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@LouStagner 1. The schedule change could be an advantage or a disadvantage. 2.Doesn't every other team have the same option? I'm sure NCAA would allow all other teams the same schedule.

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@jaromjordan @BYUfootball Labor Day weekend at Camp Pendleton in 1982 had 18,000 LDS scouts from S California. Ezra Taft Benson presided. Hot and dusty but the spirit was incredible.

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@ColinSamul #camerasinclassrooms

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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.

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@Davret1 @doug86027 @AriFleischer You must be tired of Winning.

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@shipwreckedcrew @instapundit The Learing Center was legitimate and fraud free... until it wasn't.

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@MattWalshBlog There should never be any lines. The airlines know almost exactly how many departures there are to the hour. TSA knows the average time to clear a passenger. Then, it's simple math to know how many agents are needed. Drives me crazy.

[Andy Mayer @mayerandrew]

It is I think now 54 years since the founding executive director of the UN Environment Programme opined “We have ten years to avoid a catastrophe".

Since then…

📈Global population has more than doubled

📉Extreme poverty has fallen from nearly half the world to less than 1 in 10.

👨‍🦳We live 24 years longer on average.

👶While child mortality is a third of what it was.

💰Global GDP has quadrupled and more than doubled per head.

🌽While we produce nearly 3 times as much food.

🌡️ So yes, the world is warmer

🌲And there are many environmental challenges.

But…

The evidence speaks to humanity thriving and using the dividends of growth and progress to address multiple environmental and social issues.

Not a catastrophe… crisis… or impossible task.

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@SahilBloom Father of four, grandfather of twelve, parenting is hard, but I never loved the job more than any other.

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@CatoInstitute @stephen_richer I show my ID every time I vote in Idaho.

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

Holy smokes you will never believe this

Somalia’s Minister of Foreign Affairs owns a home healthcare company in Ohio. There’s two other healthcare companies in the same suite as his and multiple others at this address with Somali owners

What are the odds…

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@DataRepublican @wcdispatch "donate" = kickback

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@975Hans Vandy and TN lose to the B1G. Maybe the SEC is Overrated?

[Jeff Fuller @jjfuller72]

This idea is verifiably false
& needs to stop.

While the ACC does measure closer to the American than to the SEC, the largest gap between any two conferences in the downward sequence is between the 4th (ACC) & the 5th (American)

While there are plenty of top G5 teams performing better than lower P4 teams… the mean for any P4 conference blows any G5 away

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@DickieV @NDFootball Now do BYU.

[Daily Universe Sports @DailyUnivSports]

BYU fans make big donations to Arlington Charities ahead of Big 12 championship game

Story by @Samfos1er
https://t.co/MPlKzOpUdW

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@TheYNation_ So, different result with Retslaf?

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@BYUSportsNation I know you have been saying this is the first time BYU and our opponent are both ranked in the top ten. But I think in 1984 season, we played a top ten Air Force team. Y/N?

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@MsResJudicata Let's take Air traffic controllers out of the government. Can't airlines fund this with landing fees?

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@HowInvesting College QB's now are fast twitch and athletic. Much harder to get sacks against. However, they have relied on fast twitch reactions for so long, they think they can make every play. So they hold the ball too long. Then the pressure comes and they throw a mistake.