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Hao (豪) GOVABS SESSION Full Duration : 58 Minutes CODE: AUG-41729385MNB6YT Hao stood in the empty locker room—tall, heavily muscled, pure dense power with a thick chest and a six-pack so deeply carved it looked carved from stone. Sweat still glistened across every hard ridge after training. He never...

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This guy stands right there on the edge of the runway in his white cap, phone raised to capture every second, as the colossal gray U.S. Air Force cargo plane fires up its four massive engines with a thunderous growl right beside a tiny white propeller plane that suddenly looks like a toy next to it. The ground seems to tremble while the giant slowly taxis into position, then unleashes its full power—accelerating hard down the long stretch of pavement, tires biting in and kicking up swirling clouds of dust and smoke. In one heart-stopping instant the enormous aircraft lifts its nose, landing gear still down, and climbs powerfully into the overcast sky with pure, majestic grace. What an incredible display of raw power and human ingenuity that reminds us how thrilling it is to watch something so massive soar with such effortless beauty. Have you ever stood this close to a giant plane taking off and felt that rush of pure awe?

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19 years ago, a high school basketball coach put his team manager into a game for the final four minutes. The kid had never played a single minute of competitive basketball in his life. He scored 20 points. Jason McElwain was diagnosed with severe autism at age two. He didn’t speak until he was five. He couldn’t chew solid food until he was six. He wore a nappy for most of his early childhood. As a baby, he was rigid, wouldn’t make eye contact, and hid in corners away from other children. He tried out for his school basketball team every year and got cut every time. Too small. Too slight. Barely 5’6 and about 54 kilograms. But he loved the game so much that his mum called the school and asked if there was any way he could be involved. The coach created a team manager role for him. For three years, McElwain showed up to every practice and every game. He wore a shirt and tie on match days. He ran drills, handed out water, kept stats, and cheered every basket like he’d scored it himself. On 15 February 2006, the last home game of his final school year, the coach let him suit up in a proper jersey and sit on the bench. With four minutes left and a comfortable lead, the coach sent him in. His first shot missed. His second missed. Then something shifted. He hit a three-pointer. Then another. Then another. His teammates stopped shooting entirely and just kept passing him the ball. He hit six three-pointers and a two-pointer. 20 points in four minutes. The highest scorer in the game. When the final buzzer went, the entire crowd rushed the court and lifted him onto their shoulders. His mum tapped the coach on the shoulder, in tears. “This is the nicest gift you could have ever given my son.” McElwain won the ESPY Award for Best Moment in Sports that year, beating out some of the biggest names in professional sport. He’s 36 now. He works at a local supermarket, coaches basketball, has run 17 marathons including five Boston Marathons, and travels the country speaking about never giving up. When asked about that night, his coach still gets emotional. “For him to come in and seize the moment like he did was certainly more than I ever expected. I was an emotional wreck.”
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19 years ago, a high school basketball coach put his team manager into a game for the final four minutes. The kid had never played a single minute of competitive basketball in his life. He scored 20 points. Jason McElwain was diagnosed with severe autism at age two. He didn’t speak until he was five. He couldn’t chew solid food until he was six. He wore a nappy for most of his early childhood. As a baby, he was rigid, wouldn’t make eye contact, and hid in corners away from other children. He tried out for his school basketball team every year and got cut every time. Too small. Too slight. Barely 5’6 and about 54 kilograms. But he loved the game so much that his mum called the school and asked if there was any way he could be involved. The coach created a team manager role for him. For three years, McElwain showed up to every practice and every game. He wore a shirt and tie on match days. He ran drills, handed out water, kept stats, and cheered every basket like he’d scored it himself. On 15 February 2006, the last home game of his final school year, the coach let him suit up in a proper jersey and sit on the bench. With four minutes left and a comfortable lead, the coach sent him in. His first shot missed. His second missed. Then something shifted. He hit a three-pointer. Then another. Then another. His teammates stopped shooting entirely and just kept passing him the ball. He hit six three-pointers and a two-pointer. 20 points in four minutes. The highest scorer in the game. When the final buzzer went, the entire crowd rushed the court and lifted him onto their shoulders. His mum tapped the coach on the shoulder, in tears. “This is the nicest gift you could have ever given my son.” McElwain won the ESPY Award for Best Moment in Sports that year, beating out some of the biggest names in professional sport. He’s 36 now. He works at a local supermarket, coaches basketball, has run 17 marathons including five Boston Marathons, and travels the country speaking about never giving up. When asked about that night, his coach still gets emotional. “For him to come in and seize the moment like he did was certainly more than I ever expected. I was an emotional wreck.”

Lemma the Optimist

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His lighthouse stood for 123 years. And in the end it was not the tower that failed. It was the rock underneath it. 🇬🇧 Two lighthouses stood on the Eddystone Rocks before him, 14 miles south of Plymouth, and the sea destroyed them both. The first, built of wood, vanished without trace in the Great Storm of 1703, taking its builder and 5 other men with it. The second stood for 47 years, then burned one December night in 1755, down to the rock it stood on. 🔥 So Britain faced a question: how do you build on a rock the sea owns? The Royal Society's answer was not a lighthouse man. It was John Smeaton, an Englishman from Austhorpe near Leeds, a maker of scientific instruments who had turned his mind to engineering. He started with a question nobody had thought to ask. Why does an oak tree survive a storm? Wide at the root, narrow at the top. So he shaped his tower like the trunk of an oak. Wood had washed away and wood had burned, so he built in granite, every block dovetailed into its neighbours like a carpenter's joint in stone, pinned with dowels of marble. For the mortar he ran experiment after experiment until he proved which limestone sets hard even underwater, a lime the Romans had used whose science had been lost. He worked out why and brought it back. 3 years, 1756 to 1759, 14 miles out in the open sea. Then the lamp was lit, and the sea came to test it, winter after winter. It did not move. He went on to build bridges, harbours, canals and mills across Britain, and because the only engineers Britain named were soldiers, he called himself a civil engineer, the first man in Britain to do it. In 1771 he and 6 others met in a London tavern and founded the first engineering society anywhere in the world. It still exists. 🏛️ His light burned for 123 years. When engineers finally found a fault in 1877, it was in the reef, not the tower. The sea was wearing away the rock beneath it. His tower had outlasted the rock it stood on. In 1882 the lamp went out for the last time. But nobody scrapped his tower. The top came down stone by stone and went back up on Plymouth Hoe, where it stands today in its red and white bands. You can climb it. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Look at any lighthouse standing on a British rock. That curve is his oak, still holding. We are the home of British heroes. There is a place for you in it. 👉 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧
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His lighthouse stood for 123 years. And in the end it was not the tower that failed. It was the rock underneath it. 🇬🇧 Two lighthouses stood on the Eddystone Rocks before him, 14 miles south of Plymouth, and the sea destroyed them both. The first, built of wood, vanished without trace in the Great Storm of 1703, taking its builder and 5 other men with it. The second stood for 47 years, then burned one December night in 1755, down to the rock it stood on. 🔥 So Britain faced a question: how do you build on a rock the sea owns? The Royal Society's answer was not a lighthouse man. It was John Smeaton, an Englishman from Austhorpe near Leeds, a maker of scientific instruments who had turned his mind to engineering. He started with a question nobody had thought to ask. Why does an oak tree survive a storm? Wide at the root, narrow at the top. So he shaped his tower like the trunk of an oak. Wood had washed away and wood had burned, so he built in granite, every block dovetailed into its neighbours like a carpenter's joint in stone, pinned with dowels of marble. For the mortar he ran experiment after experiment until he proved which limestone sets hard even underwater, a lime the Romans had used whose science had been lost. He worked out why and brought it back. 3 years, 1756 to 1759, 14 miles out in the open sea. Then the lamp was lit, and the sea came to test it, winter after winter. It did not move. He went on to build bridges, harbours, canals and mills across Britain, and because the only engineers Britain named were soldiers, he called himself a civil engineer, the first man in Britain to do it. In 1771 he and 6 others met in a London tavern and founded the first engineering society anywhere in the world. It still exists. 🏛️ His light burned for 123 years. When engineers finally found a fault in 1877, it was in the reef, not the tower. The sea was wearing away the rock beneath it. His tower had outlasted the rock it stood on. In 1882 the lamp went out for the last time. But nobody scrapped his tower. The top came down stone by stone and went back up on Plymouth Hoe, where it stands today in its red and white bands. You can climb it. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Look at any lighthouse standing on a British rock. That curve is his oak, still holding. We are the home of British heroes. There is a place for you in it. 👉 👈 Be part of us. ☝️🇬🇧 Be Proud Of Us. 🙏🇬🇧

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There was an elderly veteran who lived alone in a small house across from a daycare. Dementia had slowly claimed more of his memory each day. His eyes often gazed into the distance; he spoke little and smiled even less. His world had grown quiet and lonely. Then the children from the daycare noticed him. Every afternoon after school, they would run across together. No one had told them to go. They simply came on their own—bright smiles, warm hugs, cheerful chatter—carrying candy, snacks, and handmade cards. One wore a helmet and carried a wooden stick like a little warrior. Another stood beside him on the porch steps, watching as he opened a bag of popcorn. One hugged him so tightly that he softly said, “That’s a good hug.” At first, he sat quietly, sometimes looking a little confused. But day after day, their laughter, their embraces, and their lively voices fell like gentle rain on dry earth. Slowly, his eyes began to brighten. He started to respond. He smiled. He talked. He began waiting for them. He accepted their small gifts, pointed to a card bearing his name, and smiled again. He still forgot many things. Yet one thing he never forgot: every day, those children came to him. He knew he was no longer alone. Their pure, unconditional love gently drew him back to life. They healed him in the simplest way—by showing up and by loving him. May he always spend joyful days with those little angels. And may those children grow up carrying the same warm hearts forever. ❤️

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“Vince was shaking his head in bemusement" Chris Jericho hilariously recalled in his book how this chaotic situation happened, #OnThisDayInWWE 25 years ago (yesterday): “Road Dogg ran into the dressing room at full speed ‘Vince wants you in the Gorilla position right now!’ ‘Why?’ ‘You’ve got to introduce Kid Rock!’ ‘What? Why?’ ‘Cause I was supposed to do it but I’m a heel and Vince just decided he wants you to do it instead! He’s on in two minutes! I thought he was ribbing me. I threw on some pants and sprinted as fast as I could from the dressing room to the stage As I barreled past Kid Rock and rounded the corner I heard him say, ‘Don’t fuck this up, Chris!’ I took the stairs two at a time and plowed into Gorilla just as a roadie put a mic in my hand ‘What do you want me to say, Vince?’ ‘Whatever you want, you’re the rock star. Just get out there and do it now!’ After I finished being Kid’s hype man, his band came out and I was trapped I couldn’t stay on the stage, I couldn’t run down to the ring, and I couldn’t go back into Gorilla because his band members were filing out and the song was about to start Plus a bunch of pyro was supposed to go off, but I didn’t know where it was coming from and didn’t want to get Hetfelded So I was scrambling around trying to find a place to hide when I noticed a hole between the stage and the back area and jumped into the seven-foot drop I was safe from the pyro and out of everybody’s way, but then realised that I had a whole new problem: there was no way out of the hole I was too short to pull myself out and I was surrounded by crates and wires, so there was no way to weasel my way out from underneath the stage Finally a stagehand popped his head over the edge and helped pull me out As I climbed out of the hole I saw 15,000 people pointing their fingers at me and laughing I gave them a golf wave and sheepishly walked back through Gorilla Vince was shaking his head in bemusement. Court Jester Jericho had struck again”
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“Vince was shaking his head in bemusement" Chris Jericho hilariously recalled in his book how this chaotic situation happened, #OnThisDayInWWE 25 years ago (yesterday): “Road Dogg ran into the dressing room at full speed ‘Vince wants you in the Gorilla position right now!’ ‘Why?’ ‘You’ve got to introduce Kid Rock!’ ‘What? Why?’ ‘Cause I was supposed to do it but I’m a heel and Vince just decided he wants you to do it instead! He’s on in two minutes! I thought he was ribbing me. I threw on some pants and sprinted as fast as I could from the dressing room to the stage As I barreled past Kid Rock and rounded the corner I heard him say, ‘Don’t fuck this up, Chris!’ I took the stairs two at a time and plowed into Gorilla just as a roadie put a mic in my hand ‘What do you want me to say, Vince?’ ‘Whatever you want, you’re the rock star. Just get out there and do it now!’ After I finished being Kid’s hype man, his band came out and I was trapped I couldn’t stay on the stage, I couldn’t run down to the ring, and I couldn’t go back into Gorilla because his band members were filing out and the song was about to start Plus a bunch of pyro was supposed to go off, but I didn’t know where it was coming from and didn’t want to get Hetfelded So I was scrambling around trying to find a place to hide when I noticed a hole between the stage and the back area and jumped into the seven-foot drop I was safe from the pyro and out of everybody’s way, but then realised that I had a whole new problem: there was no way out of the hole I was too short to pull myself out and I was surrounded by crates and wires, so there was no way to weasel my way out from underneath the stage Finally a stagehand popped his head over the edge and helped pull me out As I climbed out of the hole I saw 15,000 people pointing their fingers at me and laughing I gave them a golf wave and sheepishly walked back through Gorilla Vince was shaking his head in bemusement. Court Jester Jericho had struck again”

On This Day in WWE

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Now that Isayama confirms the AOT ending was insincere.. A look back at Floch Forster, who was despised by ending defenders for being right all along: He goes from a terrified kid to hearing Erwin’s speech, then rides into a suicide charge alongside him. He somehow survives as the sole survivor, left carrying the weight of watching his leader and all his friends slaughtered while they gave their lives for a future they would never see. Then he learns the truth about the outside world: They've been tormenting and killing his people for generations and won't stop until every last one of them is dead. From that moment on, Floch understands that the world only moves forward through ruthless resolve, so he chooses to become someone willing to be hated if it means his people live. In the end, all his friends betray him and his country, yet Floch still stands alone with unwavering courage. He launches a final suicidal charge against the cringevengers plot armor, and he nearly succeeds. He died as he lived after Erwin - charging forward so his people might live. Floch >>> every other character in Attack on Titan. The man who's hated for defending his people and doing no wrong.
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Now that Isayama confirms the AOT ending was insincere.. A look back at Floch Forster, who was despised by ending defenders for being right all along: He goes from a terrified kid to hearing Erwin’s speech, then rides into a suicide charge alongside him. He somehow survives as the sole survivor, left carrying the weight of watching his leader and all his friends slaughtered while they gave their lives for a future they would never see. Then he learns the truth about the outside world: They've been tormenting and killing his people for generations and won't stop until every last one of them is dead. From that moment on, Floch understands that the world only moves forward through ruthless resolve, so he chooses to become someone willing to be hated if it means his people live. In the end, all his friends betray him and his country, yet Floch still stands alone with unwavering courage. He launches a final suicidal charge against the cringevengers plot armor, and he nearly succeeds. He died as he lived after Erwin - charging forward so his people might live. Floch >>> every other character in Attack on Titan. The man who's hated for defending his people and doing no wrong.

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🎥 || Stephen Lord reveals that in Monza Lewis Hamilton felt quite emotional and left a personal note for Kimi Antonelli in his room, the note will be there forever as well. "Probably the one that I'm fondest of, happened this year and it's quite an interesting insight into the Lewis perhaps that the people don't see." "It was after the race in Monza. [..] I think the engineers had left so Lewis was upstairs in the room on his own. Lewis came down the stairs, ready to leave and head home. He goes to the bottom of the stairs and he stopped and then he turned around and he went back upstairs. He's forgotten something, didn't think much of it." "He came back down about 10 minutes later and he grabbed a guy that works with the team - Carlos. And you could see that Lewis was really quite emotional. And I was stood there and he said 'It's has only just occurred me that I'm never gonna see that room ever again' and he said 'I'm really emotional, it's like I can't leave, I feel kind of sad to walk away from that room because I been in that room for so many years and I'm never gonna see it again'. And he was really quite touched that he was leaving it behind." "Anyways, so off he went, I went back up to the room to pack his last few bits of driving kit and grab the helmets and everything." "I walked into the room and on the wall there's quite a long handwritten note. It was a note to Kimi. It was basically welcoming him to his new room and it was wishing him the best of luck, saying some really nice things about the team and how 'if you care for them, they'll care for you' because they're a great team. And I thought 'wow what a nice thing to do. Actually now we've had it glass cut so it'll be there forever." "I walked into the bathroom and next to the toilet, above the toilet roll holder was 'Lewis was here' with a big smiley face."
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🎥 || Stephen Lord reveals that in Monza Lewis Hamilton felt quite emotional and left a personal note for Kimi Antonelli in his room, the note will be there forever as well. "Probably the one that I'm fondest of, happened this year and it's quite an interesting insight into the Lewis perhaps that the people don't see." "It was after the race in Monza. [..] I think the engineers had left so Lewis was upstairs in the room on his own. Lewis came down the stairs, ready to leave and head home. He goes to the bottom of the stairs and he stopped and then he turned around and he went back upstairs. He's forgotten something, didn't think much of it." "He came back down about 10 minutes later and he grabbed a guy that works with the team - Carlos. And you could see that Lewis was really quite emotional. And I was stood there and he said 'It's has only just occurred me that I'm never gonna see that room ever again' and he said 'I'm really emotional, it's like I can't leave, I feel kind of sad to walk away from that room because I been in that room for so many years and I'm never gonna see it again'. And he was really quite touched that he was leaving it behind." "Anyways, so off he went, I went back up to the room to pack his last few bits of driving kit and grab the helmets and everything." "I walked into the room and on the wall there's quite a long handwritten note. It was a note to Kimi. It was basically welcoming him to his new room and it was wishing him the best of luck, saying some really nice things about the team and how 'if you care for them, they'll care for you' because they're a great team. And I thought 'wow what a nice thing to do. Actually now we've had it glass cut so it'll be there forever." "I walked into the bathroom and next to the toilet, above the toilet roll holder was 'Lewis was here' with a big smiley face."

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Steve Blackman's wrestling career is one of the biggest "what if" stories of WWE's Attitude Era. Before he ever became a WWE star, he had actually signed with the company in the late 1980s after impressing officials with his legitimate martial arts skills. Unfortunately, his career was put on hold when he contracted malaria and dysentery while traveling overseas. The illnesses were so severe that they left him unable to wrestle for years, and WWF released him while he was still recovering. After making a full recovery, Blackman worked his way back into wrestling and returned to WWF in 1997 under the nickname "The Lethal Weapon." His serious, no-nonsense persona was a perfect fit for his real-life martial arts background. Unlike many larger-than-life characters of the Attitude Era, Blackman was presented as a quiet, dangerous competitor who let his actions do the talking. He became famous for carrying kendo sticks and nunchaku and built a reputation as one of the toughest men on the roster. Although he never reached the main-event scene, Blackman carved out a successful career in the mid-card, particularly in the Hardcore division. He won the Hardcore Championship six times and was involved in several memorable feuds. One of his most iconic moments came at SummerSlam 2000 when he battled Shane McMahon. The match ended with Blackman striking Shane with a kendo stick while they were high above the arena, sending Shane crashing from the TitanTron onto a crash pad below—a stunt that remains one of the most memorable moments of the Attitude Era. By 2001 and 2002, years of wrestling and his physical style had taken a toll on his body. Persistent neck and shoulder injuries made it increasingly difficult to continue competing, and he chose to retire from full-time wrestling in 2002. His departure wasn't the result of backstage issues or creative disagreements; it was largely a decision based on his long-term health. After leaving WWE, Blackman returned to his passion for martial arts by teaching self-defense and operating his own training school. He also became a licensed bail bondsman, a career that surprised many fans but suited his disciplined and no-nonsense personality.
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Steve Blackman's wrestling career is one of the biggest "what if" stories of WWE's Attitude Era. Before he ever became a WWE star, he had actually signed with the company in the late 1980s after impressing officials with his legitimate martial arts skills. Unfortunately, his career was put on hold when he contracted malaria and dysentery while traveling overseas. The illnesses were so severe that they left him unable to wrestle for years, and WWF released him while he was still recovering. After making a full recovery, Blackman worked his way back into wrestling and returned to WWF in 1997 under the nickname "The Lethal Weapon." His serious, no-nonsense persona was a perfect fit for his real-life martial arts background. Unlike many larger-than-life characters of the Attitude Era, Blackman was presented as a quiet, dangerous competitor who let his actions do the talking. He became famous for carrying kendo sticks and nunchaku and built a reputation as one of the toughest men on the roster. Although he never reached the main-event scene, Blackman carved out a successful career in the mid-card, particularly in the Hardcore division. He won the Hardcore Championship six times and was involved in several memorable feuds. One of his most iconic moments came at SummerSlam 2000 when he battled Shane McMahon. The match ended with Blackman striking Shane with a kendo stick while they were high above the arena, sending Shane crashing from the TitanTron onto a crash pad below—a stunt that remains one of the most memorable moments of the Attitude Era. By 2001 and 2002, years of wrestling and his physical style had taken a toll on his body. Persistent neck and shoulder injuries made it increasingly difficult to continue competing, and he chose to retire from full-time wrestling in 2002. His departure wasn't the result of backstage issues or creative disagreements; it was largely a decision based on his long-term health. After leaving WWE, Blackman returned to his passion for martial arts by teaching self-defense and operating his own training school. He also became a licensed bail bondsman, a career that surprised many fans but suited his disciplined and no-nonsense personality.

The Analyst

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🚨BREAKING🚨 Two Air Force security guards were abducted by aliens and taken aboard a UFO for 5+ hours while guarding a live thermonuclear weapon at Ellsworth Air Force Base in South Dakota. After the incident, the Air Force split them apart and interrogated them. 49 years later, they are reuniting for the first time. Mario Woods and Michael Johnson were the two-man security team guarding a Minuteman launch facility at Ellsworth Air Force Base, South Dakota. The alarms at the base tripped just after midnight indicating something had breached the vicinity of a live hydrogen bomb. They approached the missile sight and saw a huge, bright light the size of a city block hovering over it. A black sphere then descended from the light, circled their truck and four shadowy alien-looking figures came to their truck window telling them “do not fear”. The next thing either man remembers is waking up over five hours later, 8.5 miles away, by Newell Reservoir Dam. Johnson catatonic at the wheel, the ground beside the truck turned to mud in a field that should have been frozen solid. The Air Force brought them back to the base and debriefed both. Woods described the light and the missing hours but never admitted he had seen beings at his window. That one omission let him keep his clearance and his career. Johnson described the beings. That same night he was injected with sodium pentathol or truth serum and interrogated, then demoted, put on janitor duty and discharged with a code that ended his military future. He spent the decades that followed repressing that memory, at times drinking, descending into homelessness for a while, and telling no one. For thirty years Michael Johnson could not be found. Woods went public in 1996 and begged the FBI, Air Force investigators, the Senate Intelligence Committee and the Pentagon's UFO office to help locate his partner, and every one of them came up empty. Then one of our viewers sent in a Facebook page. Within a week Johnson was on the phone, and given nothing but the name of the base and the month and year of the incident, he said "the UFO" before anyone on the line had brought it up. Only one account of that night has ever existed. Now there are two, and they match. On this show, Michael and Mario were given hypnotic regressions hours apart and out of earshot of one another. The two men were taken back to that night, and their memories converged. Buried in both, was something that finally explained what the beings did when they came for them and why the Air Force made sure they never compared notes. The hardest evidence needs no hypnosis at all. The Air Force Office of Special Investigations agent present at Mario’s debrief, Rick Doty, now admits to being there and says he think the events Mario has described for decades that night did in fact occur. And then the little details: Fifteen days after that night, Johnson told Woods he had seen a glove lying on a shiny floor, nothing like the truck's rubber mats. Woods emptied his kit bag and found the left glove and no right one. The right was the one he had pulled off that night to work his flashlight, and the hand it covered had come back burned. The gloves were a one-off gift from a B-52 pilot and nobody else on the base had a pair, so the glove Johnson saw could only have been Woods'. And the shiny floor must have been the UFO. A flight surgeon also clipped a tissue sample from Mario’s burn in November 1977. Mario has a photographic memory of the entire event. And now its going to retell it with its missing half: Michael C. Johnson. For the first time in half a century, the two men are in the same room. Full documentary live now.
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🚨BREAKING🚨 Two Air Force security guards were abducted by aliens and taken aboard a UFO for 5+ hours while guarding a live thermonuclear weapon at Ellsworth Air Force Base in South Dakota. After the incident, the Air Force split them apart and interrogated them. 49 years later, they are reuniting for the first time. Mario Woods and Michael Johnson were the two-man security team guarding a Minuteman launch facility at Ellsworth Air Force Base, South Dakota. The alarms at the base tripped just after midnight indicating something had breached the vicinity of a live hydrogen bomb. They approached the missile sight and saw a huge, bright light the size of a city block hovering over it. A black sphere then descended from the light, circled their truck and four shadowy alien-looking figures came to their truck window telling them “do not fear”. The next thing either man remembers is waking up over five hours later, 8.5 miles away, by Newell Reservoir Dam. Johnson catatonic at the wheel, the ground beside the truck turned to mud in a field that should have been frozen solid. The Air Force brought them back to the base and debriefed both. Woods described the light and the missing hours but never admitted he had seen beings at his window. That one omission let him keep his clearance and his career. Johnson described the beings. That same night he was injected with sodium pentathol or truth serum and interrogated, then demoted, put on janitor duty and discharged with a code that ended his military future. He spent the decades that followed repressing that memory, at times drinking, descending into homelessness for a while, and telling no one. For thirty years Michael Johnson could not be found. Woods went public in 1996 and begged the FBI, Air Force investigators, the Senate Intelligence Committee and the Pentagon's UFO office to help locate his partner, and every one of them came up empty. Then one of our viewers sent in a Facebook page. Within a week Johnson was on the phone, and given nothing but the name of the base and the month and year of the incident, he said "the UFO" before anyone on the line had brought it up. Only one account of that night has ever existed. Now there are two, and they match. On this show, Michael and Mario were given hypnotic regressions hours apart and out of earshot of one another. The two men were taken back to that night, and their memories converged. Buried in both, was something that finally explained what the beings did when they came for them and why the Air Force made sure they never compared notes. The hardest evidence needs no hypnosis at all. The Air Force Office of Special Investigations agent present at Mario’s debrief, Rick Doty, now admits to being there and says he think the events Mario has described for decades that night did in fact occur. And then the little details: Fifteen days after that night, Johnson told Woods he had seen a glove lying on a shiny floor, nothing like the truck's rubber mats. Woods emptied his kit bag and found the left glove and no right one. The right was the one he had pulled off that night to work his flashlight, and the hand it covered had come back burned. The gloves were a one-off gift from a B-52 pilot and nobody else on the base had a pair, so the glove Johnson saw could only have been Woods'. And the shiny floor must have been the UFO. A flight surgeon also clipped a tissue sample from Mario’s burn in November 1977. Mario has a photographic memory of the entire event. And now its going to retell it with its missing half: Michael C. Johnson. For the first time in half a century, the two men are in the same room. Full documentary live now.

Jesse Michels

1,816,839 görüntüleme • 2 gün önce

‼️CANDACE'S TRIP TO ICELAND PART 2: Candace Met Justin Baldoni For The First Time EVER After Lining Up Behind Him In An ICELAND Airport 😱 Candace Owens and her husband were waiting to board a flight home from Iceland when she stood in line behind a woman she recognized and then looked up and saw Justin Baldoni (justin baldoni). They had never met. They had never spoken. She had never reached out. He was not even vacationing in Iceland. He was on a layover from Sweden with his wife and their children. The country has about four hundred thousand people. It was an ordinary weekday. She called the odds impossible. She first covered his lawsuit with Blake Lively because the official story did not hold. He bought the rights to a book about domestic violence, made the film as a passion project, and then watched an A-list machine try to take the work and destroy him in public. The New York Times ran the hit. He was sent to sit in a basement at his own premiere. A Deadpool character written as a stand-in for him was executed on screen. Ordinary people read the filings anyway. Tonight he told her that he and his wife were close to rock bottom until those videos and those documents appeared, and that he still does not fully understand why strangers chose the paperwork over the press. She had spent that same morning thanking Irina Mappin for holding her up after Charlie Kirk was killed. Then she ran into the man whose case first cracked the habit of picking a team instead of picking the truth. Baldoni’s lesson, as she told it, is the same one she is carrying into the Kirk investigation. Power can look unbeatable. David still won. Watch the full episode. FOLLOW Candace Owens, RT and watch her FULL episode linked below.
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‼️CANDACE'S TRIP TO ICELAND PART 2: Candace Met Justin Baldoni For The First Time EVER After Lining Up Behind Him In An ICELAND Airport 😱 Candace Owens and her husband were waiting to board a flight home from Iceland when she stood in line behind a woman she recognized and then looked up and saw Justin Baldoni (justin baldoni). They had never met. They had never spoken. She had never reached out. He was not even vacationing in Iceland. He was on a layover from Sweden with his wife and their children. The country has about four hundred thousand people. It was an ordinary weekday. She called the odds impossible. She first covered his lawsuit with Blake Lively because the official story did not hold. He bought the rights to a book about domestic violence, made the film as a passion project, and then watched an A-list machine try to take the work and destroy him in public. The New York Times ran the hit. He was sent to sit in a basement at his own premiere. A Deadpool character written as a stand-in for him was executed on screen. Ordinary people read the filings anyway. Tonight he told her that he and his wife were close to rock bottom until those videos and those documents appeared, and that he still does not fully understand why strangers chose the paperwork over the press. She had spent that same morning thanking Irina Mappin for holding her up after Charlie Kirk was killed. Then she ran into the man whose case first cracked the habit of picking a team instead of picking the truth. Baldoni’s lesson, as she told it, is the same one she is carrying into the Kirk investigation. Power can look unbeatable. David still won. Watch the full episode. FOLLOW Candace Owens, RT and watch her FULL episode linked below.

Project Constitution

26,716 görüntüleme • 9 gün önce

Soviet circus acrobat, Valentin Dikul, performed his power juggling act in 1985. The sphere balls weighed 88 lbs (40 kg) each. At age 14, Dikul was seriously injured during a gymnastic performance when a steel support crossbeam broke, causing him to fall 43 ft (13 meters) and fracture his spine and suffer a traumatic brain injury. As part of his recovery process, Dikul began to train 5 to 6 hours a day, stretching rubber bands, lifting heavy objects, and doing push-ups. However, he was unable to even move his legs. Doctors told him that there was no hope that he would be able to walk again, but Dikul persisted by continuing to work out every day until he would pass out from exhaustion. As he began to develop more muscles on his chest, body, and arms, Dikul would incrementally increase the weights. Once he regained his upper body strength, he began to tie ropes to his feet and move them using a pulley system. At first, he would move them just by pulling the ropes with his hands, then he began using counterweight loads. After 8 months, Dikul was discharged from the hospital. His story was told in the media, and he became bombarded with letters asking for help. Dikul spent 3 to 4 hours a day responding to people and would send them instructions on his method of rehabilitation. In 1988, Dikul opened up a rehabilitation center to help people with spinal injuries. He is still heading it to this day and is alive and well.
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Soviet circus acrobat, Valentin Dikul, performed his power juggling act in 1985. The sphere balls weighed 88 lbs (40 kg) each. At age 14, Dikul was seriously injured during a gymnastic performance when a steel support crossbeam broke, causing him to fall 43 ft (13 meters) and fracture his spine and suffer a traumatic brain injury. As part of his recovery process, Dikul began to train 5 to 6 hours a day, stretching rubber bands, lifting heavy objects, and doing push-ups. However, he was unable to even move his legs. Doctors told him that there was no hope that he would be able to walk again, but Dikul persisted by continuing to work out every day until he would pass out from exhaustion. As he began to develop more muscles on his chest, body, and arms, Dikul would incrementally increase the weights. Once he regained his upper body strength, he began to tie ropes to his feet and move them using a pulley system. At first, he would move them just by pulling the ropes with his hands, then he began using counterweight loads. After 8 months, Dikul was discharged from the hospital. His story was told in the media, and he became bombarded with letters asking for help. Dikul spent 3 to 4 hours a day responding to people and would send them instructions on his method of rehabilitation. In 1988, Dikul opened up a rehabilitation center to help people with spinal injuries. He is still heading it to this day and is alive and well.

Historic Vids

10,943,993 görüntüleme • 2 yıl önce

🚨WOW!!! A man threw out three old couches… then realized his cat had been asleep inside one of them. By the time he figured it out, the couch was already at a massive landfill, about to be crushed with the trash. Then a worker looked down into the pit and saw two scared little eyes staring back. ❤️ The cat's name is Mike, he's an 8-year-old cat, and he's been part of Neal Augenstein's family for more than six years. One evening, Mike just didn't show up for dinner. For two days, Neal walked the neighborhood holding a bag of treats, calling his name over and over. "Mike! Mike!" He even checked the sewers. Nothing. Then it hit him... the three couches he'd thrown out right before Mike vanished. "I was having a sinking feeling that the cat was in the couch." He raced to the junk warehouse… but he was too late. The couch was already gone, hauled off to the I-66 transfer station. That small cat, somewhere inside a mountain of garbage, surrounded by heavy machinery... the odds could not have been worse. But then… a man named Mauricio Martinez, a heavy equipment operator, noticed something moving in the pit. Sure enough, there was Mike, stranded on a ledge about 15 feet up, with no room to jump and no way down. The men stopped everything and came up with a plan. They maneuvered a loader bucket underneath the ledge and gently coaxed a terrified Mike to hop aboard. "It took us about 10 minutes to get the cat down." And they got him. Out of the pit. Safe. But if you know anything about cats... Mike wasn't done with his adventure yet. He slipped away from the rescue crew, crawled through a tunnel, and holed up in a storage room, turning his rescue into a whole SECOND manhunt. Animal control finally caught him and got him to a shelter and Neal finally got him back. "There were so many hands that touched Mike, and there were so many places where things could have gone very badly, but things turned out perfectly, and I'm delighted to have him home." "Just an amazingly happy ending, and I'm so thankful to everyone who played a part in it." Sometimes, all you need are a few good people who stop what they're doing to help ❤️
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🚨WOW!!! A man threw out three old couches… then realized his cat had been asleep inside one of them. By the time he figured it out, the couch was already at a massive landfill, about to be crushed with the trash. Then a worker looked down into the pit and saw two scared little eyes staring back. ❤️ The cat's name is Mike, he's an 8-year-old cat, and he's been part of Neal Augenstein's family for more than six years. One evening, Mike just didn't show up for dinner. For two days, Neal walked the neighborhood holding a bag of treats, calling his name over and over. "Mike! Mike!" He even checked the sewers. Nothing. Then it hit him... the three couches he'd thrown out right before Mike vanished. "I was having a sinking feeling that the cat was in the couch." He raced to the junk warehouse… but he was too late. The couch was already gone, hauled off to the I-66 transfer station. That small cat, somewhere inside a mountain of garbage, surrounded by heavy machinery... the odds could not have been worse. But then… a man named Mauricio Martinez, a heavy equipment operator, noticed something moving in the pit. Sure enough, there was Mike, stranded on a ledge about 15 feet up, with no room to jump and no way down. The men stopped everything and came up with a plan. They maneuvered a loader bucket underneath the ledge and gently coaxed a terrified Mike to hop aboard. "It took us about 10 minutes to get the cat down." And they got him. Out of the pit. Safe. But if you know anything about cats... Mike wasn't done with his adventure yet. He slipped away from the rescue crew, crawled through a tunnel, and holed up in a storage room, turning his rescue into a whole SECOND manhunt. Animal control finally caught him and got him to a shelter and Neal finally got him back. "There were so many hands that touched Mike, and there were so many places where things could have gone very badly, but things turned out perfectly, and I'm delighted to have him home." "Just an amazingly happy ending, and I'm so thankful to everyone who played a part in it." Sometimes, all you need are a few good people who stop what they're doing to help ❤️

Matt Van Swol

91,058 görüntüleme • 1 gün önce

A broke gambler found a bug in a Las Vegas casino's video poker machine. He called his friend. Between them, they took $500,000 from casinos across America. The FBI charged them with hacking. A judge threw the case out because pressing buttons on a slot machine is not hacking. – John Kane had spent years losing money in Las Vegas casinos. – By 2009 he was a regular at the Fremont Casino, feeding money into the same IGT Game King video poker machines everyone else played. – Then one afternoon he pressed the buttons in an unusual sequence and something happened that wasn't supposed to happen. – The machine let him replay a previous winning hand at ten times the original bet. – He sat completely still. Then he did it again. – He called his friend Andre Nestor in Pennsylvania and told him to get on a plane. – Together they worked out the full sequence. You lost small at the lowest denomination. When you finally hit a big hand, you switched to the highest denomination and replayed it. – The machine paid out at the higher rate every time. – The four machines they normally played at the Fremont brought the casino $14,500 a month. – After Kane and Nestor discovered the bug those same four machines cost the casino $75,000 a month. – Kane took $100,000 from the Fremont alone. Then they spread out, the Hilton, the Stratosphere, the Hard Rock, the Tropicana, the Luxor, the Wynn. In Vegas, Kane accumulated over $500,000. – Nestor went back to Pennsylvania and hit The Meadows Casino for nearly $480,000 in two months. – Casino surveillance caught on. Kane was handcuffed to a chair in a back room at the Silverton Casino mid-session. – The FBI charged both men with hacking under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act, the same law used to prosecute cybercriminals. – Their lawyers argued one thing: pressing the buttons on a machine exactly as designed is not hacking. – A video poker machine is not a protected computer under federal law. – The judge agreed. Hacking charges dismissed entirely. – The prosecution tried a deal, testify against your friend and walk free. Both refused. – The wire fraud charges were eventually dropped too. – Neither man went to prison. Kane went home and started teaching piano. Nestor went home broke, and the IRS came for $240,000 in back taxes on his winnings. – IGT quietly patched every Game King machine in America. Two men found a bug in a Las Vegas video poker machine and took $500,000 from casinos across America by pressing buttons in the right sequence. The FBI called it hacking. A federal judge called it playing the game.
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A broke gambler found a bug in a Las Vegas casino's video poker machine. He called his friend. Between them, they took $500,000 from casinos across America. The FBI charged them with hacking. A judge threw the case out because pressing buttons on a slot machine is not hacking. – John Kane had spent years losing money in Las Vegas casinos. – By 2009 he was a regular at the Fremont Casino, feeding money into the same IGT Game King video poker machines everyone else played. – Then one afternoon he pressed the buttons in an unusual sequence and something happened that wasn't supposed to happen. – The machine let him replay a previous winning hand at ten times the original bet. – He sat completely still. Then he did it again. – He called his friend Andre Nestor in Pennsylvania and told him to get on a plane. – Together they worked out the full sequence. You lost small at the lowest denomination. When you finally hit a big hand, you switched to the highest denomination and replayed it. – The machine paid out at the higher rate every time. – The four machines they normally played at the Fremont brought the casino $14,500 a month. – After Kane and Nestor discovered the bug those same four machines cost the casino $75,000 a month. – Kane took $100,000 from the Fremont alone. Then they spread out, the Hilton, the Stratosphere, the Hard Rock, the Tropicana, the Luxor, the Wynn. In Vegas, Kane accumulated over $500,000. – Nestor went back to Pennsylvania and hit The Meadows Casino for nearly $480,000 in two months. – Casino surveillance caught on. Kane was handcuffed to a chair in a back room at the Silverton Casino mid-session. – The FBI charged both men with hacking under the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act, the same law used to prosecute cybercriminals. – Their lawyers argued one thing: pressing the buttons on a machine exactly as designed is not hacking. – A video poker machine is not a protected computer under federal law. – The judge agreed. Hacking charges dismissed entirely. – The prosecution tried a deal, testify against your friend and walk free. Both refused. – The wire fraud charges were eventually dropped too. – Neither man went to prison. Kane went home and started teaching piano. Nestor went home broke, and the IRS came for $240,000 in back taxes on his winnings. – IGT quietly patched every Game King machine in America. Two men found a bug in a Las Vegas video poker machine and took $500,000 from casinos across America by pressing buttons in the right sequence. The FBI called it hacking. A federal judge called it playing the game.

Aisar

1,372,635 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce

Nobody can sing this song anywhere near as good as Lou in his prime. When a Rock Ballad Turns a Stadium into a Cathedral That was exactly how I felt watching Lou Gramm perform “I Want to Know What Love Is” with Foreigner in his absolute prime. The first thing that hits you is not the lights, the massive crowd, or even the gospel choir standing in white robes behind him. It is Lou himself. In a simple yellow tank top and bandana, no theatrics, no complicated staging — just a man who opens his mouth and the entire stadium seems to stop breathing. His voice does not ask for attention. It takes it. Powerful, raw, full of that unmistakable grit and emotion that no studio polish could ever invent. And then you realize: the beauty of this performance is in its honesty. This was music from a time when a live rock show still relied on real human power. Behind Lou stood a full band — keyboards, guitars, bass, drums — and a choir that answered him like a congregation. Together they built something bigger than a hit song. The arrangement swells, the choir lifts, and suddenly a hard-rock arena transforms into something almost sacred. The song itself carries a quiet longing. It is not a love song about winning or losing someone. It is a search. A man admitting he does not fully understand what love is, yet he wants it more than anything. That vulnerability, delivered with such force by Lou Gramm, is what makes the performance unforgettable. He does not soft-pedal the emotion. He throws his whole body into every note, eyes closed, voice soaring, as if the answer to the question might be found in the next high note. What I especially love is how he never overplays it. There is no dramatic acting, no forced tears. Just pure commitment. The voice cracks with feeling when it needs to, then soars clean and strong. The choir answers, the crowd sings every word, and for a few minutes thousands of people are connected by the same search. Perhaps that is what the best arena rock of the 1980s did so well. It did not always need fireworks or perfect production. Sometimes it only needed a singer who meant every word and a band that knew how to lift him higher. Watching these images from that era, there is something else I appreciate: nobody on that stage looks like they are trying to become a perfect, filtered version of themselves. They are simply playing, singing, and giving everything they have in that moment. The sweat is real. The power is real. The connection between Lou and the audience is real. Today we have bigger screens, better sound systems, and endless visual effects. But none of that can create what happens when a voice like Lou Gramm’s in his prime meets a song that already lives inside people’s hearts. There are some things technology still cannot manufacture. A voice that feels like it comes from the chest and the soul at the same time. A live choir answering a rock singer. And that rare feeling when an entire stadium becomes quiet enough to hear one man’s search for love — and then joins him in the answer. “I Want to Know What Love Is” is more than a classic rock ballad from the 1980s. It is a reminder that the most powerful performances do not need to shout the loudest. They only need to be true. If you could step into one night from the 1980s, would you rather stand at the back of that stadium and listen… or push your way to the front and sing every word with Lou?
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Nobody can sing this song anywhere near as good as Lou in his prime. When a Rock Ballad Turns a Stadium into a Cathedral That was exactly how I felt watching Lou Gramm perform “I Want to Know What Love Is” with Foreigner in his absolute prime. The first thing that hits you is not the lights, the massive crowd, or even the gospel choir standing in white robes behind him. It is Lou himself. In a simple yellow tank top and bandana, no theatrics, no complicated staging — just a man who opens his mouth and the entire stadium seems to stop breathing. His voice does not ask for attention. It takes it. Powerful, raw, full of that unmistakable grit and emotion that no studio polish could ever invent. And then you realize: the beauty of this performance is in its honesty. This was music from a time when a live rock show still relied on real human power. Behind Lou stood a full band — keyboards, guitars, bass, drums — and a choir that answered him like a congregation. Together they built something bigger than a hit song. The arrangement swells, the choir lifts, and suddenly a hard-rock arena transforms into something almost sacred. The song itself carries a quiet longing. It is not a love song about winning or losing someone. It is a search. A man admitting he does not fully understand what love is, yet he wants it more than anything. That vulnerability, delivered with such force by Lou Gramm, is what makes the performance unforgettable. He does not soft-pedal the emotion. He throws his whole body into every note, eyes closed, voice soaring, as if the answer to the question might be found in the next high note. What I especially love is how he never overplays it. There is no dramatic acting, no forced tears. Just pure commitment. The voice cracks with feeling when it needs to, then soars clean and strong. The choir answers, the crowd sings every word, and for a few minutes thousands of people are connected by the same search. Perhaps that is what the best arena rock of the 1980s did so well. It did not always need fireworks or perfect production. Sometimes it only needed a singer who meant every word and a band that knew how to lift him higher. Watching these images from that era, there is something else I appreciate: nobody on that stage looks like they are trying to become a perfect, filtered version of themselves. They are simply playing, singing, and giving everything they have in that moment. The sweat is real. The power is real. The connection between Lou and the audience is real. Today we have bigger screens, better sound systems, and endless visual effects. But none of that can create what happens when a voice like Lou Gramm’s in his prime meets a song that already lives inside people’s hearts. There are some things technology still cannot manufacture. A voice that feels like it comes from the chest and the soul at the same time. A live choir answering a rock singer. And that rare feeling when an entire stadium becomes quiet enough to hear one man’s search for love — and then joins him in the answer. “I Want to Know What Love Is” is more than a classic rock ballad from the 1980s. It is a reminder that the most powerful performances do not need to shout the loudest. They only need to be true. If you could step into one night from the 1980s, would you rather stand at the back of that stadium and listen… or push your way to the front and sing every word with Lou?

Emotion & Music

39,587 görüntüleme • 17 gün önce

I first met Saud Abdulhamid on my very first trip to Riyadh. Saudi Arabia. I had gone there to see Odion Ighalo, back when he was still playing for Al Hilal. That day, I was standing outside the training ground, just waiting, taking everything in. Then suddenly, a beautiful white G-Wagon pulled up. The windows were fully tinted, so you couldn’t see who was inside. For a moment, I was convinced it had to be Ighalo. As the window rolled down, I got ready to greet him—only to be met by Saud, flashing his trademark smile. He waved at me, and I waved back, even though, truthfully, I had no idea who he was at the time. Not long after, Ighalo arrived, and we headed into the training ground. That’s when I properly met Saud, along with his brother. We had a brief chat before training started, and that was the beginning. Our paths crossed again when Saudi Arabia played Nigeria in a friendly match in Portugal. After the game, in the middle of the crowd, I heard someone shout, “Ighalo!”—it was Saud. From there, we stayed connected, following each other online, keeping in touch in our own way. Then came another reunion, this time in Lens, inside his small but tastefully furnished apartment in the heart of the city. Back then, things were still uncertain for him. He wasn’t playing regularly, but I remember him telling me clearly that he wanted to stay in Europe, stay with Lens, and fight for his place. There was a quiet determination about him. I could feel it. And today, looking at his journey, that belief has paid off. He has grown into an important player for the club, playing his part in helping them secure a Champions League spot. He’s become one of Saudi Arabia’s biggest ambassadors in Europe. And life keeps moving forward. He just got married too. Big congratulations to you, my brother. My next video will be dedicated to him. What a guy!
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I first met Saud Abdulhamid on my very first trip to Riyadh. Saudi Arabia. I had gone there to see Odion Ighalo, back when he was still playing for Al Hilal. That day, I was standing outside the training ground, just waiting, taking everything in. Then suddenly, a beautiful white G-Wagon pulled up. The windows were fully tinted, so you couldn’t see who was inside. For a moment, I was convinced it had to be Ighalo. As the window rolled down, I got ready to greet him—only to be met by Saud, flashing his trademark smile. He waved at me, and I waved back, even though, truthfully, I had no idea who he was at the time. Not long after, Ighalo arrived, and we headed into the training ground. That’s when I properly met Saud, along with his brother. We had a brief chat before training started, and that was the beginning. Our paths crossed again when Saudi Arabia played Nigeria in a friendly match in Portugal. After the game, in the middle of the crowd, I heard someone shout, “Ighalo!”—it was Saud. From there, we stayed connected, following each other online, keeping in touch in our own way. Then came another reunion, this time in Lens, inside his small but tastefully furnished apartment in the heart of the city. Back then, things were still uncertain for him. He wasn’t playing regularly, but I remember him telling me clearly that he wanted to stay in Europe, stay with Lens, and fight for his place. There was a quiet determination about him. I could feel it. And today, looking at his journey, that belief has paid off. He has grown into an important player for the club, playing his part in helping them secure a Champions League spot. He’s become one of Saudi Arabia’s biggest ambassadors in Europe. And life keeps moving forward. He just got married too. Big congratulations to you, my brother. My next video will be dedicated to him. What a guy!

Oma Akatugba

82,015 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce

Fred Syversen had about ten metres of snow left when he realised he had taken the wrong chute. It was March 2008 in the Swiss Alps. The Norwegian freerider was on a heli-filmed warm-up run after studying the face from above and memorising landmarks. The problem was brutally simple: two rocks on the mountain looked almost identical. He passed the wrong one, entered a narrow gully and only understood the mistake when the snow suddenly ended in front of him. By then he was moving too fast to stop. Syversen later said trying to brake was no longer an option. So he made a slight turn to keep away from rocks on his left and went off the edge with his skis still running. The drop was later measured at 107 metres. The film crew said he was in the air for about five seconds. As the air pushed his ski tips up, he let his body come back rather than fighting to stay upright. He also wrote that the metal bottle in his ABS avalanche pack sat near his lower back, so just before impact he shifted slightly onto his left side. That is the part I keep watching. Not because anyone should copy it, but because it shows how quickly a mountain can take choices away. On steep, blind terrain, line recognition is part of skiing technique. By the time Syversen saw the cliff, the important navigation error had already happened metres earlier. All he could do then was stay clear enough to manage what came next. He hit deep snow and disappeared into it. The film crew reached him and dug him out within minutes. He had survived a 107-metre fall from a cliff he had never intended to jump. There is nothing casual about this clip. Syversen had prepared the line, but one almost identical landmark changed everything. His own account describes a chain of tiny decisions made under pressure: do not panic, do not try to stop when stopping is gone, avoid the rocks, prepare for the impact. The number everyone remembers is 107 metres. The detail that stays with me is smaller: two similar rocks, one wrong turn, ten metres of snow, and a skier who still had to make one last correct decision
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Fred Syversen had about ten metres of snow left when he realised he had taken the wrong chute. It was March 2008 in the Swiss Alps. The Norwegian freerider was on a heli-filmed warm-up run after studying the face from above and memorising landmarks. The problem was brutally simple: two rocks on the mountain looked almost identical. He passed the wrong one, entered a narrow gully and only understood the mistake when the snow suddenly ended in front of him. By then he was moving too fast to stop. Syversen later said trying to brake was no longer an option. So he made a slight turn to keep away from rocks on his left and went off the edge with his skis still running. The drop was later measured at 107 metres. The film crew said he was in the air for about five seconds. As the air pushed his ski tips up, he let his body come back rather than fighting to stay upright. He also wrote that the metal bottle in his ABS avalanche pack sat near his lower back, so just before impact he shifted slightly onto his left side. That is the part I keep watching. Not because anyone should copy it, but because it shows how quickly a mountain can take choices away. On steep, blind terrain, line recognition is part of skiing technique. By the time Syversen saw the cliff, the important navigation error had already happened metres earlier. All he could do then was stay clear enough to manage what came next. He hit deep snow and disappeared into it. The film crew reached him and dug him out within minutes. He had survived a 107-metre fall from a cliff he had never intended to jump. There is nothing casual about this clip. Syversen had prepared the line, but one almost identical landmark changed everything. His own account describes a chain of tiny decisions made under pressure: do not panic, do not try to stop when stopping is gone, avoid the rocks, prepare for the impact. The number everyone remembers is 107 metres. The detail that stays with me is smaller: two similar rocks, one wrong turn, ten metres of snow, and a skier who still had to make one last correct decision

Ski Life

165,887 görüntüleme • 8 gün önce

Milton Friedman held up a 10-cent pencil in 1980 and said 0 people on Earth could make it. Not 0 people in the room. 0 people alive. The wood came from a tree in Washington, and to cut that tree you need a saw, and to make the saw you need steel, and to make the steel you need iron ore pulled out of the ground by men who will never see a pencil factory. The graphite came from a mine somewhere in South America, the eraser from Malaya, off rubber trees that aren’t even native to Malaya traders hauled those seeds over from Brazil with help from the British government, and then came the brass, the yellow paint, the black lines, the glue. 4 times on camera he says a version of the same line: I don’t know where this part comes from. He isn’t hedging, he’s setting the trap. Thousands of people made that pencil across 4 continents, speaking different languages, praying to different gods, and some of them would hate each other on sight if they ever met but not one of them woke up that morning wanting to make a pencil. No ministry assigned them, no central office sent orders, and nobody holds the blueprint because the blueprint doesn’t exist. You walk into a store and trade 2 minutes of your own life for a few seconds from thousands of strangers who will never know your name, and price is the only thing that arranged it. Friedman didn’t invent the argument he lifted it from a 1958 essay called “I, Pencil,” written by Leonard Read in the voice of the pencil itself, and his only edit was to pick the thing up and hold it in his hand. That’s the whole move: an abstraction shrunk down to 7 inches of wood. 46 years later the clip still travels because it never argues with you. It just hands you a pencil and waits.
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Milton Friedman held up a 10-cent pencil in 1980 and said 0 people on Earth could make it. Not 0 people in the room. 0 people alive. The wood came from a tree in Washington, and to cut that tree you need a saw, and to make the saw you need steel, and to make the steel you need iron ore pulled out of the ground by men who will never see a pencil factory. The graphite came from a mine somewhere in South America, the eraser from Malaya, off rubber trees that aren’t even native to Malaya traders hauled those seeds over from Brazil with help from the British government, and then came the brass, the yellow paint, the black lines, the glue. 4 times on camera he says a version of the same line: I don’t know where this part comes from. He isn’t hedging, he’s setting the trap. Thousands of people made that pencil across 4 continents, speaking different languages, praying to different gods, and some of them would hate each other on sight if they ever met but not one of them woke up that morning wanting to make a pencil. No ministry assigned them, no central office sent orders, and nobody holds the blueprint because the blueprint doesn’t exist. You walk into a store and trade 2 minutes of your own life for a few seconds from thousands of strangers who will never know your name, and price is the only thing that arranged it. Friedman didn’t invent the argument he lifted it from a 1958 essay called “I, Pencil,” written by Leonard Read in the voice of the pencil itself, and his only edit was to pick the thing up and hold it in his hand. That’s the whole move: an abstraction shrunk down to 7 inches of wood. 46 years later the clip still travels because it never argues with you. It just hands you a pencil and waits.

West Lord

607,070 görüntüleme • 22 gün önce

A 15 year old American walked into a barbershop and asked the owner to google his own business. The owner laughed and said why would I google myself, I know where I am. The kid said just do it. He did. His barbershop didn't show up. Not in the AI answer at the top of Google. Not in ChatGPT when you ask for the best barbershop nearby. Not in Meta AI. Three AI systems that millions of people use to find local businesses and his shop was invisible in all of them. The kid turned his phone around and showed him what does show up. His competitor two blocks away. Worse reviews, fewer years in business. But that guy appeared in every AI recommendation because his website had the right structure. The barber stopped laughing. The kid said: I can fix this. $800. Give me one week. He learned the whole thing from Claude Code three months earlier. Asked one question: how do people find local businesses now and what's changing? Claude explained that AI systems are replacing traditional search and most local businesses aren't optimized for it because most marketers don't even know it's happening yet. Claude Code built him a tool that checks whether any business appears in AI responses across ChatGPT, Google AI Overview and Meta AI. He types in a business name and sees exactly where they're visible and where they're not. Then Claude taught him how to fix it. He walked into the barbershop with the problem and the solution already in his pocket. 8 clients at $800 each in month one. Every satisfied owner referred him to the next one. The barbershop told the dry cleaner. The dentist told the orthodontist. The car wash told the tire shop. He didn't run a single ad. $14,000 in month one. By month two he stopped walking into businesses. They were calling him. He's 15. Can't drive to his clients. His mom drops him off and waits in the car while he walks into a business with a laptop and walks out 20 minutes later with an $800 contract. She asked him last week what he actually does in there. He said I show people that they're invisible and then I make them visible. She said that sounds like a scam. He showed her his bank account. She stopped calling it a scam. Most marketers are still selling Facebook ads and SEO packages. This kid is selling something they haven't figured out exists yet. AI visibility. The new front door to every business. And he's the only one in his city with the key. He found that key by asking Claude Code one question. The answer built him a $14,000 a month business before he got his learner's permit.
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A 15 year old American walked into a barbershop and asked the owner to google his own business. The owner laughed and said why would I google myself, I know where I am. The kid said just do it. He did. His barbershop didn't show up. Not in the AI answer at the top of Google. Not in ChatGPT when you ask for the best barbershop nearby. Not in Meta AI. Three AI systems that millions of people use to find local businesses and his shop was invisible in all of them. The kid turned his phone around and showed him what does show up. His competitor two blocks away. Worse reviews, fewer years in business. But that guy appeared in every AI recommendation because his website had the right structure. The barber stopped laughing. The kid said: I can fix this. $800. Give me one week. He learned the whole thing from Claude Code three months earlier. Asked one question: how do people find local businesses now and what's changing? Claude explained that AI systems are replacing traditional search and most local businesses aren't optimized for it because most marketers don't even know it's happening yet. Claude Code built him a tool that checks whether any business appears in AI responses across ChatGPT, Google AI Overview and Meta AI. He types in a business name and sees exactly where they're visible and where they're not. Then Claude taught him how to fix it. He walked into the barbershop with the problem and the solution already in his pocket. 8 clients at $800 each in month one. Every satisfied owner referred him to the next one. The barbershop told the dry cleaner. The dentist told the orthodontist. The car wash told the tire shop. He didn't run a single ad. $14,000 in month one. By month two he stopped walking into businesses. They were calling him. He's 15. Can't drive to his clients. His mom drops him off and waits in the car while he walks into a business with a laptop and walks out 20 minutes later with an $800 contract. She asked him last week what he actually does in there. He said I show people that they're invisible and then I make them visible. She said that sounds like a scam. He showed her his bank account. She stopped calling it a scam. Most marketers are still selling Facebook ads and SEO packages. This kid is selling something they haven't figured out exists yet. AI visibility. The new front door to every business. And he's the only one in his city with the key. He found that key by asking Claude Code one question. The answer built him a $14,000 a month business before he got his learner's permit.

Marlow

69,200 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce

For nearly a decade the most trusted wine dealer in America was counterfeiting bottles in his kitchen sink and selling them to BILLIONAIRES for $50,000 each. > Rudy Kurniawan showed up on the fine wine scene in the early 2000s. A young Indonesian wearing Hermès, spending $1 MILLION a month at auction. > Nobody questioned where the money came from. The wine he poured was too good for that. > Kurniawan hosted private dinners for BILLIONAIRE collectors and opened impossibly rare Burgundy, the kind that trades for $50,000 a bottle. > Attenders were seduced and started buying privately. > His two auctions in 2006 made $35 MILLION combined. The largest single consignor wine sale in history. > Between dinners, the same man was at his kitchen sink mixing cheap Napa wine with old Burgundy. > Pouring the blend into empty bottles, printing fake labels on his laptop, dusting them to look aged and sealing them with authentic French wax. > The fraud was uncovered not by investigators but by Laurent Ponsot, a fourth generation French vintner who noticed his family's bottles being sold from vintages his family never produced. > When the FBI raided Kurniawan's home they found old bottles soaking in the sink, 30 to 50 open bottles with funnels and re-corkers on the counter and wax still dripping off freshly sealed bottles in the next room. > A 2013 conviction landed him 10 years in prison. > The court ordered him to repay $28.4 MILLION and forfeit another $20 MILLION. The government has only recovered about $2 MILLION. > Up to 10,000 of his fake bottles are still sitting in private cellars around the world, completely undetected. > Released in November 2020 after seven years, he was deported to Indonesia in April 2021. > Today he is reportedly making fake wines again as a party trick at exclusive Singapore dinners. BILLIONAIRES pay him to taste his fakes against the originals. > Most of them prefer the fakes. The rarest wines in the world were being made at a kitchen sink. The billionaires who paid for them never noticed the difference. They still don't.
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For nearly a decade the most trusted wine dealer in America was counterfeiting bottles in his kitchen sink and selling them to BILLIONAIRES for $50,000 each. > Rudy Kurniawan showed up on the fine wine scene in the early 2000s. A young Indonesian wearing Hermès, spending $1 MILLION a month at auction. > Nobody questioned where the money came from. The wine he poured was too good for that. > Kurniawan hosted private dinners for BILLIONAIRE collectors and opened impossibly rare Burgundy, the kind that trades for $50,000 a bottle. > Attenders were seduced and started buying privately. > His two auctions in 2006 made $35 MILLION combined. The largest single consignor wine sale in history. > Between dinners, the same man was at his kitchen sink mixing cheap Napa wine with old Burgundy. > Pouring the blend into empty bottles, printing fake labels on his laptop, dusting them to look aged and sealing them with authentic French wax. > The fraud was uncovered not by investigators but by Laurent Ponsot, a fourth generation French vintner who noticed his family's bottles being sold from vintages his family never produced. > When the FBI raided Kurniawan's home they found old bottles soaking in the sink, 30 to 50 open bottles with funnels and re-corkers on the counter and wax still dripping off freshly sealed bottles in the next room. > A 2013 conviction landed him 10 years in prison. > The court ordered him to repay $28.4 MILLION and forfeit another $20 MILLION. The government has only recovered about $2 MILLION. > Up to 10,000 of his fake bottles are still sitting in private cellars around the world, completely undetected. > Released in November 2020 after seven years, he was deported to Indonesia in April 2021. > Today he is reportedly making fake wines again as a party trick at exclusive Singapore dinners. BILLIONAIRES pay him to taste his fakes against the originals. > Most of them prefer the fakes. The rarest wines in the world were being made at a kitchen sink. The billionaires who paid for them never noticed the difference. They still don't.

Jeremy

608,435 görüntüleme • 4 ay önce