41-year Nebraska basketball announcer Kent Pavelka’s (@KentPavelka) call of the final seconds as he witnesses Nebraska’s first ever NCAA Tournament win https://t.co/gEX5tmrdy1
On September 11, 2001, trapped on the 83rd floor with no hope of escape, she called 911… not to ask to be saved, but to send one last message to her mother.
Melissa Cándida Doi was 32 years old.
She lived in the Bronx with her mother, worked as a financial manager in the South Tower of the World Trade Center, and loved ice skating in Central Park in her free time.
A normal, peaceful life. Until that day.
At 9:03 a.m., the second plane struck the South Tower.
Melissa was in her office, dozens of floors above the impact. The stairwells were already impassable, and fire and smoke were rising.
There was no way out.
At 9:17, she dialed emergency services.
She spoke with the operator for almost nine minutes. She described the smoke, the unbearable heat, the feeling of suffocating.
Her voice trembled, but she was clear-minded. She asked repeatedly if help was coming.
Then, little by little, she understood the truth.
They wouldn’t make it in time.
And in that moment, she did something profoundly human.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry.
She didn’t despair.
She asked the operator to contact her mother.
“Please, tell her I love her. Tell her she was the best mother in the world. Tell her I’ll see her in the next world.”
Simple words. Immense words.
At 9:59, the South Tower collapsed.
Melissa was still inside.
She did not survive.
But her voice did.
In 2006, during a trial related to the attacks, the recording of her call was played in court.
Those present listened in silence.
Jurors, journalists, judges—everyone with tears in their eyes.
Because in Melissa’s calm, in that final act of love, the humanity of thousands of people was reflected.
Twenty-three years have passed since that day.
We have built memorials.
We have said, “We will never forget.”
But remembering is not only commemorating a tragedy.
Remembering also means honoring the strength, dignity, and love of those who, like Melissa, chose to face the unimaginable with an open heart.
Melissa could have spent her last minutes in despair.
Instead, she thought of her mother.
She wanted the last thing left of her to be love.
Her mother, Evelyn, always spoke of her with tenderness: a kind, bright young woman who loved the little things.
And that is what we lost on September 11—not just lives, but unique, full
Same place. Same winning feeling.
Captain Mia Lopata once scored the game-winning goal to win her high school championship in Lake Placid. Now she’s led her team to the first ECAC women’s hockey title there
#BobcatNation x #NCAAHockey
“At 43, I finally speak about something I have never explained while I was still competing. People love to imagine that I moved through the tour untouched by frustration, that elegance protected me from irritation, that I simply enjoyed every match against every opponent. But the truth is different.
There were players I absolutely hated facing. Not because of who they were, but because of what they turned me into. They broke my rhythm, they disrupted the timing that I relied on, they dragged me into rallies that felt like, at some point, my game stopped feeling like mine. My version of hate was never personal”.
This was the start of the audio version of Roger Federer available on YouTube @Tenis unmasked, where Roger had revealed the five players he hated most in facing in his career. At No.5 was Nikolay Davydenko, No.4 Gilles Simon, No.3 Novak Djokovic, No.2 Marat Safin and at No.1 of course was his fiercest rival Rafa Nadal.!
He went on to explain the qualities of each player and why he didn’t like to face them. What was given in the graphics here are some extracts from Roger about the difficulties he found while facing Djokovic.
About Rafa, this was part of what Roger said: “No.1 is Nadal. No surprise, no hesitation, no other name has lived in my mind the way he did during the peak of my career. With Rafa, the word “hate’ was never about the person. It was about the experience of facing him, the weight, the heaviness, the relentlessness, that made every point felt like a test of survival. He didn’t just challenge my game; he challenged my identity”.
Very interesting perspective by the Swiss tennis legend👍
Dear baby Jesus
I don’t ask for much
Just grant me, in 2026, the calm and the nonchalance of this girl to face the fires of life
That would be enough for me 🔥