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283,090 views • 2 years ago

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MaidKigMelia

20,605 views • 8 months ago

A thought about Annaya Chiranjeevi Konidela is always a source of joy. While I walk along the memory lane on this special day ,these are few memories I have tumbled upon. In our childhood, he went away from home to pursue his college education in Narsapur. And his homecoming for summer holidays was a festive season. A big pain and disappointment used to follow when he used to go back for his college. We all used to miss his absence and feel the vacuum. Home was never vibrant till he was back. In my school days, just walking beside him was a proud moment. I used to feel like I am walking with the world's most important person; by then, he was just in college. When he used to ride my father’s bike (Bullet - 350 cc) with his curly long hair, fit NCC Cadet body with bell bottoms and glasses - oh! it was an absolutely fanboy and hero-worshipping moment. My Annaya was always a Hero for me even before he became a Hero. In the early days of his film career, he brought a big blue bag from his first Singapore trip. In that blue bag I found my first tiny Lego helicopter, few remote cars, racing track, some comics, music tapes, tape recorder ,scented Yardley Co. powders, soaps ,few perfumes and other small gifts to others. He always brought us joy and smiles into our small home. In subsequent years, when he got married, I was worried that he would be away from all of us. And I was crying silently in a room. Then he brought my Vadina and said, “Come, I will introduce you to a big man (Pedda Manishi) today.” They both were laughing while they found the reason for my tears. Then, following years, I was taken to Chennai (then Madras) to stay with Annaya and Vadina. I don’t have enough words for the love and care they showered on me. I had seen his struggle, hard work and injuries in shoots. Everyday he used to reach home in the middle of the night after 18 hours shift of laborious work in his sweat-drenched costumes and shoes in the Chennai’s heat and humidity; with hardly any strength to stand… I used to feel guilty for living off on his hard work and sacrifice. But he never even uttered a word about my academic failures and lack of direction in my life. The way he lighted up our family and relatives with his generosity and he extended the same spirit to his friends, producers, film fraternity and everyone he touched. He is one of the primary and key persons who acted as a cultural bridge between the South and Hindi film industry.He always believed in Indian cinema. Pratibandh and Aaj Ka GoondaRaj were two of his blockbusters in Hindi. A tech-savvy person, his astounding medical knowledge, his philanthropic nature, a family man, superstardom to megastardom, Central Cabinet Minister, National Awards, highest civilian honors (Padma Vibhushan). What he hadn’t seen and achieved, but he never rests. After a major spinal operation recently, he bounces back within no time with his strength training and goes back to work. Like a city never sleeps, he’s a man who never rests. He’s born with an unstoppable motor within. That’s why he’s become our beloved ‘Mega Star’ and my only Hero. Let ‘Mother Nature’ provide you my Dear Annaya Chiranjeevi Konidela abundant health, super strength and astounding victories on your life path. Wishing my Annaya on his birthday is not a formality but a gentle reminder to many like me ; how his life has impacted, influenced and transformed millions like me to build a better future and to lay a stronger foundations for the land of Bharath -we all adore and worship. Jai Hind !! #HBDMegastarChiranjeevi

A thought about Annaya Chiranjeevi Konidela is always a source of joy. While I walk along the memory lane on this special day ,these are few memories I have tumbled upon. In our childhood, he went away from home to pursue his college education in Narsapur. And his homecoming for summer holidays was a festive season. A big pain and disappointment used to follow when he used to go back for his college. We all used to miss his absence and feel the vacuum. Home was never vibrant till he was back. In my school days, just walking beside him was a proud moment. I used to feel like I am walking with the world's most important person; by then, he was just in college. When he used to ride my father’s bike (Bullet - 350 cc) with his curly long hair, fit NCC Cadet body with bell bottoms and glasses - oh! it was an absolutely fanboy and hero-worshipping moment. My Annaya was always a Hero for me even before he became a Hero. In the early days of his film career, he brought a big blue bag from his first Singapore trip. In that blue bag I found my first tiny Lego helicopter, few remote cars, racing track, some comics, music tapes, tape recorder ,scented Yardley Co. powders, soaps ,few perfumes and other small gifts to others. He always brought us joy and smiles into our small home. In subsequent years, when he got married, I was worried that he would be away from all of us. And I was crying silently in a room. Then he brought my Vadina and said, “Come, I will introduce you to a big man (Pedda Manishi) today.” They both were laughing while they found the reason for my tears. Then, following years, I was taken to Chennai (then Madras) to stay with Annaya and Vadina. I don’t have enough words for the love and care they showered on me. I had seen his struggle, hard work and injuries in shoots. Everyday he used to reach home in the middle of the night after 18 hours shift of laborious work in his sweat-drenched costumes and shoes in the Chennai’s heat and humidity; with hardly any strength to stand… I used to feel guilty for living off on his hard work and sacrifice. But he never even uttered a word about my academic failures and lack of direction in my life. The way he lighted up our family and relatives with his generosity and he extended the same spirit to his friends, producers, film fraternity and everyone he touched. He is one of the primary and key persons who acted as a cultural bridge between the South and Hindi film industry.He always believed in Indian cinema. Pratibandh and Aaj Ka GoondaRaj were two of his blockbusters in Hindi. A tech-savvy person, his astounding medical knowledge, his philanthropic nature, a family man, superstardom to megastardom, Central Cabinet Minister, National Awards, highest civilian honors (Padma Vibhushan). What he hadn’t seen and achieved, but he never rests. After a major spinal operation recently, he bounces back within no time with his strength training and goes back to work. Like a city never sleeps, he’s a man who never rests. He’s born with an unstoppable motor within. That’s why he’s become our beloved ‘Mega Star’ and my only Hero. Let ‘Mother Nature’ provide you my Dear Annaya Chiranjeevi Konidela abundant health, super strength and astounding victories on your life path. Wishing my Annaya on his birthday is not a formality but a gentle reminder to many like me ; how his life has impacted, influenced and transformed millions like me to build a better future and to lay a stronger foundations for the land of Bharath -we all adore and worship. Jai Hind !! #HBDMegastarChiranjeevi

Pawan Kalyan

2,021,169 views • 10 days ago

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.

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

408,300 views • 2 months ago

The moment I knew this Bangtan life was for me was when I watched MAMA 2018 and saw Hobi cry as they accepted their Daesang. That was the last time I saw him cry like that until SEVEN years later, when I found tears rolling down my own face as he gave his speech at HOPE ON THE STAGE in Osaka. But this time, it felt different. Because now, I’m here, with all of you, experiencing this journey with him, from the very beginning of their solo chapter in 2022. Our desire to see him flourish, to watch the world finally recognize his phenomenal artistry, has been constant and it’s all been unfolding before our eyes. For the past three years, he’s shown us exactly what he’s made of. He broke out of the box, releasing music and content, not out of privilege, but through sheer grit, hard work, and a refusal to stay stagnant. He peeled back layers most people never knew were there. And oh, j-hope BLEW. OUR. MINDS. If we felt overwhelmed watching him cry, imagine what he must’ve felt. Because HE CARVED THIS PATH. Every step paved with blood, sweat, and tears. He was hands-on with everything. We witnessed a level of energy on stage that I’ve never seen from any other artist. He’s god-tier on that stage, my goodness, to the point where I’ve honestly wondered: Is he even human? 😅 HOPE ON THE STAGE didn’t start in 2023. It began way back, with a spark in a young boy who knew he was born for the stage. From convincing his dad this was his destiny, to pushing forward when he couldn’t afford hagwon tuition, to moving to Seoul alone to train, to pouring thousands of hours into his craft, all of it led to the creation of a tour that’s now written into history. May we live long enough to witness everything HobiPower still has in store. 💜 #HOPE_ON_THE_STAGE_TOUR #HOS_TOUR_MENT

The moment I knew this Bangtan life was for me was when I watched MAMA 2018 and saw Hobi cry as they accepted their Daesang. That was the last time I saw him cry like that until SEVEN years later, when I found tears rolling down my own face as he gave his speech at HOPE ON THE STAGE in Osaka. But this time, it felt different. Because now, I’m here, with all of you, experiencing this journey with him, from the very beginning of their solo chapter in 2022. Our desire to see him flourish, to watch the world finally recognize his phenomenal artistry, has been constant and it’s all been unfolding before our eyes. For the past three years, he’s shown us exactly what he’s made of. He broke out of the box, releasing music and content, not out of privilege, but through sheer grit, hard work, and a refusal to stay stagnant. He peeled back layers most people never knew were there. And oh, j-hope BLEW. OUR. MINDS. If we felt overwhelmed watching him cry, imagine what he must’ve felt. Because HE CARVED THIS PATH. Every step paved with blood, sweat, and tears. He was hands-on with everything. We witnessed a level of energy on stage that I’ve never seen from any other artist. He’s god-tier on that stage, my goodness, to the point where I’ve honestly wondered: Is he even human? 😅 HOPE ON THE STAGE didn’t start in 2023. It began way back, with a spark in a young boy who knew he was born for the stage. From convincing his dad this was his destiny, to pushing forward when he couldn’t afford hagwon tuition, to moving to Seoul alone to train, to pouring thousands of hours into his craft, all of it led to the creation of a tour that’s now written into history. May we live long enough to witness everything HobiPower still has in store. 💜 #HOPE_ON_THE_STAGE_TOUR #HOS_TOUR_MENT

HobiCasa ⊙⊝⊜ARIRANG l🏊‍♂️🔴

129,471 views • 1 year ago

🔴JK🌟Was LIVE | 6.28.26 | 4 hours As one of the lucky ones who was able to watch JK’s four-hour live last night, I wanted to share what I took away from it. Fair warning: this is a long one… but he did give us four hours of content. 😅 Read if you’d like! First, and most importantly, Jungkook wants us to see him for who he is: a responsible adult who is capable of making his own decisions. He wants people to stop questioning every choice he makes, every word he says, and every aspect of how he lives his life. He is happy. He told us himself, “I’m so good.” He takes his health and well-being seriously, and he knows what works for him. He works hard, and like many adults, enjoys winding down sometimes with good food, alcohol, or both. He’s naturally nocturnal and thrives on the schedule that suits him. He doesn’t need unsolicited advice about how he should sleep or live. After the show, he went out to eat with the members, before returning to his hotel to film the dance challenge, which took over 50 takes. It was another reminder of how much pride he takes in his work. He always wants to show us, and himself, the very best he can do. Right now, he’s immersed in dance. He’s studying locking, krumping, and other house styles because he genuinely wants to become an even better dancer. He wants keep sharing dance challenges with us, because that’s one of the ways he can give us something new right now. He said he doesn’t actually listen to music that often, unless it is connected to a dance video, but when he does, he’s been enjoying a lot of music from his fellow idols, especially girl groups. He even shared a few songs he’s been playing on repeat lately. He’s also been enjoying anime, talking about several series he’s been watching and how excited he is for the next season of Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. He spoke honestly about learning English. He has a teacher, and he wants to improve, but it’s difficult and he simply doesn’t have enough time to devote to it. At the same time, he made it clear, again, that he doesn’t want people constantly asking or telling him to speak English. As he has said so many times: “I don’t speak English. I’m Korean.” If you choose to watch his lives, stop asking for it! One of the most candid moments was hearing him talk about big brand events. He admitted that they make him uncomfortable, saying Taehyung loves them and is much better at them. Small talk doesn’t come naturally to him, and he gets shy with all the eye contact. But, like the professional he is, he has learned how to do it well, because it’s part of his job, and because he genuinely appreciates the brands he works with, speaking warmly once again about his Calvin Klein collaboration. And then there’s what has always been part of Jungkook’s core: singing. He simply loves to sing. He loves exploring his voice, learning new techniques, experimenting with different genres, and constantly improving. He watches YouTube vocal tutorials to keep growing. Karaoke isn’t just fun for him, it’s practice, exploration, and another way to become a better artist. Listening to him sing throughout the live was a gift. Beautiful, playful, effortless, and unmistakably Jungkook. His performance of “Into the Sun” was my personal highlight, with perfectly placed vocal runs, delicate high notes, and emotion woven into every line. This is only a small part of what Jungkook shared with us over those four hours. I’m incredibly grateful that he gave us so much of his time, his thoughts, his laughter, and his music. My biggest takeaway is this: if you choose to log into his lives, then let him live. Keep your cringy comments to yourself. He doesn’t want to see them, and neither do we. Listen to what he’s actually telling you, trust him to know what’s best for himself, and simply enjoy the rare privilege of spending time with him. Thank you, Jungkook. We love you. 💜

TaeKook USA 🇺🇸 #김태형 #정국

36,210 views • 2 months ago

“My Husband Owes $58,000 To 3 Separate Women” Caller : My husband had fathered three children before we got married. He has separate child support orders on all three of them. There's three different moms, and together, it's a combined total debt of $58,000. I didn't know if we should do like your traditional debt snowball I don't want to like pay for one child and the other two are not receiving any money. Dave Ramsey: how much other debt ? Caller : Um, about $5,000. We have a small car loan Dave Ramsey: And what's your household income? Caller : Um, about $35,000. Dave Ramsey: Okay. All right. Um... so just one of you working? Caller : Yeah. I work full-time. I make $17 an hour. Dave Ramsey: Hm. What does he do? Caller : he's always wanted to own his own business, and so this year he decided that he was going to um try and start a landscaping company. Dave Ramsey: Okay. But I mean, did he start it before... before winter? Caller : Yes. he started it in April, and um he was making about $500 to $1,000 a month from that. Dave Ramsey: Okay. So, it's not working out? Caller : No. Dave Ramsey: Okay. And I mean, unless he has a plan to get his income up 10x, he needs to get a job, doesn't he? Caller : Yes. Dave Ramsey: Okay. Yeah. Your nervous laughter tells me he's sitting on his butt not doing that. Dave Ramsey: Well, what exactly is he doing? Caller : Um, well, he is at home,we have two children together. so he is at home with them right now, but um uh while they're at school and stuff Caller : ...he's not really doing much. Dave Ramsey: Bull. If he was marketing his business, he'd be making more than $500. So, as kindly as I can, I need to just say out loud that there's a guy that owes $58,000 for three children that he's not taking care of, and he's doing zero about it, And that's kind of not okay.

“My Husband Owes $58,000 To 3 Separate Women” Caller : My husband had fathered three children before we got married. He has separate child support orders on all three of them. There's three different moms, and together, it's a combined total debt of $58,000. I didn't know if we should do like your traditional debt snowball I don't want to like pay for one child and the other two are not receiving any money. Dave Ramsey: how much other debt ? Caller : Um, about $5,000. We have a small car loan Dave Ramsey: And what's your household income? Caller : Um, about $35,000. Dave Ramsey: Okay. All right. Um... so just one of you working? Caller : Yeah. I work full-time. I make $17 an hour. Dave Ramsey: Hm. What does he do? Caller : he's always wanted to own his own business, and so this year he decided that he was going to um try and start a landscaping company. Dave Ramsey: Okay. But I mean, did he start it before... before winter? Caller : Yes. he started it in April, and um he was making about $500 to $1,000 a month from that. Dave Ramsey: Okay. So, it's not working out? Caller : No. Dave Ramsey: Okay. And I mean, unless he has a plan to get his income up 10x, he needs to get a job, doesn't he? Caller : Yes. Dave Ramsey: Okay. Yeah. Your nervous laughter tells me he's sitting on his butt not doing that. Dave Ramsey: Well, what exactly is he doing? Caller : Um, well, he is at home,we have two children together. so he is at home with them right now, but um uh while they're at school and stuff Caller : ...he's not really doing much. Dave Ramsey: Bull. If he was marketing his business, he'd be making more than $500. So, as kindly as I can, I need to just say out loud that there's a guy that owes $58,000 for three children that he's not taking care of, and he's doing zero about it, And that's kind of not okay.

Jeff

18,757 views • 1 month ago

Sidney Lumet recounts the incident when Henry Fonda got angry & thought of pulling out of producing "12 Angry Men" (1957) and how he finally changed his mind: "Fonda came into the project a little uptight. He had to deal with problems he didn't want to deal with. I knew rehearsals were going very well, but two or three days before shooting, I could feel his tension building. One afternoon we stood at the elevator. He turned to me abruptly and with marked irritation said he was dissatisfied with everything. My heart leaped. The star, the producer was unhappy. We walked into the studio. Only work lights were on. Hank [Henry Fonda] went pale. The exterior was a shot of the other buildings outside the courthouse in Foley Square. Now, we could have had a huge photo blowup made, but this was a low-budget picture, so we opted for a compromise, a painted backdrop from a photograph. It didn't look great hanging there. You could see all the paint marks. "Christ!" Fonda exploded before the director. "When I worked with Hitchcock the backings were so real you'd walk into them because you thought they were three dimensional." "My heart sank. I said, "I've been told it'll work, Hank." Fonda replied, "You've been told? I tell you it looks terrible! Christ, I don't want to be a f**king producer.'" "We started shooting the following morning in Manhattan. The first shot was a very complicated one, over the blades of the fan from a crane. The lighting turned out to be a phenomenal problem. We waited from eight-thirty to four in the afternoon. Hank doesn't sweat, but that was about as close as he's ever come. But that was about as close as he's ever come. "We went to the rushes the next noon, and he said, 'Sidney, what am I going to do? I can't stand seeing myself on the screen. I never go to rushes, and sometimes I wait two years to see a finished film I've made. Sometimes I never see them.' Hank steeled himself, walked into the projection room and sat down behind me. He watched for a while, and then he put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed so hard I thought my eyes would pop out. He leaned forward and said quietly, 'Sidney, it's magnificent' Then he dashed out and never came to the rushes again. What is so fascinating to me about Fonda as a talent is I don't think if you took a stick and beat him he could do anything false, he's incapable. As a performer, as a man, he's pure. He's like a barometer of truth on the set. Fonda has the inner resource to make the lines deeply true. Great actor. I don't use that term often." ("Fonda: My life - As told to Howard Teichmann", 1981) P.S: On this day, 69 years ago, Sidney Lumet's "12 Angry Men" (1957) was released in the USA.

Sidney Lumet recounts the incident when Henry Fonda got angry & thought of pulling out of producing "12 Angry Men" (1957) and how he finally changed his mind: "Fonda came into the project a little uptight. He had to deal with problems he didn't want to deal with. I knew rehearsals were going very well, but two or three days before shooting, I could feel his tension building. One afternoon we stood at the elevator. He turned to me abruptly and with marked irritation said he was dissatisfied with everything. My heart leaped. The star, the producer was unhappy. We walked into the studio. Only work lights were on. Hank [Henry Fonda] went pale. The exterior was a shot of the other buildings outside the courthouse in Foley Square. Now, we could have had a huge photo blowup made, but this was a low-budget picture, so we opted for a compromise, a painted backdrop from a photograph. It didn't look great hanging there. You could see all the paint marks. "Christ!" Fonda exploded before the director. "When I worked with Hitchcock the backings were so real you'd walk into them because you thought they were three dimensional." "My heart sank. I said, "I've been told it'll work, Hank." Fonda replied, "You've been told? I tell you it looks terrible! Christ, I don't want to be a f**king producer.'" "We started shooting the following morning in Manhattan. The first shot was a very complicated one, over the blades of the fan from a crane. The lighting turned out to be a phenomenal problem. We waited from eight-thirty to four in the afternoon. Hank doesn't sweat, but that was about as close as he's ever come. But that was about as close as he's ever come. "We went to the rushes the next noon, and he said, 'Sidney, what am I going to do? I can't stand seeing myself on the screen. I never go to rushes, and sometimes I wait two years to see a finished film I've made. Sometimes I never see them.' Hank steeled himself, walked into the projection room and sat down behind me. He watched for a while, and then he put his hand on the back of my neck and squeezed so hard I thought my eyes would pop out. He leaned forward and said quietly, 'Sidney, it's magnificent' Then he dashed out and never came to the rushes again. What is so fascinating to me about Fonda as a talent is I don't think if you took a stick and beat him he could do anything false, he's incapable. As a performer, as a man, he's pure. He's like a barometer of truth on the set. Fonda has the inner resource to make the lines deeply true. Great actor. I don't use that term often." ("Fonda: My life - As told to Howard Teichmann", 1981) P.S: On this day, 69 years ago, Sidney Lumet's "12 Angry Men" (1957) was released in the USA.

DepressedBergman

96,680 views • 4 months ago

Today, aside a Christian brother giving me free food, something genuinely beautiful happened to me again, and it left me thinking, if only we were this religiously tolerant, Nigeria would be a far better place. I live in a block of four flats. I am the only Muslim, the other three residents are Christians. Two of which are married, one is a bachelor like me, hustling and figuring life out. One of my closest neighbors is Isaac. We live on the same floor. He is married with two kids, in his late 30s, while I am in my 20s. We talk a lot and we banter endlessly about politics and football despite our age gaps. I am a die-hard Barca fan, he is a Madrid fan. I am Pro-El-Rufai, he was a Peter Obi supporter, who is now tilting towards Tinubu in the next election. So you can imagine, there is always something to argue about between us, and we enjoy it, but what we both agree on is Tinubu didn't treat Mallam fairly (Although he believes Mallam should have handled it better, I always told him it’s because he didn’t know the background that’s why he think so). So, Yesterday we were discussing Christmas plans. During Eid, I hosted a barbecue in my apartment, so we were talking about how Christmas would be done in his place. He told me he would like to invite me over to eat Christmas food with his family. I gladly accepted because I am somebody that loves to party, and every christmas since in the Uni we go out and have. A few moments later, since he mentioned that he bought a ram, I hesitantly explained to him that while I could eat the food, I could not eat the ram (I hesistated because I didn't think he will get me). He paused for a moment and asked why. I explained to him that in Islam, certain prayers must be recited before an animal is slaughtered for the meat to be permissible. Eating meat from an animal slaughtered without those prayers is not allowed in Islam. He then asked out of curiosity, why I would eat the chicken but not the ram. I explained that the chicken is carton chicken with a halal tag, and I even showed him what the tag looks like. He was surprised. He said he had always seen the halal label but never knew what it meant. We both laughed about it. From his reaction, I could tell that the explanation about prayers before slaughtering an animal did not really make sense to him, but what mattered was that he respected my beliefs and did not try to push or argue. We simply changed the topic and moved on. Early in the morning today before, Isaac called me and asked me to come downstairs. When I did, he asked me to slaughter the ram and perform the prayers so that I could comfortably join them for the evening barbecue, since his religion doesn't have limitations over that. I was honestly shocked and deeply impressed. In that moment, I thought to myself, if only more people were this respectful and tolerant of other people’s faith, Nigeria would be a much better place. (It was later in the day that I saw Bashir Ahmad, OON’s post of Albani, that you can actually eat the meat even if it wasn’t slaughtered by a Muslim) The point I am trying to make here is, an average Nigerian Christian would have taken offense the moment I said I could not eat his meat, all he will hear is AVERSION, without respect for my faith and beliefs but not Isaac, he chose to respect my faith, and choices without taking offense. Surprisingly, Isaac is from Plateau State. He was born and raised in Delta, lived briefly in the UK, and then returned to Nigeria. I am writing after dancing “Oble.....Obleee.....Obleeeee” in my compoud with my christian neighbors. Nigeria will be a good place to live if we learn to tolerate one another and genuinely respect our differences.

Today, aside a Christian brother giving me free food, something genuinely beautiful happened to me again, and it left me thinking, if only we were this religiously tolerant, Nigeria would be a far better place. I live in a block of four flats. I am the only Muslim, the other three residents are Christians. Two of which are married, one is a bachelor like me, hustling and figuring life out. One of my closest neighbors is Isaac. We live on the same floor. He is married with two kids, in his late 30s, while I am in my 20s. We talk a lot and we banter endlessly about politics and football despite our age gaps. I am a die-hard Barca fan, he is a Madrid fan. I am Pro-El-Rufai, he was a Peter Obi supporter, who is now tilting towards Tinubu in the next election. So you can imagine, there is always something to argue about between us, and we enjoy it, but what we both agree on is Tinubu didn't treat Mallam fairly (Although he believes Mallam should have handled it better, I always told him it’s because he didn’t know the background that’s why he think so). So, Yesterday we were discussing Christmas plans. During Eid, I hosted a barbecue in my apartment, so we were talking about how Christmas would be done in his place. He told me he would like to invite me over to eat Christmas food with his family. I gladly accepted because I am somebody that loves to party, and every christmas since in the Uni we go out and have. A few moments later, since he mentioned that he bought a ram, I hesitantly explained to him that while I could eat the food, I could not eat the ram (I hesistated because I didn't think he will get me). He paused for a moment and asked why. I explained to him that in Islam, certain prayers must be recited before an animal is slaughtered for the meat to be permissible. Eating meat from an animal slaughtered without those prayers is not allowed in Islam. He then asked out of curiosity, why I would eat the chicken but not the ram. I explained that the chicken is carton chicken with a halal tag, and I even showed him what the tag looks like. He was surprised. He said he had always seen the halal label but never knew what it meant. We both laughed about it. From his reaction, I could tell that the explanation about prayers before slaughtering an animal did not really make sense to him, but what mattered was that he respected my beliefs and did not try to push or argue. We simply changed the topic and moved on. Early in the morning today before, Isaac called me and asked me to come downstairs. When I did, he asked me to slaughter the ram and perform the prayers so that I could comfortably join them for the evening barbecue, since his religion doesn't have limitations over that. I was honestly shocked and deeply impressed. In that moment, I thought to myself, if only more people were this respectful and tolerant of other people’s faith, Nigeria would be a much better place. (It was later in the day that I saw Bashir Ahmad, OON’s post of Albani, that you can actually eat the meat even if it wasn’t slaughtered by a Muslim) The point I am trying to make here is, an average Nigerian Christian would have taken offense the moment I said I could not eat his meat, all he will hear is AVERSION, without respect for my faith and beliefs but not Isaac, he chose to respect my faith, and choices without taking offense. Surprisingly, Isaac is from Plateau State. He was born and raised in Delta, lived briefly in the UK, and then returned to Nigeria. I am writing after dancing “Oble.....Obleee.....Obleeeee” in my compoud with my christian neighbors. Nigeria will be a good place to live if we learn to tolerate one another and genuinely respect our differences.

Mal. Imran U. Wakili (PULLO) 👑 #iSTANDWITHELRUFAI

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