Jose Altuve is the ONLY player in MLB history to have 3 go-ahead postseason home runs in the 9th inning or later.
Each time, the Astros won that game.
-Game 2 2017 World Series
-Game 6 2019 ALCS
-Game 5 2023 ALCS
@JeremyBranham I read it as this not being something that should be a season long or lingering injury, and they will reevaluate in at least three weeks before putting a timeline on his return.
This is a really astonishing claim:
Students in Mississippi & Louisiana score higher on reading tests than students in California & New York despite spending way less money per pupil and having higher child poverty rates.
Decided to double check the data because, if true, this should be alarming for blue state leaders.
And yup, it checks out.
Reading performance (NAEP 2024, Grade 4 reading, average scale score):
Mississippi: 219
Louisiana: 216
New York: 215
California: 212
Child poverty (SAIPE; “estimated percent of people age 0–17 in poverty,” 2023):
Louisiana: 25.2%
Mississippi: 24.3%
New York: 18.6%
California: 15.0%
Per-pupil spending (public K–12 “current expenditures per pupil,” FY2023, inflation-adjusted to FY2023 dollars)
New York: $29,588
California: $18,568
Louisiana: $14,822
Mississippi: $12,238
It should be unacceptable to spend that much more taxpayer money while delivering worse results for students.
I don’t follow hockey, but this had me tearing up. They brought their teammate’s (who was killed by a drunk driver) kids out onto the ice with their dad’s jersey to celebrate the moment. 🥹
Mamdani is now begging New Yorkers to sign up to shovel snow after mountains of snow and garbage were left on the streets for weeks.
He asks people to register online to shovel snow which requires ID
ID to shovel snow but no ID to vote. You can’t make this up.
The hardware store closes at 6 p.m.. It's 5:58 when the kid walks in. The kid can't be more than sixteen. Soaking wet from the rain. Shaking...
"We're closing." Tom says.
"Please. I just need a lock. For a door."
Something in the kid's voice. Terror. Desperation.
"What kind of lock?"
"I don't know. Just one that keeps people out."
The kid's got a black eye. Fresh. The kind that's still swelling.
Tom doesn't ask. Just walks to aisle seven. Shows him the locks. The kid reaches for the cheapest one, $8.99.
"That one's garbage," Tom says. "Won't stop anyone determined."
He hands him a deadbolt. Heavy duty. $34.99.
The kid's face crumbles. "I only have twelve dollars."
They stand there. Store empty except for them.
Tom takes the deadbolt to the register. Rings it up. "Twelve dollars."
"But,"
"Sale price. Today only."
The kid knows there's no sale. Knows this old man is lying. Tries not to cry and fails.
Tom bags it. Adds a screwdriver. Free.
"You know how to install it?"
The kid shakes his head.
They drive in Tom's truck. Don't talk. The kid directs him to a rundown duplex on the east side. Upstairs apartment. Door frame cracked. Old lock broken, hanging loose.
Tom installs the deadbolt. Takes him fifteen minutes. Tests it. Solid.
Hands the kid both keys.
"Someone tries to get in, you call 911. You hear me?"
The kid nods.
Tom's halfway to his truck when he hears it, "Why?"
He turns around. The kid's standing in the doorway, backlit, holding those keys like they're made of gold.
"Why did you help me?"
Tom thinks about his own son. Twenty years ago. Different city. Same desperate eyes. Didn't make it.
"Because you asked," Tom says simply.
He drives home. Doesn't tell his wife. Doesn't think much about it.
Three weeks pass.
A woman comes into the store. Tired eyes but smiling. "Are you Tom?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"My son told me about you. The lock you sold him." She's crying now. "His father, my ex-husband, he's not a good man. That lock kept us safe until I could get the restraining order. Until we could breathe."
She hands Tom an envelope. "It's not much. But it's the thirty dollars we owed you, plus a little more."
Tom tries to refuse. She won't let him.
"You didn't just sell him a lock," she says. "You saw him. You saw us. When we were invisible."
After she leaves, Tom opens the envelope. Sixty dollars. And a note from the kid:
"Installed three more locks for neighbors who needed them. Taught myself how. Going to trade school next year. Maybe I'll work in a hardware store someday. Be someone like you. -Marcus"
Tom's manager notices him crying by the register.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Tom says. "Just... yeah."
That night, Tom stays two minutes past closing. Then five. Then ten.
Just in case someone walks in at 5:58 p.m. Soaking wet. Desperate. Needing more than just a lock.
Tom learned something.
The last customer of the day may be the most important one you ever serve.
This was so perfect to start the day!! 🧘🏼♀️ Every word is exactly how I feel about my life NOW. Thank you so much 🧎➡️
The love is deep within the chaous of life. You just have to get to the other side to see it all happened how it was suppose to happen when it was supposed to