Who says 50 is late?
I found love at 42.
Became a father at 50.
Started my X account at 52.
Built an audience of 37,000 at 55.
The late start is the whole point.
Do you know how sick and tired people are of your racist bs? It had nothing to do with her race or her gender. Trump treats all journalists the same. If you are an asshole, you get treated as such. And women have the equality we fought for to be treated as anyone else, so shut up with the damn women should be treated differently in the workplace bs.
@SpeakerWelchIL@MeetThePress@kwelkernbc Don’t use the race and gender card so casually. It demeans people who face real degrading treatment because of their race or gender. His reaction was based on her journalism, not her identity. Bad journalism can be criticized without turning every exchange into discrimination.
@Jasleen1_ Maybe she’s the sister of the groom, & she discovered the bride has cheated on her brother. Because she attended the wedding as one of the maid of honor & seem to have her own boyfriend that is trying to calm her down. Also, I like a lot the groom reaction. He trust his sister.
@PollyPa3lb@EpicClipVault We 💯% believe you. You were probably always second best. But 42 years, that’s a long suffering.
These women should stay away from their son’s shorts 🩳 & mind their own business, but they are incapable to attrack another man that would be as devoted & caring as their son.
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« Aujourd’hui, je vais te donner la flamme », dit l’allumette.
La bougie, inquiète, répondit :
« Non… si tu m’enflammes, je vais me consumer. Mes jours seront comptés. »
L’allumette resta silencieuse un instant, puis demanda doucement :
« Veux-tu vraiment passer ta vie ainsi ? Froide, figée… sans jamais briller ? »
La bougie baissa la voix :
« S’embraser fera mal… et je disparaîtrai peu à peu. »
« Oui, cela fera mal. Et oui, tu te consumera », répondit l’allumette.
« Mais c’est pour cela que nous existons. Moi, pour t’enflammer… et toi, pour éclairer. »
« Ma flamme est petite, brève… mais si je te la transmets, j’aurai accompli ma raison d’être. »
La bougie hésita.
Puis, juste avant que la flamme de l’allumette ne s’éteigne, elle murmura :
« S’il te plaît… allume-moi. »
Alors la lumière naquit.
Une lumière chaude, vive, qui transforma la pièce.
La bougie avait compris que sa véritable valeur ne résidait pas dans le fait de rester intacte,
mais dans le fait de se donner, jusqu’à illuminer autour d’elle.
Parfois, offrir le meilleur de soi fait souffrir.
Mais c’est cette part que l’on donne qui change tout.
Peut-être que l’amour, au fond, c’est cela : accepter de brûler un peu de soi pour rendre le monde moins sombre..
One of the best group of those golden days. No vulgarity, artificiality, everything is artistic, natural, pure, colorful, beautiful, light and calm, and the eyes and soul are happy, the mood is high 🥰👍💓!!!