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I've been going through the videos I have with Ciera, and I'd like to share this one with you all. This was at the end of April, we'd been staying in hospital awaiting MRI results, and the next day was an EEG scan and blood testing. It was an incredibly anxious and stressful time for myself and the people close to us. However, my darling girl kept a smile on her face and showed me and the nursing staff what an angel she is. Here she is doing one of her favourite things, assisted clapping! Ciera cannot walk or talk, and she will most likely stay that way for a while, but I am determined to help her as much as I can, and work with her so she reaches her full potential. And of course, make sure she keeps smiling. I love you so much, Ciera Grace. 🩷
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I've been going through the videos I have with Ciera, and I'd like to share this one with you all. This was at the end of April, we'd been staying in hospital awaiting MRI results, and the next day was an EEG scan and blood testing. It was an incredibly anxious and stressful time for myself and the people close to us. However, my darling girl kept a smile on her face and showed me and the nursing staff what an angel she is. Here she is doing one of her favourite things, assisted clapping! Ciera cannot walk or talk, and she will most likely stay that way for a while, but I am determined to help her as much as I can, and work with her so she reaches her full potential. And of course, make sure she keeps smiling. I love you so much, Ciera Grace. 🩷

Celine against The Machine

27,082 Aufrufe • vor 2 Monaten

This reel is by Danny Schaechter, a QB coach from Libertyville HS outside of Chicago and an expert in rotational mechanics in throwing. I sought him out to learn the truth about shooting mechanics. I had never felt comfortable teaching shooting mechanics for power myself because I know I’m not an expert on that. I’m more of an expert in teaching deceptive shooting. I also had my doubts that what was generally being taught by lacrosse coaches around the nation about shooting mechanics was on point either. So I did a podcast with Danny and asked him to do a reel for JM3. ”Cracking the whip is the key to a powerful lacrosse shot & scoring more goals! Keep your head still for focus, let your hips drive the rotation, plant a solid foot for stability, and avoid pushing your hands back to maintain the whip effect.”
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This reel is by Danny Schaechter, a QB coach from Libertyville HS outside of Chicago and an expert in rotational mechanics in throwing. I sought him out to learn the truth about shooting mechanics. I had never felt comfortable teaching shooting mechanics for power myself because I know I’m not an expert on that. I’m more of an expert in teaching deceptive shooting. I also had my doubts that what was generally being taught by lacrosse coaches around the nation about shooting mechanics was on point either. So I did a podcast with Danny and asked him to do a reel for JM3. ”Cracking the whip is the key to a powerful lacrosse shot & scoring more goals! Keep your head still for focus, let your hips drive the rotation, plant a solid foot for stability, and avoid pushing your hands back to maintain the whip effect.”

JM3 SPORTS

22,255 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

July 14th, 2023, my 11 years old sickel cell son had a surgery that got his spleen and gall bladder removed. I followed him into the theater, and we barely spent 3 minutes they said, he's going to sleep now, and I didn't know when they administered the anesthesia. He just said, "My mom, I want my mom, then closed his eyes.... eh, I was shocked, scared, and startled. I screamed, he's not talking again, they said he's asleep. He appears lifeless within 30 seconds. I sat on the floor, lost, broken, and shattered. They managed to remove me from the theater room. I sat right on the floor at the door and wept. Deep pain, I couldn't explain it. I got to the hospital room, weeping, and the procedure was going to take 6 to 8 hours. I cried the whole time, begging God to please keep him alive. All alone in that room, dejected, broken, alone, and helpless. I put on cityAlight worship songs and continue to cry my cry. They called after 6 hrs to tell me they're almost done. It doesn't feel like 2 hrs. When he came out, he was a completely different boy. Couldn't move his body, the same boy that walked into the hospital. 24hrs later, his bp started rising, and I kept telling them something isn't right. Later that day, i went home to quickly make food, Then, i got a vall that he suddenly developed a seizure and passed away. All the units ran down, doing everything within their power to resuscitate him. My sister called me to inform me, I was lost. I ran from upstairs downstairs to the front of my house weeping. Where will I go from here, I can't bury a child. Brethren drove me down to the hospital. On our way, they were praying, but I was just crying. I kept calling my sister but she didn't pick, then she called the people with me in the car that he's not responding o. While we were almost there, they said he's coming back slowly. He was transferred immediately to ICU, and the whole drama became serious. Now he's awake but in serious pain. On one of the days after Sunday service, we got there, and I met the staff doing an x-ray of his chest, so I went to the screen and I saw a skeleton skull right on his chest. I called one of my brothers who was there and asked him to come see. He said he couldn't see anything, so I saw the skeleton skull again. Then, I told them that the boy is healed. At that point, my brain was awakened. I asked for bowls, I put water, and washed him aggressively, moving his legs, hands, body, while he was screaming and crying.. his bp kept rising. The nurses ran in, and I told them not to worry, that he's fine. After washing, I sat him up, he kept crying, my mom please, I said you're healed my dear. After that, I told my sister who was with him that she should make sure he eats. I came home, and I slept and was calm. Why? Because at that point of revelation, I knew the battle was no longer mine. I rest! The next day, my son was able to sit for two 2 hours straight, and everyone was happy. I told them he's healed. On Tuesday, he sat in a wheelchair and was wheeled to the play room. I kept smiling. By Thursday, he's walking to the toilet by himself. That was how he got back, and he was discharged. I can't measure the amount of pain I had felt in life, but the moment God opened my eyes to see beyond the ordinary, I would just relax and let him work it out. Because it is no longer mine, the Lord reveals the battle he had conquered. Once your eyes are open to see them, they're no more. This is just one out of many wonders of God over my life and my children.
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July 14th, 2023, my 11 years old sickel cell son had a surgery that got his spleen and gall bladder removed. I followed him into the theater, and we barely spent 3 minutes they said, he's going to sleep now, and I didn't know when they administered the anesthesia. He just said, "My mom, I want my mom, then closed his eyes.... eh, I was shocked, scared, and startled. I screamed, he's not talking again, they said he's asleep. He appears lifeless within 30 seconds. I sat on the floor, lost, broken, and shattered. They managed to remove me from the theater room. I sat right on the floor at the door and wept. Deep pain, I couldn't explain it. I got to the hospital room, weeping, and the procedure was going to take 6 to 8 hours. I cried the whole time, begging God to please keep him alive. All alone in that room, dejected, broken, alone, and helpless. I put on cityAlight worship songs and continue to cry my cry. They called after 6 hrs to tell me they're almost done. It doesn't feel like 2 hrs. When he came out, he was a completely different boy. Couldn't move his body, the same boy that walked into the hospital. 24hrs later, his bp started rising, and I kept telling them something isn't right. Later that day, i went home to quickly make food, Then, i got a vall that he suddenly developed a seizure and passed away. All the units ran down, doing everything within their power to resuscitate him. My sister called me to inform me, I was lost. I ran from upstairs downstairs to the front of my house weeping. Where will I go from here, I can't bury a child. Brethren drove me down to the hospital. On our way, they were praying, but I was just crying. I kept calling my sister but she didn't pick, then she called the people with me in the car that he's not responding o. While we were almost there, they said he's coming back slowly. He was transferred immediately to ICU, and the whole drama became serious. Now he's awake but in serious pain. On one of the days after Sunday service, we got there, and I met the staff doing an x-ray of his chest, so I went to the screen and I saw a skeleton skull right on his chest. I called one of my brothers who was there and asked him to come see. He said he couldn't see anything, so I saw the skeleton skull again. Then, I told them that the boy is healed. At that point, my brain was awakened. I asked for bowls, I put water, and washed him aggressively, moving his legs, hands, body, while he was screaming and crying.. his bp kept rising. The nurses ran in, and I told them not to worry, that he's fine. After washing, I sat him up, he kept crying, my mom please, I said you're healed my dear. After that, I told my sister who was with him that she should make sure he eats. I came home, and I slept and was calm. Why? Because at that point of revelation, I knew the battle was no longer mine. I rest! The next day, my son was able to sit for two 2 hours straight, and everyone was happy. I told them he's healed. On Tuesday, he sat in a wheelchair and was wheeled to the play room. I kept smiling. By Thursday, he's walking to the toilet by himself. That was how he got back, and he was discharged. I can't measure the amount of pain I had felt in life, but the moment God opened my eyes to see beyond the ordinary, I would just relax and let him work it out. Because it is no longer mine, the Lord reveals the battle he had conquered. Once your eyes are open to see them, they're no more. This is just one out of many wonders of God over my life and my children.

Temmy

513,802 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

I FOUND A LEAGUE OF LEGENDS BUG THAT RUINED MY LIFE AT THE WORST TIME IMAGINABLE (END OF SEASON LEAGUE OF LEGENDS) anyways i was disgustingly playing mage bot lane because i was sick and tired of getting ass blasted from giga range so i joined in on the fun but actually it wasn't so fun after all because what league of legends was doing to me was way worse than ANYTHING imaginable. IT WAS CHANGING MY MOUSE SPEED MAKING ME BECOME SO SCHITZO, I WAS MISCLICKING AND THEN I WOULD GASLIGHT MYSELF INTO THINKING HOLY FUCK RUE SO DOGSHIT BECAUSE URE A WOMAN (as told by many people!!) but i found out what the issue was it looks like league is forcing its own disgusting wants onto my window mouse settings without consent at a 1:5 ratio AKA - 5 to 1, 10 to 2, 15 to 3 etc my normal windows mouse setting was 5 (FIVE) and my league mouse setting was 30 (THIRTY) and everytime i would load into a game it forced my windows setting mouse speed to 6 (SIX) AND MAKING ME SCHITZO THE FUCK OUT I BOUGHT A NEW MOUSE THINKING MY MOUSE WAS BROKEN, LOST 600 LP AND FUCKING WENT BALD NOW MY DOCTOR PRESCRIBED ME 5 DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS IN HOPES IT WOULD CURE MY ISSUES and it also has nothing to do with persisted settings whatsoever this has been happening to me for so fucking long and i kept coping but if anyone else has this problem please HELP ME GOD Drew Levin pplease help me
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I FOUND A LEAGUE OF LEGENDS BUG THAT RUINED MY LIFE AT THE WORST TIME IMAGINABLE (END OF SEASON LEAGUE OF LEGENDS) anyways i was disgustingly playing mage bot lane because i was sick and tired of getting ass blasted from giga range so i joined in on the fun but actually it wasn't so fun after all because what league of legends was doing to me was way worse than ANYTHING imaginable. IT WAS CHANGING MY MOUSE SPEED MAKING ME BECOME SO SCHITZO, I WAS MISCLICKING AND THEN I WOULD GASLIGHT MYSELF INTO THINKING HOLY FUCK RUE SO DOGSHIT BECAUSE URE A WOMAN (as told by many people!!) but i found out what the issue was it looks like league is forcing its own disgusting wants onto my window mouse settings without consent at a 1:5 ratio AKA - 5 to 1, 10 to 2, 15 to 3 etc my normal windows mouse setting was 5 (FIVE) and my league mouse setting was 30 (THIRTY) and everytime i would load into a game it forced my windows setting mouse speed to 6 (SIX) AND MAKING ME SCHITZO THE FUCK OUT I BOUGHT A NEW MOUSE THINKING MY MOUSE WAS BROKEN, LOST 600 LP AND FUCKING WENT BALD NOW MY DOCTOR PRESCRIBED ME 5 DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS IN HOPES IT WOULD CURE MY ISSUES and it also has nothing to do with persisted settings whatsoever this has been happening to me for so fucking long and i kept coping but if anyone else has this problem please HELP ME GOD Drew Levin pplease help me

bluwunk

58,077 Aufrufe • vor 1 Monat

SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.
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SN1 EP1: SEPERATION Attention: this post is not to seek validation from anyone here, but it is meant to clarify claims (Rated PG). I will start off this tete-a-tete with the baby mama, then Mutuzo later in the due course. Everyone has to get served with equity and equality now that we are under the gender equality oath. In December 2022, towards Christmas, my woman decided to go to the village for the festivities. It didn't auger well with me but I suggested that she leaves my son so i can have that celebration with him. She bitterly refused to listen to my plea, so she started fussing with not only sharp demeaning words towards me, but also brandishing a sharp knife at me (which was like the 100th time) with other objects. I held onto my son and locked the door but her temperatures boiled with hot magma, to the extent of hitting me with a mingling stick on my forehead, almost uprooting my eye. Eventually, I yielded for the sake of my son, so I handed him over and told my woman to do as she wished. However I told her if she was leaving, she would never be allowed back into my house, the claim she just laughed off with a sneer click. That night, I packed all her belongings and piled them safely. After two full weeks wherever she were, she returned one night alone without my son, she knocked but when I saw no son, I never opened for fear of a harmful attack on me. The next day at 6am, I put the pile of belongings at the door and went for my hustles. It was painful letting go of a 5 year well cultivated relationship which had also resulted into a handsome young boy. I did all this to end the toxicity that was at the peak and stop fights which could have ended in death or severe injuries. They say, to get truth out of a woman, you wait when she is angry. My baby mama spilled sharp claims that made me lose interest and raise suspicious questions. I have never been at the center of my son's prime decision making processes. It is always her little naughty feminist friends or family that dictates what should be done and how. My baby mama will craft any story using my son to extract money from myself and everyone around me, even my mother and distant friends. My son's welfare, and especially education, are very pertinent to me as a father. But it hurts me that my baby mama will get the school, decide whether boarding or day plan, then ask me for school fees at the end of all the important processes. In this economy, much as education is important, it shouldn't be a cut throat for me as a father. I could have a better plan for my son, but alas! I am never invited at the table of decision making. That makes me always think, who is the father of the boy? Those who have seen screenshots from Mutuzo have definitely seen how my baby mama saved my number in her phone, "Big Fool". I am sure you now have a glimpse of the type of woman I was struggling with in my 5 year cohabiting tenure. Moving forward, I love my son and not even his mother's validation plans will alter my love for that boy because he is my rightful heir. All I want is him brought back to my custody and my monitoring. He is a man, I wouldn't want him to become a riff raff just because he is being trained by a bunch of toxic feminists to hate the father. The video below is just a tip of the iceberg from my google drive. I am not posting it to tarnish her, I am posting it to clear claims of me beating her and not being in my son's life. I was ripped off my son against my wish and pray the universe relocates him back to me. As i said, I will be unlocking padlock after padlock. For now, conceptualize this and give me your honest opinions vis-à-vis the accusations that have been laid on me unfairly. I know it is a rebuttal for feminists who saying I beat my woman, but here is my evidence. I will attach a photo of me with a swollen forehead below. I thank you all.

MrHashtag🇺🇬 𝕏

1,194,444 Aufrufe • vor 1 Jahr

#WATCH | Delhi | Inna Makan, Mother of the 23-year-old Sahil Dhaneshra, who died in a road accident, says, "There's no ongoing court proceedings. I had a document I had to sign... I've done everything. I've put in so much effort myself and given it to the police that they don't need to do anything anymore... I've found and provided them with so much evidence myself... I've suffered the biggest loss, so I'll speak out in anger and cry. I did not raise my child all his life to see his photo like this everywhere... If the world has not seen his post-mortem report yet, I request that they see it. Not even a single part of his body was left that wasn't injured so badly... These lawyers who are defending him now already saved that boy twice before..."
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#WATCH | Delhi | Inna Makan, Mother of the 23-year-old Sahil Dhaneshra, who died in a road accident, says, "There's no ongoing court proceedings. I had a document I had to sign... I've done everything. I've put in so much effort myself and given it to the police that they don't need to do anything anymore... I've found and provided them with so much evidence myself... I've suffered the biggest loss, so I'll speak out in anger and cry. I did not raise my child all his life to see his photo like this everywhere... If the world has not seen his post-mortem report yet, I request that they see it. Not even a single part of his body was left that wasn't injured so badly... These lawyers who are defending him now already saved that boy twice before..."

ANI

109,837 Aufrufe • vor 6 Monaten