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Dear @netflix:
I have been a customer since you sent CDs.
If you stream this orc trash into my house I will cancel you instantly—and forever—and I will use my voice to get as many others to join me as possible.
You have been warned.
🚨 Missing Wheelchair
At the Scotland v Morocco game at @GilletteStadium Mary and John were in section 303 for wheelchair users.
John’s wheelchair was stowed for the game and unfortunately someone removed it from the storage area insisting he needed it for his father.
We can only presume he thought John's wheelchair belonged to the stadium.
If it was you, can you DM us to let us know where exactly you left it so it can be located and returned to John.
#TartanArmy
The Flight of Will
Two days ago, the hospital corridors saw me pass through, the shadow of a suspected thrombosis hanging over my steps. The diagnosis came in, ruling out that first danger only to reveal another. My body—this companion in battle that has stood on a single leg for so many years—is wearing out faster than time should allow. From carrying the weight of an entire life on a single support, from sports and a lifetime of action, my back is aging twice as fast. I thought I would face this price at forty or fifty. Not now. Not at my age.
It was a terrible blow, an invisible wall against which my momentum shattered for a moment. But you cannot stop the flow of a river that knows where it is going.
Today, I am already back at our positions. Standing on my one leg, leaning on my crutches, my body sustained by painkillers, and my mind locked on the front line. Soon will come the time for mandatory physical rehabilitation—those 15 days to repair what bent, so I can return even stronger to fight alongside my brothers-in-arms.
Every single one of your messages, every word of support is a breath of air that straightens me up when the burden becomes too heavy. Thank you for being my strength.
The Butterfly and the Rifle
I look at the horizon and my heart swells with immense pride. What a blessing, what an absolute honor it is to belong to the Marines, to serve in the air defense, to watch over the skies of my country alongside those I call my family. Through the crash of war and its absolute tragedies, how many times have I brushed against the void? How many times has death grazed my face without taking me away?
Here, pain has become a companion on the road, a faithful daily friend. But what is my physical suffering? What is this back that screams, compared to the immense grief striking my homeland? My pain is so small faced with the tragic losses that Ukraine suffers, faced with the blood of our heroes.
Look at this picture. In the middle of the dust of the trenches, the camouflage, and the metal, a tiny miracle landed on my fingers. A butterfly. So fragile, so light, and yet so alive. It is the symbol of our resilience. Even in the heart of chaos, beauty refuses to die.
I ask for no pity, because I am not broken. My gaze remains steady, turned toward hope, turned toward our Victory. The pain will pass, the crutches will fall, but our freedom will stand forever.
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