@ShivAroor These are the heroes, Bollywood should show more of⦠they not only inspire the next generation but also acknowledge the hardships to show that women can persevere no matter what. People will feel empowered by such deeply impactful stories.
π§‘ She was protecting her baby with her last strength in the burnt forest... Firefighters carefully pulled the tiny kit out, gave them water, and stayed until both were safe. This is pure humanity β€οΈπ₯Ί
@RickKielUSA@RadioFreeTom If only he spoke English and knew that words had meaningsβ¦ βlostβ does not have the same meaning as deaths plus casualties. So maybe it would help if he either 1) got his facts right or 2) spoke English correctly. It would be a miracle if he got both right! π
@DoneenVon@GBC_Press It is taxpayer money and do you know how much the national debt has gone up in just the first year of this dumb administration? And what the war with Iran is costing the taxpayer? Ballroom and gateways at the cost of 1/6 American children starving? Shame!
@MelindaF2022@GBC_Press You really believe that all the previous presidents were hosting dignitaries in tents all these years? It is unimaginable that people actually believe that. Even a US Consulate has ballrooms and meeting rooms to hold events and host dignitaries.
@NosmaKing@krassenstein You must mean the POTUS surely! No one more sensitive than him is what the whole world is observing on a daily basis. Just look at his tweets! Lol! And stealing someone elseβs quoteβ¦ cβmon whereβs the originality? π
A Child Psychiatrist Stopped Fighting Phones.
Instead, Parents Were Told To Show Their Kids These 6 Documentaries.
Many children started seeing social media differently.
Here's what they watched:
He told his students to go to the windows.
Get out. Jump if you have to.
Then Liviu Librescu walked to the classroom door and pressed his body against it.
He was 76 years old. He weighed 140 lbs
The gunman was in the hallway.
It was April 16, 2007. A Monday morning. Solid mechanics class at Virginia Tech, Room 204. Twenty-two students, most of them 19 or 20 years old.
At 9:45 AM, gunshots echoed through Norris Hall. Room by room, the shooter was working his way down the corridor.
Liviu heard it. He understood immediately.
He had survived the Holocaust. He had survived a labor camp. He had spent decades living under Communist oppression. He knew exactly what evil sounded like.
He told his students to escape through the windows. Second floor β it was a drop, but they'd survive. Then he walked to the door and held it shut with his body.
The shooter tried to force it open. It wouldn't move.
He fired through the door. Wood splintered. Bullets came through.
Liviu stayed.
Behind him, students were climbing out the windows. Dropping to the ground. Running. One by one, all twenty-two of them got out.
The shooter kept firing through the door.
Liviu held it shut until every student was safe.
Then the bullets killed him.
When police arrived, they found his body at the door.
All 22 of his students survived. Not one was injured.
Liviu Librescu was born on August 18, 1930, in PloieΘti, Romania.
He was Jewish. In 1941, when he was eleven years old, Romanian authorities sent him and his family to a labor camp. His father died there. Liviu survived. When the war ended, he was fifteen.
He went back to school. Studied engineering. Earned a doctorate from the University of Bucharest.
But Communist Romania had no interest in allowing a Jewish intellectual to succeed. He was blocked from academic positions. Passed over for jobs he deserved. He applied to emigrate. The government kept refusing.
Finally, in 1978 when Liviu was 48 years old β Israeli Prime Minister Menachem Begin personally intervened. Romania let him go.
He had spent most of his adult life trapped in a country that didn't want him.
In Israel, he taught at Tel Aviv University. Published over 300 papers. Became an international expert in aeroelasticity β the science of how air flows over aircraft wings.
In 1985, Virginia Tech offered him a position. He moved to Blacksburg, Virginia. He taught there for 22 years. His students loved him β demanding but kind, high standards, genuine care.
He was still teaching full-time at 76. Still publishing research. Still showing up every Monday morning for solid mechanics.
April 16 was the first day of Passover β the Jewish holiday celebrating liberation from slavery and oppression.
Liviu Librescu died on the day his tradition sets aside to celebrate freedom.
He spent his entire life escaping death and oppression by luck, by persistence, by the intervention of others. And on his last morning, he chose to stand at a door so that twenty-two young people could have the future he had fought so hard to reach.
He could have run. He could have hidden. He could have climbed out a window with his students.
He chose to stay.
The Virginia Tech shooting killed 32 people that day β the deadliest school shooting in American history at the time.
Room 204 had zero casualties.
Because a 76-year-old Holocaust survivor held a door with his body until every student behind him was gone.
His funeral was held in Israel. Students from Virginia Tech flew across the ocean to honor him. The Israeli government awarded him the Star of David Medal posthumously. Virginia Tech named a scholarship in his memory.
His son said his father died the way he lived β protecting others.
A man who survived everything evil threw at him for 76 years.
On his last day, he made sure 22 kids survived too.
Professor Liviu Librescu. August 18, 1930 β April 16, 2007.
Holocaust survivor. Labor camp survivor.
302 published papers. 22 years at Virginia Tech.
22 students out the window.
He held the door.
@Rocket__Mac@SkyrootA@NASASpaceflight Hmmβ¦ not sure how I feel about a country that doesnβt care about gun control and the killing of innocent civilians, in its own country, without a conscience and/or repercussions, wanting to be leaders in space warfare. π€
First what your smart TV is actually doing out of the box.
Every major TV manufacturer β Samsung, LG, Sony, Vizio, TCL, Hisense β ships their televisions with factory settings designed for one purpose: looking as bright and eye-catching as possible on a showroom floor under fluorescent lights next to 40 other TVs.
That means oversaturated colors, artificially boosted brightness, motion interpolation that turns 24fps cinema into 60fps video, and sharpening filters that add digital noise instead of actual detail. These settings make the TV pop at Best Buy. They make everything look like a soap opera in your living room.
On top of that, every smart TV ships with a tracking system called ACR β Automatic Content Recognition β enabled by default. It fingerprints whatever is on your screen every 15 to 60 seconds and sends that data to advertising partners. Samsung settled a lawsuit with Texas over this in February 2026. The other brands are still fighting theirs.
His friend had calibrated over 3,000 TVs in people's homes. He said every single one arrived in the same condition: factory demo mode, tracking enabled, picture quality sabotaged by settings nobody asked for.
Here are the 9 things he fixed.
On a lighter note π΅πΆ Bharatanatyam meets Michael Jackson. I personally, I think it's genius. It introduces many people into Indian culture and their dance. I love this π
Jo Nagai was raising swallowtail butterflies at his home in Kobe, Japan, when he noticed something odd. The ones he had looked after as caterpillars seemed to recognize him. Wild butterflies fled. His didn't.
He was in second grade. He wrote a four-page letter to Dr. Martha Weiss, an entomologist at Georgetown University who had studied whether moths could retain memories through metamorphosis. He asked if she could help him design a version of her experiment for butterflies.
She said yes.
Using a muscle therapy device, Jo trained caterpillars to associate the scent of lavender with a mild vibration. When the caterpillars became butterflies, 70 per cent of them still avoided the lavender. Their brains had been completely rebuilt during metamorphosis. The memory survived anyway.
Then he bred them.
The offspring, which had never been trained, also avoided lavender. So did their grandchildren. Without ever experiencing the vibration, two generations of butterflies inherited an aversion to a scent their grandmother had been taught to fear.
Jo documented it all in a 33-page research paper and presented his findings at the International Congress of Entomology in Kobe in 2024. He was 10.
A second grader wrote a letter to a Georgetown professor, and together they found evidence that butterflies can pass memories down through generations.
-Wilderness Whisper
A Japanese engineer invented the QR code for one job, tracking car parts on a Toyota line, then his company chose to give the patent away for free, which is the only reason it ended up on every restaurant table on Earth.
His name is Masahiro Hara. The company was Denso Wave, a parts supplier owned by Toyota.
In 1992 the problem landed on his desk, and it was not glamorous. Workers on the factory floor were drowning.
Every car part had a barcode, but a barcode can only hold about twenty characters, so to track one component they had to stick five or ten barcodes on it.
A worker would stand there scanning a single part ten times in a row. Some of them were scanning close to a thousand barcodes a day. The job had stopped being about building cars and turned into pointing a scanner at stickers all day long.
And there was a second problem nobody upstairs cared about. This was a factory. Oil got on everything. A smudge of grease across a barcode and the whole thing became unreadable, and the line stopped.
Hara was asked to make the scanner faster. He looked at it for a while and realized the scanner was not the problem. The barcode itself was the ceiling. A line of black bars can only hold information going one direction, left to right.
He decided to build something that held information in two directions, up and down as well as across, so it could store hundreds of times more in the same little square.
Then came the part that sounds made up but is not.
Hara played Go on his lunch breaks, the old board game with black and white stones sitting on a grid. He was staring at the board one day and it clicked.
The grid of black and white stones was already a way to store information in two directions. That was the shape of his code.
But building the code was the easy half. The hard problem was speed, because the whole point was to be fast, and a scanner wastes most of its time just trying to figure out where the code is and which way it is turned.
The fix came to him on a train. He was looking out the window at buildings, and one building stood out from all the others because of its shape against the sky. That was the idea.
He put three little square targets in three corners of the code. The moment a scanner sees those three squares, it knows instantly where the code is and how it is rotated, even upside down, even at an angle.
Now here is the detail that shows how far he was willing to go. Those three corner squares only work if nothing else on the page looks like them.
If a magazine ad or a cardboard box happened to have the same black and white pattern nearby, the scanner would get confused and grab the wrong thing.
So Hara and his tiny two-person team went and surveyed printed material. Magazines. Flyers. Cardboard boxes. Piles of it, for days, reducing every picture down to its ratio of black to white area, hunting for the one ratio that almost never shows up in print anywhere. They found it. One to one to three to one to one.
That exact rhythm of black and white is baked into every corner square of every QR code on Earth, and it is there because it is the pattern the printed world almost never produces by accident.
Then he solved the oil.
He built the code so it carries a backup of its own information, spread mathematically across the whole square. You can tear off, smudge, or scratch out up to thirty percent of a QR code and it still scans perfectly, because the code rebuilds the missing piece from the copy it kept of itself.
A worker could get grease on a third of the label and the line would keep moving. This is the same math that lets a scratched CD still play and lets a spacecraft send data back across the solar system without asking to repeat itself.
He finished in 1994. He named it Quick Response, after what it does for the person using it, not after what it is.
And then Denso made the decision that actually mattered.
They held the patent. They could have charged a fee on every single scan, and given how many billions happen now, that would have made someone unimaginably rich.
Instead they announced they would not enforce their rights to collect royalties, and they published the specification openly so anyone could use it. Hara later said it was not even a big argument inside the company.
That one choice is the whole story. A code that costs nothing to use is a code everyone builds on. Airlines put it on tickets. Phone makers built readers into cameras.
Then a pandemic hit and the world needed a way to hand someone information without touching anything, and the free little square that a Toyota engineer built for greasy factory workers was suddenly on every menu, every payment, every door.
Hara still works there. He has said, more than once, that he never imagined it would spread this far, and that the part he is proudest of is that it got used to keep people safe.
The man built it to survive oil on a factory floor. It ended up surviving everything else too.
You have scanned his work a hundred times this year. Now you know whose it was.
In 1945 the USS Indianapolis secretly delivered the parts for the atomic bomb that would hit Hiroshima.
Days later, mission done, a Japanese submarine put two torpedoes into her. She sank in 12 minutes.
Nearly 900 men made it off the ship alive and into the open ocean. Then it got worse.
No one knew they were missing. Three separate Navy stations picked up the distress signals and every one of them ignored it. One officer thought it was a Japanese trap. Another had ordered not to be disturbed.
So the men floated. For almost five days. No food, no fresh water, burning by day and freezing at night. Some drank seawater and went insane. And the whole time, the sharks were circling and feeding. It is considered the worst shark attack in human history.
When rescue finally came by accident, only 316 of the nearly 1,200 crew were still alive.
The Navy needed someone to blame for the disaster. They chose Captain Charles McVay, one of the men who survived it. He became the only U.S. captain in the entire war to be court-martialed for losing his ship to the enemy.
At his trial the Navy did something almost unheard of. They brought in the Japanese commander who sank the ship to testify against him. Instead, the enemy captain told the court that zigzagging would have made no difference and that McVay did nothing wrong.
They convicted him anyway.
For years afterward McVay got hate mail from the families of the dead. Some sent letters every Christmas telling him he murdered their sons. In 1968 he walked onto his front lawn and shot himself, holding a toy sailor he had kept since he was a boy.
Case closed. For fifty years.
Then in 1996 an 11-year-old named Hunter Scott watched Jaws with his dad and got hooked on the 30 second speech about the Indianapolis. He made it his sixth grade history project.
He tracked down and interviewed nearly 150 survivors. He dug through more than 800 documents. And buried in there he found what the Navy had left out, including that they knew enemy subs were operating right on the ship's route and never warned McVay.
A kid's school project turned into a national story. It reached Congress. In 2000 lawmakers passed a resolution clearing McVay's name and President Clinton signed it. The Navy officially cleared his record in 2001.
The captain the Navy spent decades blaming was finally exonerated by a sixth grader.
Hunter Scott grew up and became a naval flight officer.