Every year on or right before 9/11, we show this video to our students. It’s not only powerful story-telling, it’s a reminder to a younger generation about how life altering 9/11 was for those of us who lived it. It’s only 10 min #themanintheredbandana
Keep your problems smaller than your life. A flat tire is a flat tire. A bad meeting is a bad meeting. A canceled flight is just an extra two hours. These things become catastrophes when you let them. But they stay manageable when you remember the depth of your real life- the people you love, the work you care about, the beautiful years still ahead. Zoom out. Fit your reaction to the size of the problem.
This is the greatest and bravest woman you will ever see in your life Dr. Amira from Gaza.
Under the siege of the hospital, in front of the snipers’ bullets, she ran forward without hesitation, pulled out the stranded patient, and saved his life.
This video will be remembered by generations to come…forever.
Sometimes “locking in” looks like sitting in the sun and remembering that your life is also meant to be lived, not just optimized, monetized, and turned into proof that you’re worthy.
C’est la première fois de ma vie que je vois un fleuve de sang sous mes yeux… Et pourtant, on continue à scroll comme si ce génocide était devenu légitime
It’s frustrating how the average American can’t fully grasp this kind of loss because war is intentionally designed to feel abstract and something “othered” because it’s not happening on US soil. There’s barely any understanding of what widespread infrastructure collapse even looks or feels like.
It’s become this “them vs. us” even though that “them” is often created by us. Perhaps also because US media focuses on governments + militaries during wartime while outlets like Al Jazeera focus on people, forcing you to see them as us.
I wonder how empathy in the West would look if conditions were reversed. Empathy is kind of the only reason we don’t kill each other. What would it mean to actually understand that the other person could be me.
Ossoff: "Last night the White House put a video on social media that depicted this war as a video game. When American service members killed in action are returning to the US in flag-draped coffins, and even more Americans have lost limbs or suffered terrible brain injuries or are fighting for their lives, this White House treats war like a game. It's a disgrace. And it speaks to the moral rot of this administration."
First time I brought groceries without checking my account first.I sat in the parking lot and cried. because i remember every time my mom stood in the aisle doing quite math in her head, putting things back without explanation choosing the smaller size. skipping the thing she wanted so the cart could have what we needed. I remember in the specific silence of not enough. And now I’m sitting in the parking lot with bags in the back and the balance that didn’t require prayers. Nobody tells you about this part of making it. The guilt,the grief the strange sadness of getting what you always wanted and feeling like you left someone behind in the wanting. like success is a room you walked into alone and everything you came from is standing outside the door. I call my mom more now send money when I can buy the thing she would have put back not to fix the Past because I know now what it cost her. every skipped meal, every wornout pair of shoes,every "I am fine" that wasn’t fine she poured out everything so I could be full. The least I can do is make sure she finally is too