Your heart should breaking as you read this. Because you all need to realize something about Usha Vance Karoline Leavitt Jennifer Hegseth and Jeanette Rubio These four women right now are each carrying something that most people will never fully understand. Usha Vance pregnant with her fourth child baby boy coming in July and JD chose no formal leave. She is home. Alone. Counting the days. While her husband carries America. Karoline Leavitt who stood at the most powerful podium in America for 39 weeks pregnant never missed a single day. Came back to work four days after having baby Niko. And today holds baby Vivi knowing another briefing is always just around the corner. Jennifer Hegseth who holds seven children together every single time Pete boards that plane. Every deployment. Every trip. Every morning the kids ask where dad is. She answers. Alone. And Jeanette Rubio who has watched her husband cross three continents in one week away from her away from their children for a country that may never fully know her name.
Four women. Four completely different sacrifices. One identical truth. They never asked America to see them. They never posted about what it costs. They never once made it about themselves. They just held everything together. Quietly. Completely. So their husbands could hold America. And today we just need every American to stop for one moment. And say something these four women have waited too long to hear. Thank you. Not for your husbands. For you. For everything you carry that nobody films.
God cover Usha. Cover Karoline. Cover Jennifer. Cover Jeanette. And remind every one of them America sees you. Even on the days it forgets to say it. Make sure to repost this today. Because these women deserve to be seen.
@jimgeeting Thanks. It happened 25 years ago, before I went into Law enforcement. I had EMT training and was the first one on scene, before any first responders. Just a sad memory now and then…
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@Arkypatriot@LisaFox78 It’s not the name of the town, just the section I used to live in: Hogwaller So named because of an old livestock yard there. Some of the porkers would break free and roam the streets until the cops came and rounded them up. True story!
A child, flushed from battle with summer heat, offered me his elixir, fresh from a green serpent coiled in the grass. This, it seemed, was the sacred chalice of American youth.
It was 96 degrees. Dale's grandchildren had run through a sprinkler for an hour, the sprinkler itself a marvel, water flung skyward purely for joy. Then the oldest boy picked up the hose, drank deeply, wiped his mouth, and held it out to me.
"It's good," he said. "Tastes like outside."
In my land, water is served in a glass, at a table, with both hands if the guest is honored. The water before me had traveled through a sun-warmed rubber serpent lying in the grass since May.
Dale, from his folding chair: "Let it run a second first. Gets hot in the line."
This was the ENTIRE safety briefing. Generations of American children were raised on this water. They emerge healthy, loud, and nostalgic. Every adult on this street, when asked, smiled the same smile and said the same sentence: best water I ever had.
I drank.
I must report honestly. It tasted of warm rubber, then of cold metal, then of something I can only call July. It was not clean. It was PERFECT. The two are apparently unrelated.
The boy nodded at me, one veteran to a recruit. "Told you."
I drank again. Somewhere, my ancestors, who boiled their water, who built an entire ceremony around tea, turned to watch. I do not believe they were disappointed. I believe they were thirsty.
Sue says children today drink from labeled bottles, and the hose tradition is fading. She says it the way one reports a shrine falling into disuse. I understand my duty now.
The hose does not promise pure water. It promises summer, and keeps the promise whole.
There is a hose at my house. The neighborhood children know they may drink from it, after letting it run a second first.
The line, like the duty, must stay cold.
I have a ten year old Doberman named Drago. Over the past decade I’ve bought him every toy you can buy. None of them lasted a day. He ripped them all to shreds.
A week ago I was at Target and saw a stuffed lamb (might be a sheep I have no idea) for sale. Bought it for Drago, expected it to last ten minutes.
I’m not sure if he thinks it’s his kid or what but he has not only not destroyed it, he brings it everywhere. When he eats, he brings it to his bowl. When he goes outside, he takes it. I’m fairly certain that if I tried to take it from him he would kill me. 😂
@Arkypatriot@StilettoRadio Funny thing was, I didn’t really feel bad but was talking to my brother in another state on the phone and he recognized something was wrong, by my unusual speech pattern, and told me I needed to get to the ER.
@StilettoRadio@Arkypatriot Not feeling well, I called my grandson to see if he could drive me to the ER. He was not available on the phone so I decided to drive myself, when he called back immediately, told me to get off the road! I did, called 911, EMS responded. It was a stroke. 😳