Nectarine farmer in California is giving away his entire 125,000 lbs of ripe nectarines to the public for free
He says Big Agriculture in California has made it impossible for him to harvest and sell his nectarines
You can go pick for free from June 29–July 3, at 21500 E. Parlier, Reedley, California. 7am-10am
What’s happening is a handful of large marketers and packers dominate, they are squeezing independent growers
Direct-to-retail attempts often get countered aggressively. The big companies severely undercut farmers like this to drive them out of business
This is happening in the middle of Kentucky’s devastating floods, this dad didn’t just save himself—he waded through dangerous rising waters to lead four donkeys to safety. 🐴💪
No fancy gear, no spotlight… just a man helping animals, refusing to leave them behind. True grit, real heart, and the kind of quiet heroism we need more of. ❤️
Kentucky strong. Prayers for everyone affected by the floods. 🙏
Rockdale County resident who’s a sound engineering graduate shares shocking information on Data Centers
Data centers produce continuous low-frequency noise at <20 Hz, which is below normal human hearing. It’s comes from their mechanical cooling systems, power generators and more. It is extremely difficult to block and it travels through solid objects including walls, floors, even the ground
This continuous frequency causes permanent hearing damage, vestibular (balance) issues, elevated cortisol levels, stress, chronic fatigue, headaches, sleep disturbances, cardiovascular and respiratory problems, vibroacoustic disease that is thickening of heart structures and severe physical and psychological distress
The county is already facing a high mental health crisis and now these data centers will add to it with this low content frequency that no one can hear
This is extremely dangerous and something that is definitely going to impact the country nationally
Combat vet pouring his heart into handmade American flags like this? 🇺🇸
Dude’s been through hell, rocking the scars, and still out here building beauty for the country he fought for. Respect.
Would you buy one?
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
NO SCOTLAND NO PARTY 🏴
The Tartan Army showed up and showed out for the @redsox game at Fenway last night!
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The World Cup absolutely mogs every other sporting event. It’s what the Olympics wishes it was X100.
You’ve got Europeans road-tripping across America and having their minds blown by Buc-ee’s and Bass Pro Shops. You’ve got a small Kansas town falling in love with an Algerian club that chose Kansas City as their homebase. You’ve got South Korea training in Utah to prepare for the altitude in Guadalajara.
For one month, the whole world forgets we’re supposed to hate each other over differences that barely matter. It’s the closest thing we have to world peace.
USA. A diner. The waitress asked me how I want my eggs, and my mind went completely blank.
"How do you want your eggs, hon?"
Want. How do I WANT them. No one has ever asked me this. In my land, the egg arrives as the cook decrees, and you thank the egg, the cook, and your ancestors, in that order.
"Scrambled? Over easy? Sunny side up?" she offered, gently, the way one talks a man down from a roof.
The terms did not help. Over easy — over WHAT, easily? Easy for whom? Sunny side up — these people have named an egg after the dawn. Who does that. I needed time.
I have chosen battlefields faster than I chose those eggs.
She refilled my coffee and said she'd come back. It was the second refill. I had been deciding for nine minutes.
The man on the next stool leaned over. "Just say over easy, man. You can't go wrong."
"And if I CAN go wrong?"
"...it's eggs, buddy."
It's eggs. Eight hundred years of my family training itself to want nothing, and this man dismissed all of it with a fork in his hand. He was right. I will never tell him.
"Sunny side up," I declared, with the weight of a man choosing a path for life. "I will face the sun."
"You got it, hon."
The eggs came. Two small suns on a white plate, looking up at me. Golden. Ridiculous. Exactly what I wanted.
So THAT is what wanting feels like. I had to cross an ocean and hold up a breakfast line to learn it.
The man on the next stool got his check and left. "Good choice," he said.
I have never been more proud of anything.
A man does not ask the eggs to be simple. He only becomes a man who knows what he wants.
Tomorrow: over easy. I am almost ready.
🔥🙏 CoinciGOD: When sincere divine connection is tangible.
Have you ever had a thought or whispered prayer to God—and He answered? 🙌
👀 “Drop your most UNHINGED ‘God, are You there? Give me a sign’ moment in the replies.”
Here are some powerful, encouraging real examples. Watch till the end! Do you have one to share? 👇