Sylvia Adler

[Saint Adaugoijele ✝️ @JustAdaugoijele]

Blessed is the crisis that made you grow, the fall that made you look to heaven, and the problem that made you look for God."
Padre Pio

[Bad Hombre @Badhombre]

In 2023 Karine Jean-Pierre revoked African journalist Simon Ateba’s press pass because she considered his questions “disruptive.”

After suing he was told he could stand in the back of the briefing room, and was never called on despite being the only African journalist.

None of these legacy propaganda outlets put out a statement in support of his first amendment rights or boycotted Biden in solidarity.

[Jan 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @RosaryMum]

“If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness”

St. Therese of Lisieux

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

In any graveyard ever dug, you can sort the rich from the poor without reading a headstone.

You measure the thigh bones.

Hunters in Greece and Turkey at the end of the Ice Age averaged 5ft 9.

Their farming descendants, living on grain, averaged 5ft 3.

Mycenae, 1500 BC.

The royal skeletons stand 2 to 3 inches taller than the commoners buried outside, with one bad tooth for every six of theirs.

England, 1800.

Boys of 14 from the London slums stood almost 9 inches shorter than boys of 14 at Sandhurst.

America, 1776.

The farm boys of the Continental Army stood 2 to 3 inches taller than the redcoats.

Same stock, one generation apart, and a continent full of meat.

The Netherlands, 1850.

Among the shortest men in Europe.

Then came 150 years of the highest dairy intake on earth, and they are now the tallest people on the planet.

Korea, today.

Same people, same genes, one border.

Men in the North stand up to 3 inches shorter than men in the South.

Height is the one health record nobody can lose, flatter or fake.

It is animal protein and fat in childhood, written in bone.

Every ruling class in history made sure its own children got it.

Your grandchildren are now being advised to eat less meat, for their health.

In 500 years somebody will dig up this century and know exactly who took the advice.

[The Eagle flies free @Fa21519230]

🚨🚨 Robert F Kennedy Jr desayuna con un bistec, un gran tazón de yogur de pastoreo cubierto con crema, y un generoso acompañamiento de chucrut o kimchi...
Cero carbohidratos. Carnívoro estricto más solo fermentados. Ha estado comiendo así durante unos 250 días...
Sufrió fibrilación auricular todos los días durante cuatro meses. Un médico militar revisó su resonancia magnética y vio grasa visceral cubriendo su corazón, hígado y órganos y advirtió que las cosas empeorarían...
Después de solo 30 días en la dieta, una resonancia magnética de seguimiento mostró un 40% menos de grasa visceral...Perdió 20 libras de esa grasa oculta, luego recuperó todo como músculo. La fibrilación auricular diaria desapareció por completo sin latidos omitidos desde entonces...

[✨ Bee ✨ 🐝🌿 @BeeAwake1]

A mother and her three young children were trapped inside an upside-down SUV that was filling with water in a Florida canal.

One of the little boys was banging on the door, screaming that his mom’s head was underwater.

That’s when Casey Curtis heard the cries and ran toward the canal. He reached the submerged SUV and started pulling the children out one by one, getting all three to safety.

But their mother was still inside.

Casey went back to the vehicle and found her unconscious, still buckled into her seat with her head underwater. He lifted her face above the water, realized she wasn’t breathing and gave her a breath right there in the canal.

She started breathing again.

The mother spent several days in intensive care, but she survived. All three of her children survived too.

Those kids watched a stranger pull them from a sinking SUV, then turn around and go back into the water for their mom when she couldn’t save herself. Casey Curtis is the kind of person people should know about.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

March 13, 2011. 10 miles out in the freezing Pacific Ocean.

A 60-year-old Japanese man was floating on a piece of his destroyed roof.
His wife had been ripped from his hands by the tsunami.
No food. No drinking water. Freezing sea spray.
Waiting to die in absolute silence.

Then, a roar shattered the sky.

A US Navy Seahawk helicopter hunting for survivors.
The crew spotted a tiny scrap of red cloth waving against the waves.

Without hesitating, a young American rescue swimmer leapt into the icy ocean.
He swam through debris, locked his arms around the freezing man, and signaled the cable hoist.

Inside the cabin, the giant American sailor wrapped the trembling stranger against his chest:
"You made it, buddy. You're alive."

No radar on earth found that man.
Pure American eagle eyes and relentless devotion did. 🇺🇸🚁🇯🇵

[Justine Bateman @JustineBateman]

When you say you “feel pressure to change your face.” From whom? @FACE_the_book

[purr.in.ink @purrinink]

🐈‍⬛🤍..

[Sylvia Adler @SwissMiss143]

@RosaryMum Oh, I love her. 🙏🏼💖

[Jan 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 @RosaryMum]

Today we celebrate the feast day of St. Hildegard of Bingen, Doctor of the Church.

[Sylvia Adler @SwissMiss143]

@dazznposh @Twig4040 @viraltrends01 This is so horrific all the way around. 😞

[Sylvia Adler @SwissMiss143]

@Twig4040 @viraltrends01 How do you know her husband didn’t leave it out?

[Sama Hoole @SamaHoole]

5 years on a statin buys you 3.2 days.

That is the median. Measured across the trials, in the journal, by people who wanted a bigger number.

5 years of a pill before breakfast. 5 years of aching stairs. 5 years of a repeat prescription that renews itself.

3.2 days. A long weekend, delivered at the very end, when you are least able to use it.

100 people, 5 years, and 1 of them is spared a heart attack. The other 99 paid the same price for nothing. 2 of the 100 pick up diabetes on the way. 10 damage a muscle.

Deaths prevented across the whole 100: none that the trials could find.

The industry read those numbers and priced them at $125 billion for one brand.

The guideline read them and lowered the bar until 8 million Britons qualified.

Your doctor read them and told you it was just to be safe.

Nobody in that chain gains 3.2 days. They gain the 5 years.

[Second Lady Usha Vance @SLOTUS]

During National Diaper Need Awareness Week, I'm grateful for the diaper banks working to provide diapers and other essentials to new parents across the country.

If you're looking for a meaningful way to give back, consider supporting the @diapernetwork or finding a diaper bank in your own community. Whether you donate diapers, volunteer your time, or spread the word, every act of generosity helps families in need.

[Anna Lulis @annamlulis]

This used to be an abortion clinic.

A Christian family bought it and turned it into a pregnancy resource center.

They transformed a place that ended lives into a place that welcomes life.

Glory be to God.

[Sylvia Adler @SwissMiss143]

@MattPinner_ Everything about this is perfection!!! What a shot!!!!! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

[Matthew Pinner @MattPinner_]

OMG did it!!

After months & months of trying

I finally got the shot iv alway wanted

Sunrise through the arch of Durdle door

I really hope you like it!

Let me know ❤️

[Sylvia Adler @SwissMiss143]

@GOP_is_Gutless I know it’s probably longshot, but does anybody know if they still keep anything from the DNA kit? Can they be looked at again? This is unimaginable.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island.

Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand.

They were looking for people.

The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it.

Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door.

Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center.

He drove back.

The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way.

The site was empty. So that is where the towers went.

Here is how it worked.

At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip.

At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill.

And then the sorting began.

The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve.

Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt.

And along the belts stood the detectives.

NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time.

When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet.

A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe.

A piece of a person.

The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue.

The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months.

A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed.

You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look.

Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow.

Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal.

The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months.

By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury.

When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered.

It is a park now.

Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it.

Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place.

Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about.

Here is what you should know.

Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified.

Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket.

Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark.

Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home.

They did that for ten months.

Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch.

They did it anyway. 🇺🇸