@MickeyDangerez The Negative Nellies will always voice their opinions! Nothing is perfect. There will always be challenges in life. You are documenting reality. I pray that the positives will outweigh the negatives for you. The beauty of living in the US is you can always move! Bless you ❤️
"Their owner passed away alone in his apartment. Nobody found him for three days. The dogs waited the whole time." When animal control finally arrived, Max and Buddy were sitting by the front door. Not destructive. Not panicked. Just sitting. Waiting. Doing what he had always taught them to do. They came to our shelter with nothing. No records. No vet history. No family contact. Just each other. And one old tennis ball that somebody thought to grab on the way out. That was eleven days ago. Every morning they sit at the kennel door and wait. Every time they hear footsteps they both stand up. Every time those footsteps pass — they go back and lie down together. They don't know he's not coming. They just know he always came back before. Max is 6. Buddy is 5. Both healthy. Both gentle. Both heartbreakingly good dogs. Neither one will do well separated. They have never spent a night apart. They were somebody's whole world. Now they need somebody to be theirs. If you are in the USA and you have room in your home and your heart — please share this until it reaches the right person. They've already waited long enough. Drop a ❤️ for Max and Buddy. And please — SHARE. One share could be everything.
Walker Jenkins jumped into action and carried a young fan off the field who needed assistance. Just like a literal superhero.
Clip posted on Reddit: u/puzzleheaded-way6155
#MNTwins | #MLB
The vote that would create the United States was deadlocked, and the man who could break the tie was eighty miles away, dying of cancer, on the wrong side of a thunderstorm.
His name was Caesar Rodney. On the first of July 1776, while Congress argued itself toward independence in Philadelphia, he was stuck back in Delaware. He was tamping down Loyalist trouble, in constant pain from the cancer eating at his face and fighting for breath due to his asthma.
Then the letter came. Delaware's two delegates in Congress were split. One for independence, one against. Without a tiebreaker, the colonies would not stand united. And a divided front was exactly what the Crown was counting on.
He did not hesitate. He climbed onto his horse near midnight and rode straight into the storm. Lightning split the sky. The roads turned to sludge. A journey that normally took two days but he made it in eighteen hours. He stopped only to change horses, soaked with every mile.
He reached Independence Hall on the morning of July 2 just as the vote was called, still in his boots and spurs. Caked in mud. Thomas McKean never forgot the sight of him standing in the doorway.
Rodney walked in and cast his vote for independence. It broke Delaware's tie, and with that, not a single colony stood against the break from Britain.
On this day, 250 years ago, a dying man rode all night through a storm so America could be born.
America 250 🇺🇸
Thomas Paine publishes an open letter in the Pennsylvania Evening Post, under the name “Republicus,” which advocates for the name “United States of America” for the new nation now emerging.
This is the first time such a term has been used.
On this day in 1775, about a thousand farmers walked onto a hill in the dark, picked up shovels, and committed one of the most audacious acts of the entire Revolution before a single shot was fired.
The siege of Boston had become a waiting game. Both sides knew that whoever seized the high ground around the city would control it, and the Americans got word the British were about to grab the Charlestown peninsula. So on the night of June 16, Colonel William Prescott led roughly 1,200 men out onto that peninsula with orders to fortify Bunker Hill.
Then came the decision that historians still debate two and a half centuries later. Instead of digging in on Bunker Hill as ordered, the officers pushed forward to Breed's Hill, lower and far more exposed, sitting almost in the face of the British army and the guns of the Royal Navy in the harbor below. It was either a navigational mistake or a deliberate dare. Either way, it was breathtakingly bold.
What followed was a feat of nerve. Through the entire night these amateurs dug in near total silence, terrified that the sound of pick striking earth would carry across the water and bring down a bombardment before they finished. They threw up an earthen redoubt roughly 130 feet on each side, working without rest, hour after hour in the dark.
When dawn broke on June 17, British officers raised their telescopes and were stunned. Overnight, the rebels they had dismissed as a disorganized rabble had built a fort staring directly down at the king's army. A British admiral's ships opened fire almost immediately.
Hours later that ground became the bloodiest killing field the British would face in the whole war. But the legend was already born in the dark, in the dirt, on the night of June 16, when a thousand farmers decided to dig.
We’ve learnt some bad news that Donny Strathie passed away in Boston on Sunday. He had a ticket for the Morocco game, but never got the chance to realize his World Cup dream.
It would mean a lot to his family if we could organise a minutes applause in the 76th minute of the Morocco game.
#TartanArmy #TartanArmyTribute #RIPDonny
@EthansAnalyst My water heater started leaking this past Thursday. Called for plumber. Recommended replacement. I will miss the old gal. Installed in 1997. 85 glorious gallons. Never ran short of hot water. How to say goodbye to an appliance who served so long and so well with nary a repair?
“The flag was still there.”
Long before it flew at ballgames and front porches across America, the flag flying over Fort McHenry National Monument and Historic Shrine became a symbol of survival during the War of 1812.
After enduring hours of British bombardment, the fort’s enormous flag remained standing at sunrise, inspiring “The Star-Spangled Banner.”
This Flag Day, we honor the history, sacrifice, and stories behind the stars and stripes. 🇺🇸
Photo of the Great Garrison Flag by NPS
Six years after moving to the country, she never imagined the sentences that would come out of her mouth on a random Tuesday. “Why are there hoof prints in the house?” “Hurry the Chicken battle dance is starting!” “Honey, the goat’s on the farm equipment … again.”
What started as a peaceful hobby farm dream quickly turned into the most beautifully chaotic adventure.
Turns out country life has a way of rewriting your vocabulary—one hilarious, never-saw-that-coming moment at a time. 😂