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Dan ⚽️- 🇯🇲 🇦🇷 @Spentacular_Dan

almost 4 years ago

Argentina is gonna win world cup! Messi will have the most goals for the tournament as well! 🤙🏾

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Spentacular_Dan retweeted

Leon Bailey ✞

@leonbailey

4 months ago

Europa League Winner ! 🥇🏆 Jamaica On The Worlds Biggest Stage ! 🇯🇲🇯🇲 #History

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Spentacular_Dan retweeted

✞ @BaileyFC

4 months ago

Leon Bailey becomes the first Jamaican to win the UEFA Europa League 🏆 History made. From Kingston to European glory. 🇯🇲❤️

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Spentacular_Dan retweeted

dead @_xnes

6 months ago

feloni19 deh pon a blutclaat piece a run deh

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Who to follow

🅿️🅰️🆔

@Uncle_Sxm

SD Trucking & Towing LTD

Mika 🦋

@islandmelanin

I’m a dime plus 99 💎💅🏽

Nee-COLE

@cole_wrl

Spentacular_Dan retweeted

Courtney-Ann Sells Real Estate✨ @courtneyannw

8 months ago

20 route from Pricesmart to Ascot is a MESS Why am I paying vehicle fitness and the roads are unfit ?

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Dr. Proud Yardman @ChrisPinnock1

8 months ago

Mission accomplished. And my heart is full. Today, we visited Constable Hunter at his place of work and presented him with his gift. Seeing him again was everything. We hugged. We laughed. We chatted. It felt familiar, warm, and deeply human. But this story began on one of the most frightening days my family has ever experienced. My grandmother, who is over 100 years old, had a serious fall. She was bleeding badly. There was no time to waste. I placed her in the back of my car and headed toward the hospital, praying traffic would not slow us down. As I travelled through Constant Spring, I noticed a policeman on a motorcycle carrying out traffic duties. I urgently signalled to him. The moment he looked into the back of my car and saw my grandmother, he immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. I asked him for help. Without hesitation. Without questions. Without pause. He stepped in. What followed felt like something out of a movie. He escorted me through traffic from Constant Spring all the way to Andrews Memorial Hospital. You truly had to be there to see it. He stopped vehicles, waved cars aside, directed traffic with authority, all while expertly balancing on his motorcycle and giving instructions as he rode. At one point, I honestly felt like the Prime Minister being escorted through traffic — except I was just a regular Jamaican trying to get my grandmother to the hospital in time. His control of the bike, his calmness, and his determination were remarkable. In a moment filled with panic and fear, his presence was grounding. Because of his actions, my grandmother reached the hospital in record time. She has since had surgery. She is now resting at home, stable, recovering, and surrounded by family. For that, we are deeply grateful — to the medical team, yes — but especially to the policeman whose name I did not know at the time. I shared the story publicly, hoping somehow I could find him. Then something extraordinary happened. A woman called me. She told me that she too is a squaddie. She said she had seen the post and, based on the description alone, she was certain it was her colleague. Then she said something that stopped me in my tracks: she felt impressed by the Holy Spirit that it was indeed her squaddie. She shared the post in her internal group. And then it happened. The squaddie responded. He said it was him. He explained that the moment he saw my 100-year-old grandmother bleeding, he knew immediately that he had to help. There was no hesitation. He saw vulnerability. He saw an emergency. And he did exactly what the Jamaica Constabulary Force says it stands for: to serve and protect. The call became a three-way. The moment I heard his voice, there was no doubt. Calm. Grounded. The same steady presence from that terrifying morning. We laughed. I told him I almost got everything right in my description — except his weight. I said 190, but he is closer to 230. He laughed and joked about my driving, reminding me that I am indeed a very slow driver. Beneath the laughter, the gratitude sat heavy and sincere. I told him plainly, “Can you imagine if you were not there that day?” True to character, his response was simple and humble. “I was just doing my job.” Today, we closed the loop. We showed up. We said thank you. We honoured him — not just for riding a motorcycle through traffic, but for recognising an emergency, for acting without hesitation, and for reminding us that humanity still exists in uniform. Thank you to the fellow squaddie who listened. Thank you to the High Command for allowing this story to be shared and for permitting the posting of this photograph. Thank you to Jamaica for liking and sharing the post. Let us continue this trend. When the police do well, let us show up for them — because we are often quick to criticise when they do wrong. Constable Hunter served. He protected. And my family will never forget it. What a beautiful way to start 2026. ...

ChrisPinnock1's tweet photo. Mission accomplished. And my heart is full.

Today, we visited Constable Hunter at his place of work and presented him with his gift. Seeing him again was everything. We hugged. We laughed. We chatted. It felt familiar, warm, and deeply human.

But this story began on one of the most frightening days my family has ever experienced.

My grandmother, who is over 100 years old, had a serious fall. She was bleeding badly. There was no time to waste. I placed her in the back of my car and headed toward the hospital, praying traffic would not slow us down.

As I travelled through Constant Spring, I noticed a policeman on a motorcycle carrying out traffic duties. I urgently signalled to him. The moment he looked into the back of my car and saw my grandmother, he immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

I asked him for help.

Without hesitation.
Without questions.
Without pause.

He stepped in.

What followed felt like something out of a movie. He escorted me through traffic from Constant Spring all the way to Andrews Memorial Hospital. You truly had to be there to see it. He stopped vehicles, waved cars aside, directed traffic with authority, all while expertly balancing on his motorcycle and giving instructions as he rode.

At one point, I honestly felt like the Prime Minister being escorted through traffic — except I was just a regular Jamaican trying to get my grandmother to the hospital in time.

His control of the bike, his calmness, and his determination were remarkable. In a moment filled with panic and fear, his presence was grounding. Because of his actions, my grandmother reached the hospital in record time.

She has since had surgery. She is now resting at home, stable, recovering, and surrounded by family. For that, we are deeply grateful — to the medical team, yes — but especially to the policeman whose name I did not know at the time.

I shared the story publicly, hoping somehow I could find him.

Then something extraordinary happened.

A woman called me. She told me that she too is a squaddie. She said she had seen the post and, based on the description alone, she was certain it was her colleague. Then she said something that stopped me in my tracks: she felt impressed by the Holy Spirit that it was indeed her squaddie.

She shared the post in her internal group.

And then it happened.

The squaddie responded.

He said it was him.

He explained that the moment he saw my 100-year-old grandmother bleeding, he knew immediately that he had to help. There was no hesitation. He saw vulnerability. He saw an emergency. And he did exactly what the Jamaica Constabulary Force says it stands for: to serve and protect.

The call became a three-way. The moment I heard his voice, there was no doubt. Calm. Grounded. The same steady presence from that terrifying morning.

We laughed. I told him I almost got everything right in my description — except his weight. I said 190, but he is closer to 230. He laughed and joked about my driving, reminding me that I am indeed a very slow driver. Beneath the laughter, the gratitude sat heavy and sincere.

I told him plainly, “Can you imagine if you were not there that day?”

True to character, his response was simple and humble.

“I was just doing my job.”

Today, we closed the loop.

We showed up. We said thank you. We honoured him — not just for riding a motorcycle through traffic, but for recognising an emergency, for acting without hesitation, and for reminding us that humanity still exists in uniform.

Thank you to the fellow squaddie who listened.
Thank you to the High Command for allowing this story to be shared and for permitting the posting of this photograph.
Thank you to Jamaica for liking and sharing the post.
Let us continue this trend. When the police do well, let us show up for them — because we are often quick to criticise when they do wrong.

Constable Hunter served. He protected. And my family will never forget it.

What a beautiful way to start 2026.

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Spentacular_Dan retweeted

Uncle.

@uncle876

11 months ago

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGELLLLL. donate today to help the hurricane stricken people in jamaica, one cent can save a life. IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL.

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Spentacular_Dan retweeted

Jamaica Constabulary Force

@JamaicaConstab

11 months ago

🚨Save & Repost! #AForce4Good # HurricaneWatch

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Dan ⚽️- 🇯🇲 🇦🇷 @Spentacular_Dan

11 months ago

Mi cyah believe we diss Marc Ter Stegen fi Szczęsny.

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Bloomberg

@business

about 1 year ago

Jamaican Prime Minister Andrew Holness wins a rare third term as voters reward his administration for bringing down debt, unemployment and crime https://t.co/KvDWrNuBWN

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