time together, there wasn’t a day when you didn’t make me laugh so hard it hurt.” Eliahu wrote that he misses “arguing with you about songs” in the car, getting coffee together, how she would send him his horoscope every morning. “Thank you for turning everywhere we went into one big adventure, from Mexico to Greece or even just going to the mall,” he added. “Thank you for lighting up my life and always giving me the best advice, thank you for always lifting my spirits with your crazy joy for life, that you had until your last moments. Thanks for all the times when I needed you and you showed up for me.” Naomie’s mother, Simona, wrote that she was “memorializing you at every opportunity. Thanks to you I was privileged to have a girl with a pure soul, a huge heart, always loved to help others. You’d always bring all your friends over and style them and do their hair and makeup — it was so important to you that others had more than you.” “You are so very missed… my Nono, mom loves you and misses you, and every day I thank God for giving you to me for 23 years.” May Naomie’s memory forever be a blessing 🕯️

Kosher

36,165 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

RUNAWAY FINAL EP #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่าครั้งสุดท้าย #RunawayTheSeries #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่า First of all, let’s talk about the ending. In the series, we added a scene of them going on a trip after being discharged from the hospital. However, the ending everyone saw was the conclusion of the "main story," which follows the original novel. Initially, I intended to end it right there, but I felt it wasn't satisfying enough. So, I added a special chapter specifically to crush Korn even further. Now, let's get to the point. For anyone wondering when Boon was actually possessed, I’m going to reveal everything here. (Please look at the attached images for context on each scene.) Boon was protected by the Moon Deity and possessed her own magical spells, making it impossible for ghosts to harm or retain her. In EP4, when Boon returned to pack her things, her mother inscribed mystic symbols on her right palm to boost her power so she could fight Jomkwan, knowing her vengeance was powerful. If you look closely, every time Jomkwan touched Boon, her hands would burn so hot that smoke appeared. Yet, she fought through the pain without showing it. However, all those protective spells were destroyed the moment Boon grabbed the ritual knife to deflect it from stabbing Win. Once her guardian deity's power weakened, it was game over. Jomkwan began planning to possess Boon the moment she touched her and didn't feel the heat anymore. This is why she stared at Boon for so long; she was calculating. She then tricked everyone into a false sense of security, acting as if she had surrendered and was leaving. The possession actually started the second when Win said, "Let’s finish what we started." Being cunning, Jomkwan slowly took over Boon’s body bit by bit, thinking Boon wouldn't notice. She feared that if she knew, she would use her magic to resist. But she was wrong. Boon knew exactly what was happening, yet she "willingly" let her possess her. Out of guilt for what she had done in the past, she saw this as the only way to atone for her adoptive sister. It was actually Jomkwan who didn't realize Boon was letting her in. The possession became 100% complete after the vacation house was burned down, once all ties were severed and there were no obligations left. Note: Since Jomkwan didn't just want to possess her but wanted to claim the body as her own, Boon’s soul passed away as a result. Regarding Jompol Monk’s advice to burn the house, it wasn't because he wanted to help her. He only realized what was happening after Jomkwan had already fully possessed Boon. She was so convincing that she even fooled a monk. Jomkwan's playfulness in Boon's body when they leave the hospital, and she asks, "Ghosts?" There was no longer any reason to make Win see ghosts, because the real ghost - Jomkwan - was standing right in front of her. Win only truly started to realize something was wrong because the feeling of being near this fake Boon changed. She didn't feel the same heart-fluttering sensation she felt with the real Boon or Thamon. It wasn't until she saw the reflection in the mirror that she finally knew the truth. My favorite line is: "Oops! So you finally realized?" The tone is so mocking and provocative. It perfectly conveys Jomkwan taunting Win, showing her that even though she ran away, it was all for nothing.
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RUNAWAY FINAL EP #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่าครั้งสุดท้าย #RunawayTheSeries #หนีไปก็ตายเปล่า First of all, let’s talk about the ending. In the series, we added a scene of them going on a trip after being discharged from the hospital. However, the ending everyone saw was the conclusion of the "main story," which follows the original novel. Initially, I intended to end it right there, but I felt it wasn't satisfying enough. So, I added a special chapter specifically to crush Korn even further. Now, let's get to the point. For anyone wondering when Boon was actually possessed, I’m going to reveal everything here. (Please look at the attached images for context on each scene.) Boon was protected by the Moon Deity and possessed her own magical spells, making it impossible for ghosts to harm or retain her. In EP4, when Boon returned to pack her things, her mother inscribed mystic symbols on her right palm to boost her power so she could fight Jomkwan, knowing her vengeance was powerful. If you look closely, every time Jomkwan touched Boon, her hands would burn so hot that smoke appeared. Yet, she fought through the pain without showing it. However, all those protective spells were destroyed the moment Boon grabbed the ritual knife to deflect it from stabbing Win. Once her guardian deity's power weakened, it was game over. Jomkwan began planning to possess Boon the moment she touched her and didn't feel the heat anymore. This is why she stared at Boon for so long; she was calculating. She then tricked everyone into a false sense of security, acting as if she had surrendered and was leaving. The possession actually started the second when Win said, "Let’s finish what we started." Being cunning, Jomkwan slowly took over Boon’s body bit by bit, thinking Boon wouldn't notice. She feared that if she knew, she would use her magic to resist. But she was wrong. Boon knew exactly what was happening, yet she "willingly" let her possess her. Out of guilt for what she had done in the past, she saw this as the only way to atone for her adoptive sister. It was actually Jomkwan who didn't realize Boon was letting her in. The possession became 100% complete after the vacation house was burned down, once all ties were severed and there were no obligations left. Note: Since Jomkwan didn't just want to possess her but wanted to claim the body as her own, Boon’s soul passed away as a result. Regarding Jompol Monk’s advice to burn the house, it wasn't because he wanted to help her. He only realized what was happening after Jomkwan had already fully possessed Boon. She was so convincing that she even fooled a monk. Jomkwan's playfulness in Boon's body when they leave the hospital, and she asks, "Ghosts?" There was no longer any reason to make Win see ghosts, because the real ghost - Jomkwan - was standing right in front of her. Win only truly started to realize something was wrong because the feeling of being near this fake Boon changed. She didn't feel the same heart-fluttering sensation she felt with the real Boon or Thamon. It wasn't until she saw the reflection in the mirror that she finally knew the truth. My favorite line is: "Oops! So you finally realized?" The tone is so mocking and provocative. It perfectly conveys Jomkwan taunting Win, showing her that even though she ran away, it was all for nothing.

☀ zonlicht (ซนลิชท์)

90,178 görüntüleme • 7 ay önce