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The volunteer warned her three times before she even reached his kennel: "Don't get your hopes up with this one. He's been returned four times. Something's just… off about him. People bring him back within a week." But Karen had only come to walk dogs that Saturday — she wasn't adopting anything — so she figured a brindle mutt nobody wanted was as good a dog as any to take around the block, and she had no idea she was about to lose an argument with an animal who had already made up his mind. His name on the kennel card was Buster, crossed out and rewritten three times in three different handwritings. Four returns in two years. The notes were a quiet little tragedy: Too anxious. Won't settle. Cries when left alone. Not a good fit. Each family had brought him back a little more shut down than the last. He was the kind of dog shelters lose sleep over — not aggressive, not sick, just somehow always the one handed back. By the time Karen clipped the leash on, he wouldn't even look at her. He walked beside her like a dog who had learned that walks end in goodbyes. But something happened on that loop around the block. He started glancing up at her. By the halfway point he was leaning into her leg at every stop. And when she brought him back to the shelter and bent to unclip the leash, Buster did something he had never done in two years of returns. He sat down on her feet. And he would not move. The volunteer tried to coax him back into the kennel. He pressed harder against Karen's legs. When she crouched to say goodbye, he climbed half into her lap and pushed his head under her chin and let out a low whine that sounded, to everyone standing there, exactly like please. "He's never done that," the volunteer said quietly. "Not once." Karen had walked in that morning wanting nothing but a few hours of fresh air and a dog on a leash. She knelt on that concrete floor with a dog who had been given back four times refusing to let go of her, and she felt something in her chest simply give way. "Okay," she whispered into his fur, half-laughing, half-crying. "Okay. You win. I'm not going anywhere either." She filled out the paperwork that afternoon. Buster never spent another night in a kennel. And the dog who "wouldn't settle" for four families slept soundly the very first night — because, his whole body seemed to say, he'd finally found the one who wasn't going to bring him back.

The volunteer warned her three times before she even reached his kennel: "Don't get your hopes up with this one. He's been returned four times. Something's just… off about him. People bring him back within a week." But Karen had only come to walk dogs that Saturday — she wasn't adopting anything — so she figured a brindle mutt nobody wanted was as good a dog as any to take around the block, and she had no idea she was about to lose an argument with an animal who had already made up his mind. His name on the kennel card was Buster, crossed out and rewritten three times in three different handwritings. Four returns in two years. The notes were a quiet little tragedy: Too anxious. Won't settle. Cries when left alone. Not a good fit. Each family had brought him back a little more shut down than the last. He was the kind of dog shelters lose sleep over — not aggressive, not sick, just somehow always the one handed back. By the time Karen clipped the leash on, he wouldn't even look at her. He walked beside her like a dog who had learned that walks end in goodbyes. But something happened on that loop around the block. He started glancing up at her. By the halfway point he was leaning into her leg at every stop. And when she brought him back to the shelter and bent to unclip the leash, Buster did something he had never done in two years of returns. He sat down on her feet. And he would not move. The volunteer tried to coax him back into the kennel. He pressed harder against Karen's legs. When she crouched to say goodbye, he climbed half into her lap and pushed his head under her chin and let out a low whine that sounded, to everyone standing there, exactly like please. "He's never done that," the volunteer said quietly. "Not once." Karen had walked in that morning wanting nothing but a few hours of fresh air and a dog on a leash. She knelt on that concrete floor with a dog who had been given back four times refusing to let go of her, and she felt something in her chest simply give way. "Okay," she whispered into his fur, half-laughing, half-crying. "Okay. You win. I'm not going anywhere either." She filled out the paperwork that afternoon. Buster never spent another night in a kennel. And the dog who "wouldn't settle" for four families slept soundly the very first night — because, his whole body seemed to say, he'd finally found the one who wasn't going to bring him back.

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If you ever wonder why Iran appears so hard to break… watch closely. While much of the world is busy feeding its youth a steady diet of distraction, spectacle, and cultural noise, there are young minds elsewhere being shaped by something far more enduring: discipline, curiosity, and technical mastery. In one video, you'll see students learning how to build and launch rockets. In another, young innovators assembling and flying drones: skills that don't emerge overnight, but are cultivated through years of education, experimentation, and purpose. This is not accidental. It is the product of a society that, for all the hardships it endured, has invested deeply in scientific literacy and technical capability; where even educational and research institutions have contributed to advancements in fields like aerospace and robotics . So no, resilience is not magic. It is built. Built in classrooms instead of clubs. Built in labs instead of algorithms. Built in minds that are trained to create, not just consume. If you are still wondering why some nations endure pressure that would collapse others… just look at what they are feeding their youth.

If you ever wonder why Iran appears so hard to break… watch closely. While much of the world is busy feeding its youth a steady diet of distraction, spectacle, and cultural noise, there are young minds elsewhere being shaped by something far more enduring: discipline, curiosity, and technical mastery. In one video, you'll see students learning how to build and launch rockets. In another, young innovators assembling and flying drones: skills that don't emerge overnight, but are cultivated through years of education, experimentation, and purpose. This is not accidental. It is the product of a society that, for all the hardships it endured, has invested deeply in scientific literacy and technical capability; where even educational and research institutions have contributed to advancements in fields like aerospace and robotics . So no, resilience is not magic. It is built. Built in classrooms instead of clubs. Built in labs instead of algorithms. Built in minds that are trained to create, not just consume. If you are still wondering why some nations endure pressure that would collapse others… just look at what they are feeding their youth.

Marwa Osman || مروة عثمان

81,056 views • 4 months ago

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

This is the account given by the woman featured in the video: A neighbor's Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son - or even I - was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still... their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The tirst time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn't secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn't misbehavior anymore, it was determination. "I'm so sorry," the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. "He got out again... and came straight here." I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn't run. Didn't bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn't looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home... I didn't feel chosen. I telt trapped. I just didn't know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn't pressure. It wasn't loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn't replacing anything. He wasn't asking for anything I couldn't give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn't feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he'd visit, I'd keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he's escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn't feel empty anymore.

Gabriele Corno

112,500 views • 23 days ago

For the past three to four years now, I usually go on holiday twice a year — one international solo trip and one local family vacation. I do go for my solo vacation in spring and our family holiday is during the summer when the kids are on school break. Schools have finally shutdown for summer break last week and the kids are already all pumped up for our family vacation which will be coming up in few weeks from now. We haven't yet gone for our family summer vacation for this year but babe has already started making plans for our 2027 summer holiday. Last weekend, she brought up the idea of just the two of us going on a boat cruise next summer. She wants it to be just me and her without the kids. She suggested that we bring in a family member on invitation from Naija, such that there will be a family at home with the kids while we both go on a lovey-dovey boat cruise to western Europe. She advised that we should start saving up for the adventure by September. This woman and long term planning are five and six, and that virtue has been very helpful in helping us avoid financial pressure. We do everything with ease, thanks to her wisdom. For instance, two weeks before the end of the session that ended last week, we have already bought the kids school uniforms for 2026/27 academic session that will be starting in September; thanks to my wife's wisdom. If she hasn't suggested it, it wouldn't have even crossed my mind at all. I am awake now, staring at this beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to me and I feel nothing but joy in my heart and total love for her. I am really blessed to have someone like her as my better half. I am the often chaotic and the more expressive person while she is the calm, quiet and better organised one. We perfectly compliment each other. It'll be our 12th anniversary in exactly a month's time from now, and I really look forward to our anniversary getaway weekend. Cheers to forever, baby.

For the past three to four years now, I usually go on holiday twice a year — one international solo trip and one local family vacation. I do go for my solo vacation in spring and our family holiday is during the summer when the kids are on school break. Schools have finally shutdown for summer break last week and the kids are already all pumped up for our family vacation which will be coming up in few weeks from now. We haven't yet gone for our family summer vacation for this year but babe has already started making plans for our 2027 summer holiday. Last weekend, she brought up the idea of just the two of us going on a boat cruise next summer. She wants it to be just me and her without the kids. She suggested that we bring in a family member on invitation from Naija, such that there will be a family at home with the kids while we both go on a lovey-dovey boat cruise to western Europe. She advised that we should start saving up for the adventure by September. This woman and long term planning are five and six, and that virtue has been very helpful in helping us avoid financial pressure. We do everything with ease, thanks to her wisdom. For instance, two weeks before the end of the session that ended last week, we have already bought the kids school uniforms for 2026/27 academic session that will be starting in September; thanks to my wife's wisdom. If she hasn't suggested it, it wouldn't have even crossed my mind at all. I am awake now, staring at this beautiful woman sleeping peacefully next to me and I feel nothing but joy in my heart and total love for her. I am really blessed to have someone like her as my better half. I am the often chaotic and the more expressive person while she is the calm, quiet and better organised one. We perfectly compliment each other. It'll be our 12th anniversary in exactly a month's time from now, and I really look forward to our anniversary getaway weekend. Cheers to forever, baby.

Olamide Obe

13,140 views • 22 days ago

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

"A neighbor’s Pit Bull kept escaping just to come sit on my porch. When I finally figured out why, I laughed before doing anything else. Not exactly the reaction my son — or even I — was expecting. For months, no one could make sense of it. He belonged to the family across the street. Young couple, two boys, the kind of household that refreshed their yard every spring and treated painting trim like a weekend project. And still… their dog kept leaving. Not to chase anything. Not to get into trouble. Not even to explore. He would cross the street, climb up my steps, and sit right at my front door like he had somewhere to be. The first time, I assumed he was lost. The second time, I figured their gate wasn’t secure. By the third time, even his owners looked a little embarrassed — like this wasn’t misbehavior anymore, it was determination. “I’m so sorry,” the wife said one day, standing in my yard with an empty leash, slightly out of breath. “He got out again… and came straight here.” I looked at him. Big head. White chest. Soft amber eyes beneath a face that would usually make people hesitate. There he was, sitting calmly on my porch in the quiet mountain sun, as steady as if he belonged there. When I opened the door, he didn’t run. Didn’t bark. He just leaned his warm body against my leg and let out a long, contented sigh. That was six years after my husband passed. Six years of living alone in Flagstaff. Six years of one cup, one plate, one empty side of the bed. People kept telling me I should get a dog, like love was something you could just pick back up when you felt ready. But I had already lost one great love. I wasn’t looking for another bond that would one day leave me counting the silence again. So when that dog kept choosing my porch instead of his own home… I didn’t feel chosen. I felt trapped. I just didn’t know by what. It took time to understand. It wasn’t pressure. It wasn’t loss waiting to happen. It was something gentler. He wasn’t replacing anything. He wasn’t asking for anything I couldn’t give. He just showed up. Again and again. Until the quiet didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Eventually, his family and I stopped apologizing back and forth and started laughing about it instead. We worked out a rhythm — he’d visit, I’d keep the door open, and somehow, it all just fit. Now, he still comes by. Not because he’s escaping. But because he has two homes. And for the first time in years, mine doesn’t feel empty anymore.

Crazy Moments

234,569 views • 1 month ago

Let us take a moment to look at the root cause of how violence escalated from 3rd of May until now: 1. Fake&fabricated news about a meitei lady being raped in Churachandpur made the rounds on social media widely circulated which was later clarified by concerned authorities & the alleged victim’s parents that no such thing occurred. 2. Based on this information, tribal women in Imphal-meitei dominated localities were subjected to sexual&physical abuse and brutality. Meitei women the so called Imas/ #MeiraPaibis were seen encouraging their sons/boys to rape a tribal girl in broad daylight. They were seen actively participating in the lynching of Kuki-zo tribals. 3. Despite all these, the so called *#MeiraPaibis* declared the 3rd Nupilal so brazenly. The so called Mothers encouraging their sons to violate another women’s daughter has shown us how degraded the mentality of these meitei women are. 4. While calling out for peace in-front of national media houses, their so called activist Binalakshmi Nepram apparently forgot how in the name of #WomenEmpowerment her own womenfolk from her community colluded in sheltering & instigating violence against their fellow women. Double standard hypocrisy Alert. The very women that went wild & crazy thirsting for blood & weapon are now crying PEACE infront of outsiders is a staged act hidden with vicious malice. 5. We cannot trust women that demanded the violation of another women’s precious daughter & took part in their lynching. We cannot take part in a movement of Peace where women have innocent blood in their hands. #MeiraPaibis giving women & feminism a bad name. 🇮🇳 #MeiteiWarCrimes #MeiteisAreLiars #MeiteiRapists #MeiteiAttrocities

Let us take a moment to look at the root cause of how violence escalated from 3rd of May until now: 1. Fake&fabricated news about a meitei lady being raped in Churachandpur made the rounds on social media widely circulated which was later clarified by concerned authorities & the alleged victim’s parents that no such thing occurred. 2. Based on this information, tribal women in Imphal-meitei dominated localities were subjected to sexual&physical abuse and brutality. Meitei women the so called Imas/ #MeiraPaibis were seen encouraging their sons/boys to rape a tribal girl in broad daylight. They were seen actively participating in the lynching of Kuki-zo tribals. 3. Despite all these, the so called #MeiraPaibis declared the 3rd Nupilal so brazenly. The so called Mothers encouraging their sons to violate another women’s daughter has shown us how degraded the mentality of these meitei women are. 4. While calling out for peace in-front of national media houses, their so called activist Binalakshmi Nepram apparently forgot how in the name of #WomenEmpowerment her own womenfolk from her community colluded in sheltering & instigating violence against their fellow women. Double standard hypocrisy Alert. The very women that went wild & crazy thirsting for blood & weapon are now crying PEACE infront of outsiders is a staged act hidden with vicious malice. 5. We cannot trust women that demanded the violation of another women’s precious daughter & took part in their lynching. We cannot take part in a movement of Peace where women have innocent blood in their hands. #MeiraPaibis giving women & feminism a bad name. 🇮🇳 #MeiteiWarCrimes #MeiteisAreLiars #MeiteiRapists #MeiteiAttrocities

𝒩𝑔𝒶𝓁𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓅𝒶

13,778 views • 2 years ago

Tuesday, December 23, 2025 PLEASE🙏 share for: PAW Partnership for Animal Welfare Greenbelt, MD 20770 (301) 572-4729 💜⭐️Meet VAN🐾🐾 — the Rock Star of Dogs!⭐️💜 Van🐾🐾 isn’t just a head-turner… he’s the full package. At just a year old and 32 pounds, this showstopper has the perfect combination of good looks, great manners, and a heart of gold. Van’s🐾🐾 foster says he’s incredibly smart and eager to learn. He already knows sit, down, crawl, paw, touch, find, and spin. He’s currently working on eyes on me, follow, place, and stay. When he gets a little too amped up, a quick “get it together” makes him regroup — and yes, it’s as cute as it sounds. Ask him to “get your toy,” and he’ll happily redirect himself like the good boy he is. He is fully housebroken, and when he needs a break, he’ll even put himself in his crate for some downtime. Van🐾🐾 is wonderfully friendly with dogs of all sizes. He loves to play and can get excited, but he responds beautifully when another dog sets boundaries. On walks, he’s working on sitting calmly when other dogs pass by — he’s a young guy who just wants to say hi! Van🐾🐾 will thrive in a family ready to continue his training, keep his brilliant brain busy, and give him the exercise and playtime a young pup needs. This rock star won’t be available long — apply today! PAW adopts to northern VA, southern PA, DC, and MD. #adoptdontshop #adoptme #rescuedogs #rescuedogsofinstagram #rescuedismyfavoritebreed #dogsofinstagram #doggy #fosteringsaveslives #fosterdog #dogsoftiktok #dogsofinsta #dogstagram #ilovedogs #doglover #dogloversofinstagram #doglovers

Tuesday, December 23, 2025 PLEASE🙏 share for: PAW Partnership for Animal Welfare Greenbelt, MD 20770 (301) 572-4729 💜⭐️Meet VAN🐾🐾 — the Rock Star of Dogs!⭐️💜 Van🐾🐾 isn’t just a head-turner… he’s the full package. At just a year old and 32 pounds, this showstopper has the perfect combination of good looks, great manners, and a heart of gold. Van’s🐾🐾 foster says he’s incredibly smart and eager to learn. He already knows sit, down, crawl, paw, touch, find, and spin. He’s currently working on eyes on me, follow, place, and stay. When he gets a little too amped up, a quick “get it together” makes him regroup — and yes, it’s as cute as it sounds. Ask him to “get your toy,” and he’ll happily redirect himself like the good boy he is. He is fully housebroken, and when he needs a break, he’ll even put himself in his crate for some downtime. Van🐾🐾 is wonderfully friendly with dogs of all sizes. He loves to play and can get excited, but he responds beautifully when another dog sets boundaries. On walks, he’s working on sitting calmly when other dogs pass by — he’s a young guy who just wants to say hi! Van🐾🐾 will thrive in a family ready to continue his training, keep his brilliant brain busy, and give him the exercise and playtime a young pup needs. This rock star won’t be available long — apply today! PAW adopts to northern VA, southern PA, DC, and MD. #adoptdontshop #adoptme #rescuedogs #rescuedogsofinstagram #rescuedismyfavoritebreed #dogsofinstagram #doggy #fosteringsaveslives #fosterdog #dogsoftiktok #dogsofinsta #dogstagram #ilovedogs #doglover #dogloversofinstagram #doglovers

Rescue Dogs Rock, D.C. 🐾🐾🇺🇸

16,154 views • 7 months ago

🖤 WOW! Another amazing friend of Nolan Wells speaks: Tracestin Shepherd. I’ll call him T. With Brandon Tatum Part 5: 🖤 Mom said this wasn’t one of Nolan’s close friends (yet again), yet he parked cars at Nolan’s house for weeks, spent Spring Break with him, and traveled with him. 🖤 The beach fight. T got into a fight after a man inserted himself into him and his girlfriend’s discussion, took a swing at T, and the 2 fought. Later, Warren’s younger brother, Carter, got into a separate one-on-one fight with that SAME man. Nolan was not part of the fight. 🖤 It makes me wonder if Nolan was targeted later because he was with this friend group—or if that same man later inserted himself into Nolan’s conversation with Katie. 🖤 No obvious signs of a fight, THOUGH, per ME. Only the red discoloration on the back of Nolan’s neck, and part of his neck is still being retained by the first medical examiner. There could be medical explanations, but a couple of my guy friends wondered if maybe Nolan had been choked out. 🖤 Last sighting by T: Nolan and Katie were walking toward Wyatt’s boat while T headed to his uncle’s boat. T didn’t say Nolan was getting on the boat or leaving. Katie remains part of the timeline. 🖤 T says the “Give me my effing phone” voice is his, not Nolan’s. Nolan’s coach also said it wasn’t Nolan’s voice. 🖤 T said they searched with Wyatt the next day. I wish he’d said which boat. I’m assuming the 18-foot Palm Beach, since the 22-footer reportedly had water issues—but that’s only my assumption. Lastly, why aren’t we considering that Nolan may have gotten onto someone else’s boat and something happened there? Or that he simply got himself into trouble in the water? What if, under the influence of alcohol, he was injured and tried swimming to shore? Is that why he was found face down? Maybe he drank too much and suffered alcohol poisoning. Maybe someone put something in his drink. Maybe that’s why we’re not seeing clearer answers yet, and why toxicology could be so important. 🔗Link

🖤 WOW! Another amazing friend of Nolan Wells speaks: Tracestin Shepherd. I’ll call him T. With Brandon Tatum Part 5: 🖤 Mom said this wasn’t one of Nolan’s close friends (yet again), yet he parked cars at Nolan’s house for weeks, spent Spring Break with him, and traveled with him. 🖤 The beach fight. T got into a fight after a man inserted himself into him and his girlfriend’s discussion, took a swing at T, and the 2 fought. Later, Warren’s younger brother, Carter, got into a separate one-on-one fight with that SAME man. Nolan was not part of the fight. 🖤 It makes me wonder if Nolan was targeted later because he was with this friend group—or if that same man later inserted himself into Nolan’s conversation with Katie. 🖤 No obvious signs of a fight, THOUGH, per ME. Only the red discoloration on the back of Nolan’s neck, and part of his neck is still being retained by the first medical examiner. There could be medical explanations, but a couple of my guy friends wondered if maybe Nolan had been choked out. 🖤 Last sighting by T: Nolan and Katie were walking toward Wyatt’s boat while T headed to his uncle’s boat. T didn’t say Nolan was getting on the boat or leaving. Katie remains part of the timeline. 🖤 T says the “Give me my effing phone” voice is his, not Nolan’s. Nolan’s coach also said it wasn’t Nolan’s voice. 🖤 T said they searched with Wyatt the next day. I wish he’d said which boat. I’m assuming the 18-foot Palm Beach, since the 22-footer reportedly had water issues—but that’s only my assumption. Lastly, why aren’t we considering that Nolan may have gotten onto someone else’s boat and something happened there? Or that he simply got himself into trouble in the water? What if, under the influence of alcohol, he was injured and tried swimming to shore? Is that why he was found face down? Maybe he drank too much and suffered alcohol poisoning. Maybe someone put something in his drink. Maybe that’s why we’re not seeing clearer answers yet, and why toxicology could be so important. 🔗Link

Shana_X_

23,374 views • 18 days ago