René Cárdenas G.

Se humilde para admitir tus errores, inteligente para aprender de ellos y maduro para corregirlos.

[Vive con Propósito. @PropositoyVida]

Los conductores chinos aplican a la perfección la técnica de la «cremallera»

[Vive con Propósito. @PropositoyVida]

El mejor recuerdo de 2020 fue ver cómo los animales volvían a las calles mientras los humanos estaban en cuarentena

[Emotion & Music @Emotion78687]

That's what true talent is.

[Tendencias y Tuits Borrados @tendenciaytuits]

“Torero”

🐂❤️‍🩹
Durante una tensa corrida, el matador Álvaro Muñoz se detuvo de repente. Miró al toro a los ojos y, en vez de miedo, sintió una profunda tristeza y compasión.
“Este toro no está enfadado… solo es inocente y quiere vivir”, pensó.
Dejó caer la espada, abandonó la plaza y nunca más toreó.
Su historia dio la vuelta al mundo como símbolo de respeto animal. 🕊️✨
#Compasión #RespetoAnimal

[El Club del Arte 🎨📷📚🖼🕍🎼 @Arteymas_]

En que momento el mundo se volvió tan aburrido?

Sabías que hubo un tiempo en que las cosas se hacían con tanto esmero que a donde dirigieras tu mirada podrías ver arte?

Que nos pasó? 🤔😔😱

[René Cárdenas G. @73wolf]

#NuevaFotoDePerfil

[Suma Y vive @SumaYVive]

Lo que ves en ese video es una sola célula humana.
Una.
Y tienes 37 billones de ellas trabajando ahora mismo mientras lees esto.
Cada célula contiene tu ADN completo.
Si lo estiraras, mediría 1,8 metros.
Ahora multiplica eso por 37 billones.
El ADN de tu cuerpo llegaría desde la Tierra al Sol... 600 veces.
Pero hay algo que nadie te cuenta:
Tus células intestinales mueren y se renuevan cada 4 días.
Tu piel, cada 2-3 semanas.
Tu hígado, cada 150 días.
No eres el mismo de hace un año.
Literalmente.
Y todo esto ocurre sin que pienses en ello.
Sin que lo controles.
Sin que lo pidas.
Tu cuerpo lleva millones de años perfeccionándose para mantenerte vivo.
Y tú preocupado por cosas que dentro de un año ni recordarás.
Somos máquinas milagrosas.
Cuídate como tal. 🧬

[Haberin Olsun @haberinolsun_x]

Japonya’da 7.4 büyüklüğünde meydana gelen deprem sonrası bir atın sahibini koruduğu görüntüler sosyal medyada gündem oldu.

[Imperio Estoico. @ImperioEstoico]

El canto de este pájaro tiene una frecuencia de 432 Hz.

Este sonido ayuda a liberar hormonas de la felicidad, como la serotonina, que regula de forma natural la presión arterial y la frecuencia cardíaca

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

My daughter got detention for defending her late Marine father — but when FOUR MEN IN UNIFORM walked into the school the next day, the entire building went silent.
"Mrs. Harrison, you have to understand: Grace’s behavior was completely UNACCEPTABLE. We respect your husband’s service to this country, but..." her teacher said.
My 14-year-old daughter sat beside me, her eyes glassy.
The day before, one of her classmates had made a joke about Grace not having a father.
He was a Marine. Grace was only three when we lost him.
So when that girl laughed and said, "Maybe your dad just didn’t want to come back," something inside Grace snapped.
She shot to her feet so fast that her chair slammed to the floor.
Through tears, she shouted,
"My dad was a HERO. Don’t you ever talk about him like that again!"
She was the one who got detention.
She barely said a word the whole way home. That night, I found her sitting on the floor in my husband’s old sweatshirt.
"I’m sorry I got in trouble," she whispered. "I just couldn’t let her say that about him."
My heart cracked wide open.
The next morning, the school called an emergency assembly.
I assumed it had something to do with Spirit Week. A few minutes after the first bell, Grace texted me from the auditorium.
Then my phone rang.
"Mom..." she whispered, her voice shaky. "You need to come."
I stood up so fast I knocked over my coffee.
"What happened? Grace, are you okay?"
There was a long silence on the other end.
"Mom... four men in uniform just walked into the school."
"Hide right now. What’s happening? I’m calling the police!"
But Grace laughed.
"No, Mom, they’re not doing anything bad. You have no idea WHAT JUST HAPPENED! Just get here, please!" she said, before the line went dead.
I didn't bother grabbing my purse. I threw my keys into the ignition, my heart hammering against my ribs, and sped to the high school. When I burst through the double doors of the auditorium, I stopped dead in my tracks.
The room, packed with over eight hundred teenagers, was completely, eerily silent.
Down the center aisle stood four imposing figures in impeccable Marine Corps Dress Blues. The brass buttons caught the overhead lights, and their crisp white covers were tucked sharply under their arms. I recognized the man at the front immediately. It was Staff Sergeant Miller—my late husband’s closest friend and squad leader. I had called him in tears the night before, just needing someone who understood the weight of the disrespect Grace had faced. I hadn't expected him to do this.
The principal, Mr. Davis, stood awkwardly at the podium, looking completely out of his depth.
Staff Sergeant Miller didn't wait for permission to speak. He stepped up to the front, taking the microphone from the stand, and his booming, authoritative voice echoed through the massive room.
"We apologize for the interruption, Principal Davis," Miller said, though his tone suggested he wasn't sorry at all. "But we received word that a young lady in this school was being disciplined for defending the honor of a fallen United States Marine."
A collective gasp rippled through the student body. The teacher who had given Grace detention slunk back into her seat in the front row, her face turning crimson.
Miller’s heavy gaze swept across the bleachers. "Where is Grace Harrison?"
Grace stood up slowly from the middle row, still wearing her dad’s oversized sweatshirt.
"Come down here, Grace," Miller commanded gently.
As she walked down the bleacher steps, the three other Marines broke formation and fell perfectly into step behind her, creating an impromptu honor guard. They escorted her to the center of the floor.
Miller turned to face the silent crowd. "Captain Mark Harrison didn't just 'not want to come back.' He gave his life pulling three wounded men out of a burning transport vehicle in the middle of a firefight. I know, because I was one of those men. None of us standing here today would be breathing if it weren't for Grace's father."
The silence in the room was absolute. You could have heard a pin drop. A few rows up, the girl who had made the cruel joke the day before was staring at her shoes, visibly crying.
Miller turned back to Grace and dropped to one knee, bringing himself to eye level with her. He pulled a small, velvet box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gleaming Challenge Coin from their old unit.
"Grace," he said, his voice thick with emotion but loud enough for the microphone to carry. "Your father was the bravest man I ever knew. You stood your ground yesterday, just like he would have. You protected his honor, and now, his squad is here to protect yours. We have your back. Always."
He pressed the heavy metal coin into her palm, stood up, and then all four Marines snapped a crisp, perfectly unified salute to my fourteen-year-old daughter.
Tears streamed down Grace's face, but they weren't tears of anger or shame anymore. She stood tall, squared her shoulders, and returned a clumsy but beautiful salute of her own.
Suddenly, from the back row of the bleachers, a single student stood up and started clapping. Then another. Within seconds, the entire auditorium erupted into a deafening standing ovation. Even Mr. Davis and the teachers were on their feet.
I hurried down the aisle, wiping away my own tears, and wrapped Grace in a massive hug. Staff Sergeant Miller tipped his head to me, a fierce, protective glint in his eye.
Before we could leave the building, Principal Davis rushed over to us in the hallway. He looked thoroughly chastised.
"Mrs. Harrison, Grace," he stammered, wringing his hands. "I... I want to formally apologize. The detention has been completely wiped from her record. We will be handling the bullying incident with the other student appropriately, and frankly, I think our staff needs a heavy refresher on empathy."
Grace squeezed the coin in her hand, looking up at the four men in uniform who had dropped everything to stand by her side. She didn't need to say a word. The message had been delivered loud and clear.
Captain Mark Harrison had left a legacy of courage behind, and that day, an entire school learned exactly what it meant to be a hero's daughter.
Prepare to be moved by a story of bravery, respect, and an unforgettable tribute.

Credit - valintina aubrey

[Jhonf Fonseca @Jhonffonseca]

🚨 ¡TRUMP LO ACABA DE CLAVAR SIN PIEDAD!

«El Papa tiene que entender algo muy simple: no tengo nada personal contra él...

Pero tengo que hacer lo que es correcto. Punto.

¡Su propio hermano es MAGA hasta la médula y lo entiende perfectamente!

No estoy peleando con el Papa. Él hizo una declaración. Dijo que Irán puede tener arma nuclear.

Yo digo: Irán NO puede tener un arma nuclear. Nunca.

Y si el Papa abriera los ojos y viera las 42.000 personas inocentes —desarmadas, sin nada— que el régimen iraní ha masacrado en solo dos o tres meses...

¡Eso cambia todo!

Puedo disentir del Papa.
Tengo el deber moral de disentir.

Porque mientras algunos callan, yo defiendo la vida y la seguridad del mundo.»

[Vive con Propósito. @PropositoyVida]

Esto no es solo un sistema, es puro respeto por la humanidad.

Solo en Japón

[Momentos Virales @momentoviral]

No me quería reír, pero... 😁 😁 😁

[Barack Obama @BarackObama]

What the Artemis II astronauts did over the last 10 days was a testament to their bravery. And the fact that they traveled farther from Earth than anyone ever has, re-entered our atmosphere at more than 24,000 mph, and splashed down safely was a testament to human ingenuity. Thanks to everyone at @NASA for making this mission possible, and for taking us along for the ride.

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

🇺🇸🇺🇸 Welcome home! 🇺🇸🇺🇸

[El Club del Arte 🎨📷📚🖼🕍🎼 @Arteymas_]

“Aunque suba la marea y las probabilidades estén en mi contra, no me doblegaré, no me quebraré y no me rendiré.”

https://t.co/OwKy9Db0CQ

[Eduardo Menoni @eduardomenoni]

Un espectáculo de drones organizado por una iglesia en Manvel, Texas, representa a Jesús en la cruz.

Una de las cosas más impresionantes que se pueden ver en la vida.

[Vive con Propósito. @PropositoyVida]

A veces, incluso un pequeño acto de bondad puede salvarle la vida a alguien