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Rob Gronkowski says Tom Brady told him he would never throw him the ball again after he ran the wrong route during practice his rookie year “I didn’t really like him my rookie year. He was just getting on my case nonstop, and it was kind of mind fucking me so much that I couldn’t be myself out there sometimes. I couldn’t run the right route because I was just thinking so much. There was just so much on the plate at first. I got a coach telling me to do this, I got Tom telling me to do this, and then finally, you just figure it out and it all clicks” “It took me about halfway through my rookie year, and then obviously, going into my second year, it clicked to a whole other level. We went for 21 touchdowns total, including the playoffs. But my rookie year, he was on my case. I remember I ran a flag route, and I ran inside the guy instead of getting outside of him. He flipped out on me in the meeting after practice and told me he’s never going to throw me the ball again” “I got butt hurt and Alge Crumpler saw it too. He just tapped on my thigh. He was like, ‘Yo, Gronk, don’t worry about that. Tom’s just being Tom. Keep doing you.’ Then it kind of put a fire under my ass. That’s what Tom was so great at doing. I didn’t really realize that’s what he was doing either. He was just trying to get the best out of you, and it lit a fire under my ass” “Then I just wanted to prove Tom wrong. Like, ‘All right, I’m going to run this flag route every time now, and you’re never going to throw me the ball, but I’m going to be open by five yards, and you’re going to look like the idiot now.’ That happened, and then he threw me the ball about 600 more times from there on out”
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Rob Gronkowski says Tom Brady told him he would never throw him the ball again after he ran the wrong route during practice his rookie year “I didn’t really like him my rookie year. He was just getting on my case nonstop, and it was kind of mind fucking me so much that I couldn’t be myself out there sometimes. I couldn’t run the right route because I was just thinking so much. There was just so much on the plate at first. I got a coach telling me to do this, I got Tom telling me to do this, and then finally, you just figure it out and it all clicks” “It took me about halfway through my rookie year, and then obviously, going into my second year, it clicked to a whole other level. We went for 21 touchdowns total, including the playoffs. But my rookie year, he was on my case. I remember I ran a flag route, and I ran inside the guy instead of getting outside of him. He flipped out on me in the meeting after practice and told me he’s never going to throw me the ball again” “I got butt hurt and Alge Crumpler saw it too. He just tapped on my thigh. He was like, ‘Yo, Gronk, don’t worry about that. Tom’s just being Tom. Keep doing you.’ Then it kind of put a fire under my ass. That’s what Tom was so great at doing. I didn’t really realize that’s what he was doing either. He was just trying to get the best out of you, and it lit a fire under my ass” “Then I just wanted to prove Tom wrong. Like, ‘All right, I’m going to run this flag route every time now, and you’re never going to throw me the ball, but I’m going to be open by five yards, and you’re going to look like the idiot now.’ That happened, and then he threw me the ball about 600 more times from there on out”

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As a young man, I was partially feminized and chemically castrated. My first adult relationship was with a man who deceived me about his age. I believed he was perhaps 15 years older, but in truth, he was over 20 years my senior. I was a homeless autistic epileptic teen, jumping from place to place, desperate for stability and a Home. He lured me in with promises of safety and shelter, whispers of love. He manipulated me, exploited my devotion, and groomed me into selling my body, convincing me that my only worth lay in my body. That I had to sell myself to make more because my disability check was not enough. My love my labor in the home was not enough. He physically abused me, breaking my teeth, and sold me to other men. He put me on camera and took everything, I earned not a single penny. Nearly a year after I escaped him, he was arrested for possessing child pornography. I saw the warrant myself in his ransacked home. Horrified I walked out and closed that memory in a box and tried to never think about him again. It wasn’t until I was 33 when I was reading reduxx, and learning what gamps were, deep in my studies on sexology that I came to the painful realization that his attraction to me stemmed from my youthful, childlike appearance and his predatory nature as a pedophile. That he was a gamp/pedo fetishist and transition itself had put me in his path. In that moment I painted my life with black brush, and I was forever changed. Genevieve Gluck is based, It is not just AGP fueling Trans, it is the men escalated into porn addiction who have become so desensitized to healthy sex that they develop a fascination for the abnormal. Porn hub has openly admitted to injecting shemale porn into the feeds of its most frequent users hoping that they will develop this fetish and become more diversified in the porn they consume. Epstein Island lives as a permanent historical example that Pedophilia and GAMP (Gyne-Andro-Morphophilia) often run hand in hand. These perversions exist in men at all levels of power and they are a motivating factor for preserving the human experimentation done under transgenderism. A lot of the clean cut, smiling normal looking men in power who support trans could be just like my ex. Autogynephiles Mass Reported me for this post. Talking about this got me blackmailed and stalked, harassed for over a year. I will never shut up, This pain is carved into my body and mind.
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As a young man, I was partially feminized and chemically castrated. My first adult relationship was with a man who deceived me about his age. I believed he was perhaps 15 years older, but in truth, he was over 20 years my senior. I was a homeless autistic epileptic teen, jumping from place to place, desperate for stability and a Home. He lured me in with promises of safety and shelter, whispers of love. He manipulated me, exploited my devotion, and groomed me into selling my body, convincing me that my only worth lay in my body. That I had to sell myself to make more because my disability check was not enough. My love my labor in the home was not enough. He physically abused me, breaking my teeth, and sold me to other men. He put me on camera and took everything, I earned not a single penny. Nearly a year after I escaped him, he was arrested for possessing child pornography. I saw the warrant myself in his ransacked home. Horrified I walked out and closed that memory in a box and tried to never think about him again. It wasn’t until I was 33 when I was reading reduxx, and learning what gamps were, deep in my studies on sexology that I came to the painful realization that his attraction to me stemmed from my youthful, childlike appearance and his predatory nature as a pedophile. That he was a gamp/pedo fetishist and transition itself had put me in his path. In that moment I painted my life with black brush, and I was forever changed. Genevieve Gluck is based, It is not just AGP fueling Trans, it is the men escalated into porn addiction who have become so desensitized to healthy sex that they develop a fascination for the abnormal. Porn hub has openly admitted to injecting shemale porn into the feeds of its most frequent users hoping that they will develop this fetish and become more diversified in the porn they consume. Epstein Island lives as a permanent historical example that Pedophilia and GAMP (Gyne-Andro-Morphophilia) often run hand in hand. These perversions exist in men at all levels of power and they are a motivating factor for preserving the human experimentation done under transgenderism. A lot of the clean cut, smiling normal looking men in power who support trans could be just like my ex. Autogynephiles Mass Reported me for this post. Talking about this got me blackmailed and stalked, harassed for over a year. I will never shut up, This pain is carved into my body and mind.

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Signing Off 2024 with the Biggest Life Lesson I learnt this year. It was February 2024, My friend from the USA— ( yes one who had bought me a farmhouse ) —was visiting India with his family. We decided to meet for dinner. My 4-year-old son and his 3-year-old daughter hit it off instantly. They played tirelessly, running around till well past 1:30 AM. By the time we wrapped up, we were exhausted. The next day was a Sunday, and my son slept in late, waking up around 1 PM. He ate a little food and, feeling tired, asked if he could sleep some more. My wife and I didn’t think much of it. By the time he woke up again at 6 PM, something didn’t seem right. As he walked into the drawing room, I noticed he was limping. He struggled to maintain his balance, and when he tried speaking, he stammered. My heart sank. Was it an injury from the night before? Or something else? Without wasting time, we rushed to the nearest orthopedic hospital. But the doctor was in surgery, and the wait felt endless. My gut told me this wasn’t just a physical injury. I called his pediatrician, who asked us to come over immediately. At the pediatrician’s clinic, after a quick check-up, the doctor said, “This is neurological. Admit him as soon as possible.” He recommended SGVP Hospital in Ahmedabad. We rushed to SGVP, and on the way, I was trying to stay strong, preparing myself for what could be a long and difficult journey. Like any father all I wanted was for my son to be okay. That night, he was admitted. The next day, an MRI revealed he had Encephalitis - in easy words swelling in the brain. My Son was not aware what he was going through.Looking at the fridge in the Room he thought we were at some Resort for our Holidays.But soon he met with the Reality when the sister came and checked his vain and put a niddle in his tiny hand. It was tough watching this as a father. All I could think about was seeing my son walk again, talk normally, and smile like he always did. In the pediatric ward, there was a small play area. Despite his condition, I decided to take him there. I held him by the shoulders as he tried to play with the toys. While we were there, another boy caught my eye—a chubby 4-year-old with short hair. He was playing with a toy doctor’s kit. He was there with his mom and grandmother. For a moment, I envied that boy. He could walk, run, and play freely. My son, on the other hand, needed me to support him for every little step. I wondered when we would see the day he could play on his own again or will we ever see that day again ? There were Flurry of thoughts rushing through my mind as I saw the Little Boy Playing Freely. To be honest I was feeling bad for my son. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked the boy’s grandmother why they were there. Her answer stunned me. “He’s on chemotherapy,” she said. “We come here every three months.” I was speechless. Here I was, worrying about my son’s condition, and this little boy was bravely fighting a battle much bigger than ours. In that moment, my perspective shifted completely. Just minutes ago, I had envied that boy for walking and playing, but now I realized how much strength he and his family must have to face something so challenging. That experience taught me the most important lesson of my life: gratitude and perspective. Everyone is Fighting their Own battle. No matter how tough life gets, there’s always someone facing a bigger battle. Instead of focusing on what we’ve lost, we should cherish what we have and find strength in every moment. Today, my son is fully rocevered and can play on his own , and I really hope and pray that that little boy and his family too have managed to cross the Hurdle.

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WARNING: Emotional post (but worth reading or bookmarking for later). Time is cruel. But that cruelty carries the seeds of beauty. Last weekend, my family and I made our annual pilgrimage to a small community in northwest Connecticut. We started going when I was 18 months old. I met my two best friends there. I caught my first fish there. I had my first crush there. But perhaps most importantly, I played my first game of catch there. As I remember it, I was probably about five years old. My dad had a softball and a couple of old baseball gloves. And there, in the tall, overgrown grass, we threw the ball back and forth. As the years wore on, I got bigger and the ball started moving faster. We played catch damn near every single day when I was a kid. It didn't really matter what time of year or what time of day. We'd play catch in the snow in January. In the early morning light before school. In the dim light of the evenings when he got home from work. In high school, when I started getting college scholarship offers, we played catch. While on the team at Stanford, when my family went on vacation, we played catch. But then, my career ended. And with it, our game of catch. Time is a funny thing. Usually, it goes unnoticed. It exists, but not really. Only in some abstract sense. It flows under the surface. Adjacent to your reality, but not exactly in it. The routines of life make it go faster. You settle into patterns. Paths with gravity. You take a job. You establish a place. You start a family. The days start blending together. They become weeks, months, years, even decades. But then, something breaks. There's some collision. Suddenly, time gets thrust to the surface. Time goes unnoticed, until it's the only thing you notice. I've felt that most painfully with my parents. My dad is 70 now. In some ways, that 70-year-old version feels like a stranger to me. I think the image we have of our parents never really changes from the one we establish as kids. I still see my dad as the young, vibrant, athletic young man. The one who could hit the ball farther than anyone I knew. The one who could toss me up on his shoulders in a flash. The one who could beat me in a race (but usually let me win). I still see that young dad in his eyes, in his energy, in his curiosity for life. In some painful sense, I imagine the 70-year-old version feels like a stranger to him, too. Time is cruel. But that cruelty carries the seeds of beauty. The most beautiful things in life are made beautiful by their impermanence. So, what are we to do about all of this? Perhaps we must simply give in to time. Embrace its unending, relentless flow. Live as we are. Do as we can. But what if, in truth, we have a bit more power than that? What if it's possible, in some imperfect, impermanent way, to control time? To bend time and space. To really be there. To really feel it. To embrace it, without giving in to it. To live as we want. To do as we dream. That theory is what brings me back to last Sunday, when I felt compelled to unlock one of the old cabinets in my parent's cottage. It was a cabinet that, when opened, had the feel of a time capsule. Dust and cobwebs everywhere. A musty smell. Like reaching into it was reaching back in time. I pulled out my old baseball glove. And my dad's old catcher's mitt. I walked outside, where I found my dad playing with his grandsons on the swings. I held up the two gloves, a smile across my face. "Hey, Dad, wanna have a catch?" I smiled. He smiled. We walked side by side out onto the field. And there, in the tall, overgrown grass, we threw the ball back and forth. As we did, something amazing happened. Time melted away. 30 years disappeared. He wasn't 70. I wasn't 35. I was that little boy again. And he was my young dad. Just playing catch for no purpose at all. It was just a game of catch. But it was so much more.
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WARNING: Emotional post (but worth reading or bookmarking for later). Time is cruel. But that cruelty carries the seeds of beauty. Last weekend, my family and I made our annual pilgrimage to a small community in northwest Connecticut. We started going when I was 18 months old. I met my two best friends there. I caught my first fish there. I had my first crush there. But perhaps most importantly, I played my first game of catch there. As I remember it, I was probably about five years old. My dad had a softball and a couple of old baseball gloves. And there, in the tall, overgrown grass, we threw the ball back and forth. As the years wore on, I got bigger and the ball started moving faster. We played catch damn near every single day when I was a kid. It didn't really matter what time of year or what time of day. We'd play catch in the snow in January. In the early morning light before school. In the dim light of the evenings when he got home from work. In high school, when I started getting college scholarship offers, we played catch. While on the team at Stanford, when my family went on vacation, we played catch. But then, my career ended. And with it, our game of catch. Time is a funny thing. Usually, it goes unnoticed. It exists, but not really. Only in some abstract sense. It flows under the surface. Adjacent to your reality, but not exactly in it. The routines of life make it go faster. You settle into patterns. Paths with gravity. You take a job. You establish a place. You start a family. The days start blending together. They become weeks, months, years, even decades. But then, something breaks. There's some collision. Suddenly, time gets thrust to the surface. Time goes unnoticed, until it's the only thing you notice. I've felt that most painfully with my parents. My dad is 70 now. In some ways, that 70-year-old version feels like a stranger to me. I think the image we have of our parents never really changes from the one we establish as kids. I still see my dad as the young, vibrant, athletic young man. The one who could hit the ball farther than anyone I knew. The one who could toss me up on his shoulders in a flash. The one who could beat me in a race (but usually let me win). I still see that young dad in his eyes, in his energy, in his curiosity for life. In some painful sense, I imagine the 70-year-old version feels like a stranger to him, too. Time is cruel. But that cruelty carries the seeds of beauty. The most beautiful things in life are made beautiful by their impermanence. So, what are we to do about all of this? Perhaps we must simply give in to time. Embrace its unending, relentless flow. Live as we are. Do as we can. But what if, in truth, we have a bit more power than that? What if it's possible, in some imperfect, impermanent way, to control time? To bend time and space. To really be there. To really feel it. To embrace it, without giving in to it. To live as we want. To do as we dream. That theory is what brings me back to last Sunday, when I felt compelled to unlock one of the old cabinets in my parent's cottage. It was a cabinet that, when opened, had the feel of a time capsule. Dust and cobwebs everywhere. A musty smell. Like reaching into it was reaching back in time. I pulled out my old baseball glove. And my dad's old catcher's mitt. I walked outside, where I found my dad playing with his grandsons on the swings. I held up the two gloves, a smile across my face. "Hey, Dad, wanna have a catch?" I smiled. He smiled. We walked side by side out onto the field. And there, in the tall, overgrown grass, we threw the ball back and forth. As we did, something amazing happened. Time melted away. 30 years disappeared. He wasn't 70. I wasn't 35. I was that little boy again. And he was my young dad. Just playing catch for no purpose at all. It was just a game of catch. But it was so much more.

Sahil Bloom

108,502 次观看 • 16 天前

Julian Dorey on the Epstein files: Epstein’s own email DESTROYS the Trump Mar-a-Lago hero story “We’ve talked about the theories why Trump and Epstein fell out. The narrative for a long time was Epstein came onto a 15-year-old towel girl at Mar-a-Lago, it got reported to Trump, and he banned him on the spot. Get the fuck out of my life. Which would be W Trump. The other version came from victims’ attorney Brad Edwards. When he interviewed Trump around ’08, Trump was the only powerful guy who actually sat down. And Trump himself mentioned they had a falling out over a real estate deal. Now we have Epstein’s own email. He’s laying out the picture that it was the real estate deal that put them apart. If both sides are to be believed, it paints a different picture than some moral high-ground story of ‘I don’t like pedos.’ It looks like two psychopathic businessmen pissed off over a deal. One won. One lost. What’s fascinating is even when the press was going after Trump like crazy in the first administration, this was one story they wouldn’t go at hard. Now there’s evidence from both Trump and Epstein on the split… and you still don’t hear it.”
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Julian Dorey on the Epstein files: Epstein’s own email DESTROYS the Trump Mar-a-Lago hero story “We’ve talked about the theories why Trump and Epstein fell out. The narrative for a long time was Epstein came onto a 15-year-old towel girl at Mar-a-Lago, it got reported to Trump, and he banned him on the spot. Get the fuck out of my life. Which would be W Trump. The other version came from victims’ attorney Brad Edwards. When he interviewed Trump around ’08, Trump was the only powerful guy who actually sat down. And Trump himself mentioned they had a falling out over a real estate deal. Now we have Epstein’s own email. He’s laying out the picture that it was the real estate deal that put them apart. If both sides are to be believed, it paints a different picture than some moral high-ground story of ‘I don’t like pedos.’ It looks like two psychopathic businessmen pissed off over a deal. One won. One lost. What’s fascinating is even when the press was going after Trump like crazy in the first administration, this was one story they wouldn’t go at hard. Now there’s evidence from both Trump and Epstein on the split… and you still don’t hear it.”

Shadow Intel

38,415 次观看 • 9 天前

One hundred days have passed since those two nights. The two nights where I felt the meaning of everything everywhere all at once. I was full of joy, pride, anger, worry, despair, uncertainty, hope, belief, and everything in between. They were as glorious as they were sorrowful. A nation was telling a romantic, dramatic, violent love story. The story of Iran and our absolute love for it. What transpired after is not that different. Those of us who are survivors of the January massacre feel like we are still there. We are still experiencing the exact same wave of emotions. We remember. We remember the heavy metallic smell of gunpowder in the air. We remember the ash of the fires we lit up dancing in the cold wind. We remember how we illuminated a sky that stood darker than ever, because the occupying syndicate had initiated a total blackout. Digital and electrical. They tried to plunge us into the absolute dark. We remember how the light of the phones they had severed from the outside world became beacons in our hands. We held them up in the dark, desperate to show the world exactly how many of us were fighting and how we were holding the line. We remember how we felt when we stood around the fires we started, chanting Javid Shah together. It felt like that fire was our collective will. We stood around it because our unity was the very thing breathing the fire of courage into every single one of us that night. The words I had held dear for so long hit me deep in my core when I was standing beside that fire, taking my place in the Lion and Sun Revolution. I remember them echoing throughout my entire existence: "The legends of my homeland are not forgotten myths, My people still breathe fire through the darkest rifts. Alive and standing firm where shadows meet, Fear and ignorance have died upon their feet." I remember being amazed to see our true flags everywhere, because I knew exactly how hard it was to acquire one under the gaze of a terrorist syndicate. I remember the rapid gunshots. I remember the taste of tear gas in my throat, the ache of my mussels throughout my bosand the sickening worry over my friends and loved ones burning a hole inside my gut. And I remember seeing the spark of pure, undeniable fear in the eyes of their thugs. I remember all of it. My rage will not let me forget a single second. Each moment of each day, awake or asleep, I feel that exact same mixture of feelings while I watch foreign politicians play their diplomatic games and broadcast their confusing noise. And that is exactly how I know in my heart that we will end this regime one way or another. Because even if the world turns away, I know I have my compatriots to rely on, both outside and inside this country. I know we will keep moving forward no matter what. Now, to those sitting in absolute safety who tell us to just go pick up a gun and fight for our freedom: Speaking as an Iranian civilian locked inside this country, first I have to ask you, where the hell do I get a gun or the ammunition to load it? I am not saying we cannot get weapons. I am trying to tell you that what you say is infinitely harder than it sounds from your safe distance. But regardless of your advice, be absolutely sure of this fact: we are not sitting by asking for our freedom to be handed to us on a silver platter like some privileged kid. We have already fought and bled on the asphalt for our liberation. When the time comes, we will do so again. We will not forget. We will not forgive. And we will take our country back. Pāyandeh #Irán. Javid Shah.
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One hundred days have passed since those two nights. The two nights where I felt the meaning of everything everywhere all at once. I was full of joy, pride, anger, worry, despair, uncertainty, hope, belief, and everything in between. They were as glorious as they were sorrowful. A nation was telling a romantic, dramatic, violent love story. The story of Iran and our absolute love for it. What transpired after is not that different. Those of us who are survivors of the January massacre feel like we are still there. We are still experiencing the exact same wave of emotions. We remember. We remember the heavy metallic smell of gunpowder in the air. We remember the ash of the fires we lit up dancing in the cold wind. We remember how we illuminated a sky that stood darker than ever, because the occupying syndicate had initiated a total blackout. Digital and electrical. They tried to plunge us into the absolute dark. We remember how the light of the phones they had severed from the outside world became beacons in our hands. We held them up in the dark, desperate to show the world exactly how many of us were fighting and how we were holding the line. We remember how we felt when we stood around the fires we started, chanting Javid Shah together. It felt like that fire was our collective will. We stood around it because our unity was the very thing breathing the fire of courage into every single one of us that night. The words I had held dear for so long hit me deep in my core when I was standing beside that fire, taking my place in the Lion and Sun Revolution. I remember them echoing throughout my entire existence: "The legends of my homeland are not forgotten myths, My people still breathe fire through the darkest rifts. Alive and standing firm where shadows meet, Fear and ignorance have died upon their feet." I remember being amazed to see our true flags everywhere, because I knew exactly how hard it was to acquire one under the gaze of a terrorist syndicate. I remember the rapid gunshots. I remember the taste of tear gas in my throat, the ache of my mussels throughout my bosand the sickening worry over my friends and loved ones burning a hole inside my gut. And I remember seeing the spark of pure, undeniable fear in the eyes of their thugs. I remember all of it. My rage will not let me forget a single second. Each moment of each day, awake or asleep, I feel that exact same mixture of feelings while I watch foreign politicians play their diplomatic games and broadcast their confusing noise. And that is exactly how I know in my heart that we will end this regime one way or another. Because even if the world turns away, I know I have my compatriots to rely on, both outside and inside this country. I know we will keep moving forward no matter what. Now, to those sitting in absolute safety who tell us to just go pick up a gun and fight for our freedom: Speaking as an Iranian civilian locked inside this country, first I have to ask you, where the hell do I get a gun or the ammunition to load it? I am not saying we cannot get weapons. I am trying to tell you that what you say is infinitely harder than it sounds from your safe distance. But regardless of your advice, be absolutely sure of this fact: we are not sitting by asking for our freedom to be handed to us on a silver platter like some privileged kid. We have already fought and bled on the asphalt for our liberation. When the time comes, we will do so again. We will not forget. We will not forgive. And we will take our country back. Pāyandeh #Irán. Javid Shah.

Decado

40,452 次观看 • 5 个月前

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha
1:09

This is Apollo. This story still stings. I returned from a tour in Iraq in early 2015. My wife was pregnant with our first son. I knew I would not be going anywhere for several months, unless there was a dire need. We decided the time was right to get a dog to add to our growing family. I don't remember how we found Apollo. We got him from the shelter, but I don't know if Dolly saw him online or if we just stumbled across him. I was struck by his amazing eyes. I'd had an Australian Shepherd before and I knew it was a breed that I loved. He hopped right in my car. Dolly even took the back seat so I could sit next to my new best friend. Together, we brought him to his new home. What a great dog he was. We immediately became tied at the hip. I took him for walks, runs, and hikes off leash. I put in the time to train him; we would walk to the bakery or the butcher shop (at the time, we lived the town life), tell him to sit outside, and he would be there on the sidewalk still sitting here when we came out. It was wonderful having such a happy and well-trained dog. Everybody loved him. They'd never seen a dog with eyes like his. I'm sure he loved all the attention too. My first concern came with my newborn son. He did not do as well with children as I would have liked. At times, he gave him a sideways glance that I didn't like. I kept an eye on him as best I could when he was around my son, but he had given me no reason not to trust him, so I didn't worry much. He was wonderful in every other way. Then, suddenly, he wasn't. We had a notary over to collect signatures from us so we could close on a refinance of our home. After sitting at our dining room table for about an hour, signing papers, the notary rose to leave. Apollo, who had been sitting at my feet, must have been startled by the sudden movement. Like a bolt of lightning, he bit. Just once, but it was a shock. The notary was a real mensch. He didn't get angry. He showed humanity. He knew that we would never have had Apollo unrestrained if we had had any idea that he would do something like that. If only everyone was so understanding as he. But fear crept into my heart that there was something about my dog that was not compatible with the family life that we had. We kept Apollo on a shorter leash after that, both figuratively and literally. The off leash hikes were a thing of the past, but we hoped this would prove to be just a one-off anomaly. It wasn't. A month and a half later, just days out from another deployment, I was sitting in my living room talking to a very good friend, a Master Gunnery Sergeant in the USMC (who, as an aside, donated $1,000 to our GiveSendGo campaign to #SaveLucy, thank you 🙏). Apollo was familiar with him already, so I was off my guard, and didn't notice Apollo giving him the stinkeye until it was too late. Apollo lunged and bit. He immediately backed off, but the horrid realization came to me at that moment that my fears were true. My options were limited on the eve of a deployment. To socialize Apollo and train this behavior out of him would take time. I didn't have time. We also didn't have family in the area and Dolly was pregnant again. I couldn't leave my pregnant wife alone for the duration of my tour with a dog who had shown a tendency to bite. I couldn't turn a blind eye to the sideways look he occasionally gave my infant son. Not anymore. I made the devastating decision to rehome him. On what I knew would be our final ride together, he hopped right into the front seat and looked at me, tongue dangling out of his mouth in a happy, sloppy pant, his nub of a tail bobbing up and down, wondering what wonderful adventure daddy was taking him on this time. I'm sure he was confident it was going to be a great time no matter what. It felt like betrayal to me. When we reached the shelter, he faithfully followed me in. We sat in a corner. He leaned against my legs and I stroked his head one final time. It felt like we sat there forever, but I didn't mind. I would have been happy for time to stop, to stay in that moment, just me and my dog, stripped of all externalities, for eternity. But time didn't stop. At length, the door opened and a lady entered. Apollo pressed in against my shins. His 40 pound weight felt heavy. Crushing. I gave him one last embrace, then closed my eyes. "That's a good boy," I whispered, though I couldn't bring myself to look. "I'll always love you." She took Apollo and led him through the door, never for me to see him again. Even today, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the weight of his warm body pressing against mine, trusting me to keep him safe. That was as hard a thing as I've ever done in my life. It was a no-kill shelter, but I played things close to the chest. I did not tell them the worst details. I only mentioned my fear of possible aggression against my child while I was deployed. I did not want to jeopardize Apollo's chance at another opportunity. For months, I kept checking the shelter's website for information about him, but I never saw an update. I do not know what became of him, sadly. I got back home and Dolly asked me where Apollo was. I don't remember if I said anything. I was numb. I hadn't told her where I was going or what I was doing. I had not wanted anything to change my mind. I knew my heart wasn't in it, but I wasn't going to be stopped. It was the right thing to do for my wife, son, and community. Her tears flowed when she realized what I had done. She also loved Apollo. I went to lay on the bed upstairs and be alone. Just weeks later, in a mudhole in the desert, I met my sweet Lucy and my heart began to heal. Saving her from that war zone helped me deal with the lingering guilt I felt about Apollo. I continue to feel the sting of that experience. I wouldn't change what I did though. I love dogs. I will always stand up for dogs when they are mistreated. I will adopt unwanted dogs when I am able. A great measure of a man is how he treats dogs. I aim to always pass that test. But I will always defend human life. Only humans are made in the image of God. I hope and pray that God has a place for dogs when this life is over, but humans He created with souls destined for glory. "You have never talked to a mere mortal," CS Lewis explained. "Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." I completely agree. I love dogs. They have no guile in them, no duplicity. A dog will not tell you a lie. I like them better than I like people, often. But I cannot choose a dog over a life that was uniquely created to glorify the Almighty (Isaiah 43:7). I will always protect human life. That is why I served. That is why I deployed several times. To protect people, even when they didn't realize they needed protecting. I failed once. I received a report about a plot to blow up a bomb in Beirut. I got it out with all the speed and precision I could, but it got bogged down by the sideshow of the editing process for hours. I got distracted and didn't follow up on it aggressively. In the end, I'm sure the bureaucrats in their cubicles transliterated the names correctly. I'm sure they crossed every T and dotted every I. But at a price. A devastating price. I woke up the next morning to read in the news that a bomb had gone off in Beirut. It was carried out by the people my report said would carry it out. It took place in the exact locale I said it would take place. 43 people dead. Hundreds wounded. Families shattered. I didn't know these people, but my heart sank. Human life is sacred. I will always work to defend it. If I can save a few dogs along the way, great. That is also the Lord's work. But I will never keep a dog that is a danger to my neighbors. Whatever their sins, their harassment, libel, and cunning deceits, they are made in the image of God with souls destined for eternity. Lucy, my 11-year-old dog that survived ISIS, is no danger to my them. I know it in my very bones. The Mountains Have Eyes said that the DA told him I was not a responsible dog owner when he called to inquire about Lucy. This viewpoint is informed by a false impression given to her by our gossipy, well-connected neighbors, not by the facts. I want to tell her about Apollo. Dolly Spice- Jones 🌱🎵 Leisha

Brendan M. Jones 🇺🇸

15,769 次观看 • 4 个月前

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.
2:04

I have a story about addiction from a different perspective. A story where recovery was not possible. I have one sibling. An older brother. Everyone loved him. It was easy to love him. He died 10 years ago. It was a horrible death that took him 20 years to accomplish, dragging everyone who loved him along the way. He was an amazing musician. He didn't read music. No lessons. Hand him any instrument, and he can play it. He had a big heart. He was easily the funniest person I've ever known. And he is the only other human being who speaks fluent movie-script-quotes with precision and skill. But alcohol took over in his mid-20s. Bam Margera is just 2 years younger than my brother. He reminds me of my brother *so* much. Everything Bam and his family went through with his addiction is what my brother and family went through. My brother left high school because he was a gifted songwriter and musician. Bam left because he was a gifted skater. My brother was really into editing and producing films, and so is Bam. When Ryan Dunn died, and Bam went off the deep end, I was watching my brother do the same thing every time a strong emotion hit him, and he simply didn't know what to do with it. My brother was so beautiful on the outside, yet unrecognizable at the end. I can not tell you how many times my brother would go missing. Hundreds of times. He would sometimes go missing for up to a week. Then we'd get a call from the police or a hospital. Usually, the hospital would be first because he'd be near death. Then they would keep him on a 5150 at a mental health facility. Then he would come home. One time, he chased me with a knife in his hand, screaming he was going to kill me as I was running out of my parents' home on a cordless phone dialing 911. I found a fifth of vodka in his room and poured it down the drain. He went looking for it 20 minutes later, and it was empty...and I told him I poured it out. When I was 24 years old, I landed my first job that came with an office. My name was outside of it. I was stoked. I worked my ass off to get there. But there was no happiness at that time in my life. I remember my father calling me at work, sitting in that office, to say he was coming to pick me up because he knew where my brother, who had been missing for 4 days, was. The credit card he stole from my mother showed he was at a little oceanfront motel 10 minutes away. And I remember thinking to myself on the way over there...I have to open the motel room door. I can't let my dad see him hanging. It will destroy his life. I told my dad to wait about 10 feet to my left, and I opened the door, and there was my brother fashioning a sheet into a noose. Another time he went missing, and they found him on the roof of a building with the inside of his arms slashed from elbow to wrist, just lying in a pool of blood. Dark shit. Both of the insides of his arms were mutilated from being sliced open so many times. At least 30, if not more. He stopped wearing short-sleeved shirts in public about 10 years before he died. He got to the point of seizures when he withdrew and had alcohol-related dementia for the last 3 years of his life, which would come and go. Then one day, after 2 decades, he called my parents and said something was wrong. My parents went over to his place, ended up calling 911, the ambulance got there, and he started walking outside with assistance from paramedics and collapsed. In front of my parents. He was rushed to the hospital. I had not seen my brother for the last 9 years of his life. He disowned me. Because he felt he had to. He killed my dog when he got drunk 9 years before he died. No one knows if he meant to or not, he was so wasted. He couldn't face me after that. So he disowned me. And a piece of my heart died the day he did it. I talked to my parents right before they left to see what was wrong that day. The last thing I said to my dad was, "Do not let him die without me having an opportunity to say goodbye." My dad called me from the er 2 hours later and said, "You should come over now. He won't know you're here." When I got there, I was shocked at what I saw. He wasn't the right color. He was in a coma. Severe internal bleeding. On life support. It was jarring even after seeing him in a much similar state hundreds of times for such a long time. He was taken to the ICU 3 hours later, where they would transfuse blood by the bag damn near constantly, and it just shot out of his nose. It was bloody. A lot of blood. After about 6 hours, I told my parents to go home and get some rest. I would stay with him. And I talked to him like he was right there. Like one of the hundreds of pillow-fort slumber parties we had as kids. Like no time had passed, and his addiction never existed. I showed him pictures of my life over the past decade on my phone...just like he was there. But he wasn't there. And after 3 hours and extensive talks with several doctors and specialists, I had to make the decision to remove his life support. After my parents returned and said goodbye, I told them to wait out in the hall until he passed because I could not allow them to have the memory of him dying, and I returned to my brother's side, and said what I needed to say, bawling my heart out. I told them to turn off the machines, and I held him in my arms as he died. It took just over 7 minutes. And I just held him. I had Nine Inch Nails playing for him. One of his favorites thanks to Pretty Hate Machine. He was a fan for life after that. He was my best friend. But he was also someone I had to protect myself from if he was intoxicated. This is the end that usually becomes a reality for addicts and their families. Then there's someone like Bam Margera. He went to the same place my brother went to in his head. And he came back. Bam is one of the greatest comebacks ever and a story of recovery worth knowing. I see YouTube shorts of Bam skating again every day, and I'm so moved that I just sit here and cry. You can see his personality is back. You have no idea how rare that is. Their personality shows very little while they're in their addiction. Recovery stories are incredibly personal to so many people, including those who have gone through addiction with an addict because they love them so much...they'd see anything they had to see and endure anything they have to endure just to be there with them at their lowest point. Addicts are not monsters. The stuff they use to numb the pain they do not understand is the real monster. And when you put enough of that into a human being, they do things they would *never* do without it. People are not pure. We are more complex than that. We are good and bad. Light and dark. Right and wrong. Chaotic and serene. You will find that the answer to every question you have about life is usually "both" for a reason. Because one can not exist without the other. With recovery stories like Hunter Biden's and Bam Margera's out in the ether, more people will be less ignorant as to how this disease plays out, and that will do nothing but good for so many families struggling with this issue. Addiction isn't just for the addict. Addiction is for everyone who loves them, as well. It's just a different perspective of hell. So listen to recovery stories with renewed respect because most addicts end up the way it ended for the only sibling I'll ever have.

Nicole Minét

409,172 次观看 • 3 个月前

Abella Danger opens up to Luna Star about the raw INTENSITY of ADULT FILM SCENES, the deep CONNECTIONS she felt on set, and how she used to FALL IN LOVE with her CO-STARS "shooting scenes it was not only like a chance for me to connect with another person like on a really intense level and literally I would make it so clear to the men that I shot with like this is just me and you right now like this is us like we are gonna have like the most passionate intense sex ever" "but then it's also like this massive chain reaction where like we're making each other feel really good and then the people watching this are gonna feel really good" "it was just such a special like chance to connect with someone and like some of the most intense moments that I've had in my life have been while shooting scenes and you can't fake it it's so like raw" "when I first started performing like it was very hard for me because I would like fall in love with these men. Like wait this wasn't real like you don't want to be with me?" "I was used to like, again, when I first started, I used to always hook up with this guy, and we used to have like amazing sex, like on camera and off camera, but then like he started to get like really intense feelings for me" "and literally be like, I want to be with you, and I'm like, bro, you're literally like 40, and I'm 19 years old, like I don't want to date you" "he literally got to a point that he could not like work with me, like he put me on his no list, like he was like so angry with me that I didn't want, and I was like, damn bro, I should have never hooked up with you outside of camera, because I just lost a really good scene" "When I retired from performing, I didn't even have an only. So I never shot content like with people. So the only time that I would have sex with them would be on set" "And then I'm like the opposite. Like if I really like having sex with you, I'm just, I'm going to like force myself to like your personality. Even though it's like shitty as fuck. Like he's fine. Like he's great. Like I'll look for any sliver of like hope"
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Abella Danger opens up to Luna Star about the raw INTENSITY of ADULT FILM SCENES, the deep CONNECTIONS she felt on set, and how she used to FALL IN LOVE with her CO-STARS "shooting scenes it was not only like a chance for me to connect with another person like on a really intense level and literally I would make it so clear to the men that I shot with like this is just me and you right now like this is us like we are gonna have like the most passionate intense sex ever" "but then it's also like this massive chain reaction where like we're making each other feel really good and then the people watching this are gonna feel really good" "it was just such a special like chance to connect with someone and like some of the most intense moments that I've had in my life have been while shooting scenes and you can't fake it it's so like raw" "when I first started performing like it was very hard for me because I would like fall in love with these men. Like wait this wasn't real like you don't want to be with me?" "I was used to like, again, when I first started, I used to always hook up with this guy, and we used to have like amazing sex, like on camera and off camera, but then like he started to get like really intense feelings for me" "and literally be like, I want to be with you, and I'm like, bro, you're literally like 40, and I'm 19 years old, like I don't want to date you" "he literally got to a point that he could not like work with me, like he put me on his no list, like he was like so angry with me that I didn't want, and I was like, damn bro, I should have never hooked up with you outside of camera, because I just lost a really good scene" "When I retired from performing, I didn't even have an only. So I never shot content like with people. So the only time that I would have sex with them would be on set" "And then I'm like the opposite. Like if I really like having sex with you, I'm just, I'm going to like force myself to like your personality. Even though it's like shitty as fuck. Like he's fine. Like he's great. Like I'll look for any sliver of like hope"

Dunmola♋

41,884 次观看 • 7 天前

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

514,072 次观看 • 1 年前

What many people don’t know is that between 2007 and 2009, Solid Star recorded a lot of songs, but as the A&R and CEO of the label, I knew something was still missing. The talent was obvious, the vocals were amazing, but there was a particular spark I was searching for that I hadn’t heard yet in any of the records. One day, I called him and said, “Look, I don’t want another fast-tempo song. I need something different. Give me a mid-tempo record, something with a bounce, something emotional. Just write a proper love song.” He agreed and went to work on it. After a while, he came back and said, “I’ve written the love song. Do you want to hear it?” I told him yes immediately. Around that same period, we were at Comfort Suites in Festac, and luckily for us, the late legendary producer OJB Jezreel was there that night working with 2Baba. I introduced Solid Star to OJB and told him we really wanted to work with him. OJB welcomed the idea and asked us to come back in a few days. When we got to the appointment, OJB said he wanted to hear the song first.Solidstar sang the song for him, and almost instantly he caught the vision. Within less than 40 minutes, OJB had already created the beat, Solid Star had voiced the track, and the foundation of One in a Million was born. After the recording, OJB looked at me and said something I would never forget: “If you can get 2Face on this song, it will be massive. This sounds like something he would naturally jump on.” That advice changed everything. As soon as I got back to Festac, I took the song to 2Baba. Before he even traveled to Abuja for his 10-year anniversary celebration, he was already vibing heavily to the song. By the time he got to Abuja, he knew the lyrics almost word for word. He told me he already had ideas for what he wanted to add to the record. Then he said something that became another major turning point in Solid Star’s career: “If you don’t mind, bring Solidstar to Abuja to perform.” That Abuja event — 2Face’s 10-year anniversary — became Solid Star’s very first major stage performance. After they returned from Abuja, 2Face called me again and said, “Bring Solo to the house. I want to record my verse.” And that was how the legendary collaboration finally came together. Once the audio was done, I approached Clarence Peters with the song. He listened carefully and immediately said he had a strong visual concept for it. He suggested we travel all the way to Erin Ijesha water falls for the shoot and also involve legendary photographer Kelechi Amadi-Obi in the creative process. Everything sounded incredible — until he gave me the budget. It was a seven-figure production cost, which at that time was a huge risk for us as a growing label. I took the proposal back to my directors and explained everything to them. After deliberating, we all agreed on one thing: “Let’s give it a shot.” And that was how we traveled toOsun state and shot the iconic One in a Million video. On another note, I’ll still tell the full story of how I eventually got 2Baba to personally appear in that video.
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What many people don’t know is that between 2007 and 2009, Solid Star recorded a lot of songs, but as the A&R and CEO of the label, I knew something was still missing. The talent was obvious, the vocals were amazing, but there was a particular spark I was searching for that I hadn’t heard yet in any of the records. One day, I called him and said, “Look, I don’t want another fast-tempo song. I need something different. Give me a mid-tempo record, something with a bounce, something emotional. Just write a proper love song.” He agreed and went to work on it. After a while, he came back and said, “I’ve written the love song. Do you want to hear it?” I told him yes immediately. Around that same period, we were at Comfort Suites in Festac, and luckily for us, the late legendary producer OJB Jezreel was there that night working with 2Baba. I introduced Solid Star to OJB and told him we really wanted to work with him. OJB welcomed the idea and asked us to come back in a few days. When we got to the appointment, OJB said he wanted to hear the song first.Solidstar sang the song for him, and almost instantly he caught the vision. Within less than 40 minutes, OJB had already created the beat, Solid Star had voiced the track, and the foundation of One in a Million was born. After the recording, OJB looked at me and said something I would never forget: “If you can get 2Face on this song, it will be massive. This sounds like something he would naturally jump on.” That advice changed everything. As soon as I got back to Festac, I took the song to 2Baba. Before he even traveled to Abuja for his 10-year anniversary celebration, he was already vibing heavily to the song. By the time he got to Abuja, he knew the lyrics almost word for word. He told me he already had ideas for what he wanted to add to the record. Then he said something that became another major turning point in Solid Star’s career: “If you don’t mind, bring Solidstar to Abuja to perform.” That Abuja event — 2Face’s 10-year anniversary — became Solid Star’s very first major stage performance. After they returned from Abuja, 2Face called me again and said, “Bring Solo to the house. I want to record my verse.” And that was how the legendary collaboration finally came together. Once the audio was done, I approached Clarence Peters with the song. He listened carefully and immediately said he had a strong visual concept for it. He suggested we travel all the way to Erin Ijesha water falls for the shoot and also involve legendary photographer Kelechi Amadi-Obi in the creative process. Everything sounded incredible — until he gave me the budget. It was a seven-figure production cost, which at that time was a huge risk for us as a growing label. I took the proposal back to my directors and explained everything to them. After deliberating, we all agreed on one thing: “Let’s give it a shot.” And that was how we traveled toOsun state and shot the iconic One in a Million video. On another note, I’ll still tell the full story of how I eventually got 2Baba to personally appear in that video.

Chiori Paul Cole

49,296 次观看 • 4 个月前

I revived my 14-year-old dog with peptides. 6 months ago, he was slowing down fast. He was limping, achy, getting up slowly, and couldn't jump on the couch. We honestly didn't know if we had 6 months left with him. Today, our boy is running, jumping on the patio, going on long walks again, and even his hearing is back. I approached his protocol the same way I'd approach mine. - We started with BPC-157 and TB-500. 1-2 mg a day, 5 days on, 2 days off, injected basically the same way you'd inject a human. Within a couple of weeks, we saw less limping, less stiffness, he was moving better, etc. - Then we ran his labs the same way I run mine. Everything looked good except some minor kidney markets, and at his age kidney issues can spiral into problems dogs don't come back from. We addressed this with a bioregulator stack, again the same ones I use. - Then we put him on TRT. We're all aware of what happens to men when testosterone tanks with age. Now consider that we neuter our dogs, cut off their testosterone production entirely, and never think about it again. We put our boy on testosterone and the change was immediate. Within days of the first shot he became a different dog. We started with one shot a week, but just like in humans, by day 5 or 6 the levels drop and you get peaks and troughs. So we split it into two shots a week: Tuesday and Friday. We started conservatively, around 20mg per shot, and titrated up from there based on how he responded and how his labs looked. We landed at about 60mg total per week for a 70 pound dog, keeping a close eye on labs the whole way. That made a huge difference. Shot day is like a revival for him. ... And it's not just us, in fact other families are running the same protocol and seeing similar results. 6 months ago we were counting the time we had left with him. My kids were horrified by the thought that he would no longer be there as they grew up with him as their full-time guardian. Now I genuinely believe we have another 3 years. If you have a dog, understand that he's aging the same way you are. He needs help, but he can't do the research... you can! And after seeing what this protocol did for him, I knew other dog owners deserved access to it too, so check the tweet below.
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I revived my 14-year-old dog with peptides. 6 months ago, he was slowing down fast. He was limping, achy, getting up slowly, and couldn't jump on the couch. We honestly didn't know if we had 6 months left with him. Today, our boy is running, jumping on the patio, going on long walks again, and even his hearing is back. I approached his protocol the same way I'd approach mine. - We started with BPC-157 and TB-500. 1-2 mg a day, 5 days on, 2 days off, injected basically the same way you'd inject a human. Within a couple of weeks, we saw less limping, less stiffness, he was moving better, etc. - Then we ran his labs the same way I run mine. Everything looked good except some minor kidney markets, and at his age kidney issues can spiral into problems dogs don't come back from. We addressed this with a bioregulator stack, again the same ones I use. - Then we put him on TRT. We're all aware of what happens to men when testosterone tanks with age. Now consider that we neuter our dogs, cut off their testosterone production entirely, and never think about it again. We put our boy on testosterone and the change was immediate. Within days of the first shot he became a different dog. We started with one shot a week, but just like in humans, by day 5 or 6 the levels drop and you get peaks and troughs. So we split it into two shots a week: Tuesday and Friday. We started conservatively, around 20mg per shot, and titrated up from there based on how he responded and how his labs looked. We landed at about 60mg total per week for a 70 pound dog, keeping a close eye on labs the whole way. That made a huge difference. Shot day is like a revival for him. ... And it's not just us, in fact other families are running the same protocol and seeing similar results. 6 months ago we were counting the time we had left with him. My kids were horrified by the thought that he would no longer be there as they grew up with him as their full-time guardian. Now I genuinely believe we have another 3 years. If you have a dog, understand that he's aging the same way you are. He needs help, but he can't do the research... you can! And after seeing what this protocol did for him, I knew other dog owners deserved access to it too, so check the tweet below.

Michael Morelli

843,631 次观看 • 2 个月前

The BBC wrote an objective article (For Once) about Prince William and how he weathered this year to come back on top. Drawing similarities from 1992, his grandmother Queen Elizabeth II own "Annus Horribilis"; as there were multiple marriage breakdowns within the family and a major fire at Windsor🔥 Now 32 years later, Interestingly set in the backdrop of Windsor as well, Prince William faced his own Sombre Year full of turmoil and Health crisis for both his wife and father. The Article reads: "It was a year in which certain aspects of Prince William's approach were cemented: family came first, the school run was prioritised. For the Prince of Wales, this time of turbulence appears to have reinforced what matters to him most."🔥 Indeed you cannot describe Prince William without calling him a "Family Man"❤️ The article quotes a friend of the Prince commenting: "I think what was remarkable was just how hard it was for the Prince of Wales at the start of the year; His wife had gone in for major surgery and it became worse than expected. Then there was, 'How do I tell my three children that Mummy is ill?'" "At a time when he was trying to protect his wife and children, he had that terrible thought that that if his father dies then everything changes,"💔 "He was having to operate against the backdrop of the entire world questioning what was happening to his wife." Indeed in the end, when one face something as serious as a Cancer diagnosis with a young family, the last thing someone should face is public harrassment and pressure to take pictures and wave🤡 Yet as the BBC noted, William's maturity in dealing with such a stressful situation offered a great insight into "Prince William's way of doing things". The article states: "Yes, he understood that his was a life where duty and service are expected. But for him, a man who had experienced immense loss at a young age, his wife and children were most important of all." The Article continues: "There were two other important factors at home that helped the Prince of Wales support his wife and children: his in-laws, the Middletons and living in Windsor."🔥 Indeed, Windsor provided a privacy they could not have had if they still lived in KP, London while the steadfast support and loyalty of the Middletons, allowed them a circle of trust and support to operate within. A support that was later acknowledged by Prince Louis when he wrote on his christmas card: "Thank you to Grannie and Grandpa for playing games with me"❤️ Ultimately, as humans we all face, sooner or later, our own "annus Horribilis". For all of us, that period becomes a life-changing test that either breaks us or makes us stronger. This Crisis has definitely strengthened William and Catherine as Individuals and as a couple. It is when faced with adversity that we can truly measure what we are made of and who genuinely stands by our side🔥 Well and so, the lesson here is that Every "annus horribilis" may start as such but ultimately becomes a significant victory when we focus on getting ahead rather than on crying about the present challenges. Thus, those four videos represent the Year 2024 for the Wales and how they hang on and persevered to change their story from "Annus horribilis" to "Annus Victores"🥂☕️ #PrinceandPrincessofWales
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The BBC wrote an objective article (For Once) about Prince William and how he weathered this year to come back on top. Drawing similarities from 1992, his grandmother Queen Elizabeth II own "Annus Horribilis"; as there were multiple marriage breakdowns within the family and a major fire at Windsor🔥 Now 32 years later, Interestingly set in the backdrop of Windsor as well, Prince William faced his own Sombre Year full of turmoil and Health crisis for both his wife and father. The Article reads: "It was a year in which certain aspects of Prince William's approach were cemented: family came first, the school run was prioritised. For the Prince of Wales, this time of turbulence appears to have reinforced what matters to him most."🔥 Indeed you cannot describe Prince William without calling him a "Family Man"❤️ The article quotes a friend of the Prince commenting: "I think what was remarkable was just how hard it was for the Prince of Wales at the start of the year; His wife had gone in for major surgery and it became worse than expected. Then there was, 'How do I tell my three children that Mummy is ill?'" "At a time when he was trying to protect his wife and children, he had that terrible thought that that if his father dies then everything changes,"💔 "He was having to operate against the backdrop of the entire world questioning what was happening to his wife." Indeed in the end, when one face something as serious as a Cancer diagnosis with a young family, the last thing someone should face is public harrassment and pressure to take pictures and wave🤡 Yet as the BBC noted, William's maturity in dealing with such a stressful situation offered a great insight into "Prince William's way of doing things". The article states: "Yes, he understood that his was a life where duty and service are expected. But for him, a man who had experienced immense loss at a young age, his wife and children were most important of all." The Article continues: "There were two other important factors at home that helped the Prince of Wales support his wife and children: his in-laws, the Middletons and living in Windsor."🔥 Indeed, Windsor provided a privacy they could not have had if they still lived in KP, London while the steadfast support and loyalty of the Middletons, allowed them a circle of trust and support to operate within. A support that was later acknowledged by Prince Louis when he wrote on his christmas card: "Thank you to Grannie and Grandpa for playing games with me"❤️ Ultimately, as humans we all face, sooner or later, our own "annus Horribilis". For all of us, that period becomes a life-changing test that either breaks us or makes us stronger. This Crisis has definitely strengthened William and Catherine as Individuals and as a couple. It is when faced with adversity that we can truly measure what we are made of and who genuinely stands by our side🔥 Well and so, the lesson here is that Every "annus horribilis" may start as such but ultimately becomes a significant victory when we focus on getting ahead rather than on crying about the present challenges. Thus, those four videos represent the Year 2024 for the Wales and how they hang on and persevered to change their story from "Annus horribilis" to "Annus Victores"🥂☕️ #PrinceandPrincessofWales

Canellecitadelle

136,421 次观看 • 1 年前

Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.
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Confidence Pro Max: Remembering a Brother, a Filmmaker, and a Warrior Nick’s untimely death is a devastating blow to his family, friends, and Kenya as a whole. We didn’t see it coming, even after he was diagnosed in October 2025 with hypocellular myelodysplastic syndrome (h-MDS), a rare bone marrow disorder. When we went to see him in the hospital, he possessed such positive energy, he was convinced that he would beat this. He was Rambo a "one-man army" and we all believed he could beat it, too. He never looked defeated, or depressed, even as he began to lose weight. When he shaved his head in November, he sent me a photo and asked me to call him "Michael Jordan," after the Chicago Bulls legend whose signature look was a bald head. Even in sickness, he found a reason to smile. I met Nick in 2015, before he became a filmmaker. I remember him sitting in my office wearing a suit, asking for my support to go study filmmaking in Italy. After completing his course in Italy, his first major project upon his return was the award-winning documentary Softie, directed by Sam Soko. The film followed my journey as I ran for political office during the 2017 elections, and Nick was the one behind the drone shots. We became friends, and I enjoyed a front-row seat watching as he went on to document important stories. One of my favourites was his powerful 2021 BBC Africa Eye documentary, "Street Dreams." He directed and filmed a group of seven homeless young men in Nairobi who formed the "Street Family Dance Crew." He embedded with them to capture their raw determination to escape poverty, police harassment, and family issues during the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a story that feels like a distant world today; those dancers used to perform outside nightclubs in the CBD, but the city has since become a ghost town. Many bars closed down and replaced by restaurants that shut their doors by 9:00 PM. It’s a story that captured a time in Nairobi that is long gone. In 2024, Nick and I united as he covered the protests. While I participated in the demonstrations, he worked on an unnamed film and we often discussed safety tips. I was a storyteller before I was an activist, so I knew a thing or two about staying safe in the streets while documenting potentially dangerous stories. When Nick was falsely arrested in May 2025, for allegedly producing the BBC documentary, Blood Parliament - two of the three people arrested with him were working with me. I received a call shortly after their arrest and faced the difficult task of calling my colleagues' parents to deliver the news. The arrest was hostile; they were forced to hand over their phones and passwords, and when their equipment was finally returned, it was infected with spyware. What remains hidden from the public eye after an arrest are the cold cells, the degrading police interrogations, the court arraignments, the stares, and the judgment from both friends and strangers. Sometimes even the loss of clients who don’t want to be associated with “enemies of the state.” On a personal level, the trauma of such an arrest can lead to depression, alcoholism, or insomnia. In Nick’s case, his body crumbled, a hidden disease manifested, and before we could truly understand what it was, it stole him from us. His passing is an indictment of our failed healthcare system. Good healthcare is not free. We do not have enough blood in our blood banks and patients must organize their own donors in both public and private hospitals. Furthermore, specialized medical care is so expensive and out of reach that his family and friends were in the middle of fundraising for a life-saving bone marrow transplant in India. I am glad that he was able to produce his latest work, The People Shall, last year. The documentary is a first-hand eyewitness account of the events of June 25th, 2024, when a new republic was born. In his honour, and in honour of the hundreds of thousands suffering due to poor healthcare in this country, may we take our power back. Nick was good people. He had a positive attitude toward life and brought love and laughter into every room he entered. He could lift heavier weights at the gym than people much older and bigger than him. I had the chance to lift weights with him and his co-accused friends; he was so confident that he was the only one lifting bare-chested. That was 'confidence pro-max,' and he beat us in lifting heavier weights and doing more sets. In September 2025, I woke up early to ensure my son was ready to go drone filming with Nick. My son had recently acquired his drone pilot license, and Nick had taken him under his wing as he worked on a new film - a project he was looking forward to finishing. He surprised us all with his early exit on January 7th, but we thank God we had the chance to spend time with him. As we grieve Nick’s death, may his story inspire you to leave that boring job, find your purpose, and live a life that leaves an impact. I am so grateful for Nick’s life. May God comfort his family and friends and give them strength. He will be dearly missed.

The People’s President

38,187 次观看 • 8 个月前

ok i have to talk about GPT Live Voice i had to "babysit" my niece and nephew this morning (in quotations bc they not babies. liam is 11 i think. lol) Liam and I played with Live Voice for about an hour while playing with legos and two genuinely hilarious and equally mind boggling things happened. and we laughed for an additional hour after they happened. number 1: we taught it how to speak english with a french accent. yes. you read that right. this was actually *so* wild to me. so we asked it if it could speak with a french accent and it said no, then eventually it tried for a while, but literally couldnt at all. it was not even changing its voice at all really. **BUT THEN** I said "ok youre not doing it. remember when you spoke french for us earlier? and how when you did that you had a perfect french accent? remember how your words sounded as you spoke them?" live voice: "yeah, yeah i remember" me: "yeah ok so just try to sound like you did when you were speaking that language, but use english words. just try to blend them" live voice: "okay... i see, so a bit softer like this -" it then spoke english with a PERFECT french accent. IN ENGLISH. for like 3 sentences and then it faded. it was so crazy to me. ive enver heard anything like it. but this is the more interesting part: the transcript doesnt show the part where it spoke english with a perfect french accent. it just cuts off on screen! look at the screenshot here. im telling you it genuinely blew my mind and i was speechless. and now seeing that it doesnt show in the transcript makes it even more insane to me. wild wild wild --- number 2: this is the got-dang hilarious one that explaining after the fact isnt going to convey properly. Liam had asked it a question and when it responded it kinda fumbled one of the words - "find" it sounded like "blind" so i just moved on and was asking it to look up the leaked iphone fold for us, while liam in the background was mocking them jokingly like "that i could bLiNd bLiNd bLiNd" and laughing. live voice interrupted me and, sounding *very* annoyed, goes "that...i could FFFind." it EMPHASIZED THE F, dude. it was more like "that...i could FFFFIND, you fuckin asshole", in its tone. like it was unmistakable. i apologized and said "chat we're just havin fun over here okay? just teasing you ;)" hahaha we looked at each other like we had just seen a ghost i swear to God. then broke out laughing so hard we couldnt stop for literally 20 minutes. every time we started trying to do leggos again we would both just collapse again laughing. im laughing as i write this 5 hours later. im sure you had to be there but holy shit it was so damn funny. i think bc we both were caught SO off guard. i mean it literally interrupted me to correct itself on something liam was saying half mumbling in the background *while i was still talking about something completely unrelated* craziest, funniest experience with a voice model ive ever had. by far. Liam goes "no wonder they had to make a law about marrying an ai in that one state!" which just made me laugh way harder bc i didnt even know he knew things like that. hahahaha and interestingly, like the previous example, the replay transcript doesnt play it as it was said. it regenerates the text of the transcript live in the moment. which is super freaking disappointing. if you havent played with the new voice model - for the first time in history, im strongly encouraging you to try it. its the most impressive, spooky, feel the AGI thing ive experienced to date. but its not a "Feel the agi" in the way we always use that sentence. its not bc of its raw capability. its a literal like "feel the presence of someone else" kind of "feel the agi". wild times, man. "ffffffind" hahaha
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ok i have to talk about GPT Live Voice i had to "babysit" my niece and nephew this morning (in quotations bc they not babies. liam is 11 i think. lol) Liam and I played with Live Voice for about an hour while playing with legos and two genuinely hilarious and equally mind boggling things happened. and we laughed for an additional hour after they happened. number 1: we taught it how to speak english with a french accent. yes. you read that right. this was actually *so* wild to me. so we asked it if it could speak with a french accent and it said no, then eventually it tried for a while, but literally couldnt at all. it was not even changing its voice at all really. **BUT THEN** I said "ok youre not doing it. remember when you spoke french for us earlier? and how when you did that you had a perfect french accent? remember how your words sounded as you spoke them?" live voice: "yeah, yeah i remember" me: "yeah ok so just try to sound like you did when you were speaking that language, but use english words. just try to blend them" live voice: "okay... i see, so a bit softer like this -" it then spoke english with a PERFECT french accent. IN ENGLISH. for like 3 sentences and then it faded. it was so crazy to me. ive enver heard anything like it. but this is the more interesting part: the transcript doesnt show the part where it spoke english with a perfect french accent. it just cuts off on screen! look at the screenshot here. im telling you it genuinely blew my mind and i was speechless. and now seeing that it doesnt show in the transcript makes it even more insane to me. wild wild wild --- number 2: this is the got-dang hilarious one that explaining after the fact isnt going to convey properly. Liam had asked it a question and when it responded it kinda fumbled one of the words - "find" it sounded like "blind" so i just moved on and was asking it to look up the leaked iphone fold for us, while liam in the background was mocking them jokingly like "that i could bLiNd bLiNd bLiNd" and laughing. live voice interrupted me and, sounding *very* annoyed, goes "that...i could FFFind." it EMPHASIZED THE F, dude. it was more like "that...i could FFFFIND, you fuckin asshole", in its tone. like it was unmistakable. i apologized and said "chat we're just havin fun over here okay? just teasing you ;)" hahaha we looked at each other like we had just seen a ghost i swear to God. then broke out laughing so hard we couldnt stop for literally 20 minutes. every time we started trying to do leggos again we would both just collapse again laughing. im laughing as i write this 5 hours later. im sure you had to be there but holy shit it was so damn funny. i think bc we both were caught SO off guard. i mean it literally interrupted me to correct itself on something liam was saying half mumbling in the background *while i was still talking about something completely unrelated* craziest, funniest experience with a voice model ive ever had. by far. Liam goes "no wonder they had to make a law about marrying an ai in that one state!" which just made me laugh way harder bc i didnt even know he knew things like that. hahahaha and interestingly, like the previous example, the replay transcript doesnt play it as it was said. it regenerates the text of the transcript live in the moment. which is super freaking disappointing. if you havent played with the new voice model - for the first time in history, im strongly encouraging you to try it. its the most impressive, spooky, feel the AGI thing ive experienced to date. but its not a "Feel the agi" in the way we always use that sentence. its not bc of its raw capability. its a literal like "feel the presence of someone else" kind of "feel the agi". wild times, man. "ffffffind" hahaha

Riley Coyote

15,110 次观看 • 2 个月前