Greg Valent

Husband, Father of 3 Men, JFK Goaliners President, DBC founding member

[College Football Classics @ClassicsCFB]

Miami (OH) vs Bowling Green (2006)

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@b_lowery5150 @ohiowhiskey Totally correct, plus you have access to Indiana.

[Mr. Cleveland Sports @MrCleveland_216]

May 31, 1996: Happy Fernando Vina Day !⚾️

3️⃣0️⃣ yrs ago today…

Albert Belle makes up for 40+ years of the Tribe being MLB's punching bag in 1 play

Suffice it to say, Eddie Murray did NOT hit into a DP here !

#AB 💪👈

[Wilson Savage Lopez 🇺🇸🇵🇷 @willNYYanks]

Old School Mad Baseball.
Mad Hungarian & the Mad Dog.

[La Giornata Tipo @parallelecinico]

A sinistra, nel 2016, un ragazzo si trova in Nicaragua, è lì da due anni dopo aver abbandonato il basket e la famiglia per “portare la parola di Gesù Cristo” tra le persone più disagiate del paese. Una notte subisce una rapina e viene malmenato da quattro persone: gli serviranno sei mesi di cure dentistiche e due denti finti nuovi.

A destra, questa notte, c’è un ragazzo che ha trascinato Cleveland in finale di Conference dominando gara 7 contro Detroit, con 23 punti in 25 minuti in uscita dalla panchina. In bocca ha il paradenti perché, per esperienza, sa bene che i dentisti possono costare come un attico in centro storico a Milano.

Entrambi i ragazzi rispondono al nome di Sam Merrill.

[Jimmy’s Famous Seafood @JimmysSeafood]

On this holy Ascension Day, we celebrate Christ’s ascension into Heaven and the promise of eternal hope, peace, and salvation. 🙏

May God bless you and your families today and always. ❤️

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@fr_faulkner @wrdcsc

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@REFLOG18 @Browns I love this guy but did they really use the picture that makes him look like he stepped off the set of Sanford & Son?

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@McClellandShane Why start in Lisbon when you can start in Vienna?

[Kevin | Large Fam Dad @LargeFamDad]

My boss's boss is like 42, never married, no kids. Earns $275-300K per year. Goes on a minimum of two international vacations a year w/ his girlfriend. 10+ days, all out.

Eats the best food, stays in top notch accomodations. Excursions, tours, nicest beaches, etc.

Great guy, I'm happy for him.

But what I've realized is that without kids, you end up chasing a lifestyle that has to continually be topped in order for you to be satisfied and find happiness.

What he and others like him don't understand is that when you have children, seeing THEM experience life's most basic things and watching their eyes light up at all the "firsts", brings greater pleasure and joy than any vacation or travel experience ever could.

Seeing THEM try blueberries for the first time is greater than dining at the best 5 star restaurant in Europe.

Seeing THEM learn how to walk is greater than walking the Great Wall of China or strolling along the most picturesque beach.

Watching THEM giggle uncontrollably at "peek-a-boo" tops any A-list comedian act.

Seeing THEIR excitement when building a fort out of cardboard boxes and making a door big enough for daddy is superior to staying at 5-star resorts.

Flying kites with THEM far outweighs excursions like parasailing or helicopter rides.

Seeing THEM perform a recital on stage for the first time is more rewarding than watching a Broadway show or top notch symphony orchestra.

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When you have children, all of a sudden you realize that life's greatest joys are not in the pursuit of things or pleasure or travel, but rather in the LOVE and bond you share with your very own image bearers.

Seeing the beauty and magnificence and wonder of life all over again for the first time through THEIR eyes and expressions gives you something the world simply cannot offer, nor even come close.

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

In Brazil there is a tradition to give the first slice of your birthday cake to the person you love the most.This little boy gave his to his brother.

Watch the reaction

[The Disrespected Trucker @DisrespectedThe]

I watched this video 5x in a row. Each time it started the more in depth I was in thought. We need a lot more of this in our world. A lot more!!!!

[Canadian Catholic Aesthetics @CanCathAes]

Notre-Dame Basilica of Montreal (completed in 1865)

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@TaborJohn1 @SpeakerWelchIL @Baseball_Naz Remember Michael Jordan was a Wizards Legend! 😂 @REFLOG18

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@SpeakerWelchIL @Baseball_Naz White Sox legend??? It’s like saying Joe Montana is a Chiefs legend!

[Mambo Italiano @mamboitaliano__]

🚨 Florence, Italy 🇮🇹

The incredible centuries-old Easter Sunday tradition of the “Explosion of the Cart”

A ritual of fire, archbishops, crusades, doves, resurrection, and a good omen! ✨🕊️

[Greg Valent @JFKBluePride]

@iAnonPatriot Cowboy biathlon

[ArchaeoHistories @histories_arch]

In 1835, port of New Orleans, Irish families step off the gangway into swampland heat, carrying everything they own. Among them, a small girl named Margaret Gaffney clutches her father's hand. She is five years old. She does not yet know that within the year, both her parents will be dead.

Yellow fever moves through the immigrant quarters like wildfire through dry grass. Margaret's mother dies first. Her father follows days later. At six years old, she becomes a ward of Welsh neighbors who need extra hands more than they need another mouth to feed. There is no school. No tenderness. Just work. By nine, she is scrubbing laundry. By eleven, she is entirely on her own.

At twenty-one, she marries Charles Haughery. They have a daughter. For the first time since childhood, Margaret feels safe. Then yellow fever comes again. Her husband dies. Her baby dies. She is twenty-two, widowed, childless, illiterate, and alone in a city that considers Irish Catholics less than human.

Most people would have broken. Margaret borrowed forty dollars, bought two cows, and started selling milk. She walked the French Quarter before sunrise, knocking on doors, undercutting prices, outworking everyone. People mocked her. A poor Irish widow with a milk cart was not supposed to become anything. Within a year, she paid back the loan. Within five, she owned the largest dairy in the city.

Then she met the nuns at the orphanage. They were trying to feed children no one else wanted. Margaret saw herself in every face. She gave them all her milk, every day, and refused payment. She told them she remembered what hunger felt like. She remembered being six and abandoned.

In 1858, she sold the dairy and bought a bakery she had no idea how to run. She could not read recipes. She learned by feel, by repetition, by refusing to fail. Within a year, her bread was everywhere. She standardized loaves, mechanized production, and fed a city that once looked through her like she was invisible.

When yellow fever returned, she nursed the dying. During the Civil War, she fed Union soldiers and Confederate families without asking which side they supported. She became one of the wealthiest women in America and gave away over six hundred thousand dollars. She never learned to write her name. She signed every document with an X.

When Margaret Haughery died in 1882, New Orleans erected the first statue ever dedicated to a woman in the city. At the base, they carved an X. The mark of someone who could not write, but who rewrote what mercy looked like.

Margaret lived so simply that many people did not realize she was wealthy. She wore plain dresses, lived in modest rooms, and walked to work every day. Visitors to her bakery often mistook her for a cleaning woman. She preferred it that way. She believed attention should go to the work, not the person doing it.

The statue erected in her honor still stands in Margaret Place in New Orleans. It depicts her sitting with a child on her lap and another at her side. The inscription reads simply, "Margaret." For decades, locals called her "the Bread Woman of New Orleans." Children she helped grew up, had children of their own, and told them about the woman who made sure no one went hungry.

Margaret's bakery became so successful that during the Civil War, Union officers tried to seize it for military use. She reportedly walked into the commanding officer's tent and told him that if he took her bakery, the orphans would starve. He let her keep it. Another detail: she was known to test her bread by touch alone, never needing to read temperatures or measurements. Workers said she could tell if dough was ready just by pressing it with her thumb.

📷 : Portrait of Margaret Haughery, 1842, by Jacques Amans.

© Daughters of Time

#archaeohistories

[New York Post @nypost]

Thousands of residents in Ohio and parts of Pennsylvania reported hearing a loud boom, which NASA confirmed was caused by a meteor entering Earth’s atmosphere. Dashcam footage shows a bright fireball streaking across the sky during the morning commute.