@GuntherEagleman Maybe the WNBA has always been like this except now people are watching the games so it’s being exposed. Bullies are getting called out.
Today, while out for a stroll, we came across a memorial.
The three of us stopped.
For a few moments, all we could do was stand there in silence, taking in the name, the sacrifice, and the weight of what that place represented.
As we walked away, I couldn't stop thinking about our own journey.
Just months ago, we were searching for safety, hoping for a place where our family could live without fear. Today, we are blessed to call America home.
And in that quiet moment, something became incredibly clear to me.
The freedom my family enjoys today didn't happen by accident.
It was purchased.
Purchased by brave men and women who were willing to give everything, even their very lives, so that this nation could remain free. Many never came home. Many families paid the ultimate price so families like mine could have a future.
I'm a newcomer to America, but today my heart understood something words can barely describe.
If it weren't for those heroes, there may never have been a free America for my family to find refuge in.
To every soldier, sailor, airman, Marine, Guardian, Coast Guardsman, first responder, and every veteran, especially those whose names have been forgotten by history but never by God...
Thank you. 🙏🏻
Thank you for your courage.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
Thank you for giving families you'll never meet the chance to live in peace and freedom.
My family will never take that gift for granted.
America isn't just a place on a map to us.
It's hope.
It's safety.
It's a second chance.
And every time I see the Stars and Stripes, I'll remember that it flies because someone was willing to stand between evil and freedom.
May we never forget those who gave their tomorrow so that the rest of us could have ours.
Thank You 🙏🏻
🇺🇸 God bless every American hero, and God bless the United States of America.
P.S. This post is written with nothing but gratitude and respect. Anyone who chooses to disrespect these heroes or their sacrifice will be blocked immediately, without discussion.
On the morning of September 19, 1961, 53 people were inside the YWCA in downtown Terre Haute, Indiana. Most had no idea that an explosive device had been placed near the building’s boiler room. Carl Ross did.
Ross was a Black custodian, a former coal miner, a husband and father who had worked at the YWCA for about three years. That morning, after discovering the bomb, he could have simply run. Instead, he moved through the building warning the occupants to get out. Contemporary newspaper reporting described 51 young women fleeing some without shoes as Ross tried to remove the explosive device from the building.
He almost made it.
Ross was only a few feet from a side exit when the bomb exploded.
The blast killed him. Windows shattered. Plaster was torn from walls and the stairwell was heavily damaged. But the people Ross had warned escaped without physical injury. Investigators at the time believed the explosion could have caused far greater destruction had the bomb detonated where it had been placed near the basement boiler.
Police investigated. The FBI examined fragments of the explosive. But investigators never determined who planted the bomb, and no one was ever charged with Carl Ross’s death. Decades later, the case remained unsolved.
For generations, Ross’s sacrifice received remarkably little public recognition outside his family and community.
Then, 65 years later, something changed.
In 2026, Carl Ross was selected for a Black History Month banner in Terre Haute. The attention helped revive public awareness of his story. The Terre Haute City Council subsequently voted to designate part of North Seventh Street in his honor, and in July 2026, Carl Ross Memorial Way was formally dedicated.
Think about that.
A Black custodian whose work might ordinarily have gone unnoticed walked into danger when everyone else needed to get out. Fifty-three people survived. He didn’t.
And 65 years later, the city where he died finally placed his name on the street.
Carl Ross didn’t need a uniform, title or fame to become a hero.
When the moment came, he simply chose other people’s lives alongside his own safety and paid the ultimate price.
His name was Carl Ross. Remember it.
@WellsJorda89710 These hustlers hit Nolan Wells mother at her weakest and most vulnerable. They should be ashamed of themselves and will disappear once they get any money they can.