Memorial Day isn’t about barbecues or beach days—it’s about those American heroes who gave everything for our freedom.
THIS 70-SECOND VIDEO CAPTURES WHAT THE DAY IS TRULY ABOUT. 🇺🇸
They would have 96 years old…. My mom and my mom-in-law. Both kind-hearted and intelligent souls, with a huge love for others, no matter what. Happy Mother’s Day Alice and Mary! We love you!
One of the great honors of my career…, a guest of the Honorable Ben Sasse on his podcast, “Not Dead Yet…”
Thank you Senator @BenSasse!!
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This is the most powerful picture taken at the Kentucky derby
Two brothers
Moments after crossing the finish line
Irad Ortiz Jr., who finished 2nd, grabs his brother’s arm, Jose Ortiz, to celebrate his 1st place win
This is what matters. Not trophies—family
Now that Artemis II has launched we have 10 days to get everyone on Earth a Planet of the Apes costume so we can do something hilarious when the astronauts return 😁
This is the beauty of the WBC:
A 29-year-old bearded electrician from Ostrava, Czechia who has played baseball his whole life in a country where very few play the sport helps Czechia qualify for its first-ever WBC, strikes out Shohei Ohtani on a pitch he says came out of his hand wrong, and becomes one of the faces of the Classic.
Ondřej Satoria, who is retiring from the national team after this tournament, will leave Japan where he gets stopped for autographs and photos and receives standing ovations, and fly back to Ostrava where he’s a normal guy with a simple life.
And while no one back home is stopping him in the streets for autographs, imagine the stories he’ll have for his 2-year-old son when he grows up.
“The most important thing is that the baseball community from around the world now knows that Czechia plays baseball.”
- @OndrejSatoria in @michaelsclair’s book “We Sacrifice Everything to Baseball” 🇨🇿
“People always asked "Why do you pay so much money for your kid to do sports”?
Well I have a confession to make; I don't pay for my kid to “to do sports”
Personally, I couldn't care less about what sport she does
So, if I am not paying for sports what am I paying for?
- I pay for those moments when my kid becomes so tired she wants to quit but doesn’t
- I pay for those days when my kid comes home from school and is “too tired" to go to her training but she goes anyway.
- I pay for my kid to learn to be disciplined, focused and dedicated
- I pay for my kid to learn to take care of her body and learn how to correctly fuel her body for success.
- I pay for my kid to learn to work with others and to be a good team mate, gracious in defeat and humble in success
- I pay for my kid to learn to deal with disappointment, when they don’t get that placing or title they'd hoped for, but still they go back week after week giving it their best shot.
- I pay for my kid to learn to make and accomplish goals
- I pay for my kid to respect, not only themselves, but others, officials, judges and coaches
- I pay for my kid to learn that it takes hours and hours, years and years of hard work and practice to create a champion and that success does not happen overnight
- I pay for my kid to be proud of small achievements, and to work towards long term goals
- I pay for the opportunity my child has and will have to make life-long friendships, create lifelong memories, to be as proud of her achievements as I am
- I pay so that my child can be in the gym instead of in front of a screen
- I pay for those rides home where we make precious memories talking about practice, both good and bad
-I pay so that my child can learn the importance of time management and balancing what is important like school and keeping grades up
I could go on but, to be short, I don't pay for sports
I pay for the opportunities that sports provides my kid with to develop attributes that will serve her well throughout her life and give her the opportunity to bless the lives of others.
From what I have seen I think it is a great investment!”
- Softball Parent
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True or not, this is a beautiful story. Our seniors are lonely and this man gets a chance to continue his life with a little creature on his lap. #TodaysBeauty
Nobody goes to the emergency vet at 2 AM on a Tuesday for a checkup. The waiting room at that hour is a heavy place, filled with pacing, quiet crying, and the smell of antiseptic.
I was there sitting with my Golden Retriever, waiting for bloodwork results, when an older man shuffled through the sliding glass doors. He was in his late seventies, wearing a faded plaid coat, and carrying a small, scruffy terrier wrapped in a worn-out bath towel.
The dog was wheezing, struggling for every breath.
The receptionist rushed them into a back room. About twenty minutes later, the man came out and sat two chairs down from me. He was staring blankly at the floor, clutching an empty red dog collar in his trembling hands.
The vet came out shortly after. She knelt in front of him, speaking softly, but in the quiet waiting room, I heard every word.
"Frank, he has a blockage in his airway," she said gently. "We can clear it with surgery right now, and he'll make a full recovery. He has a lot of good years left."
Frank looked up, tears pooling in the deep wrinkles around his eyes. "How much?"
The vet hesitated. "With the emergency fee and the anesthesia... it's $1,200."
Frank let out a breath that sounded like a sob. He looked down at the red collar in his hands, running his thumb over the metal name tag. "My wife passed last year," he whispered. "Buster is all I have left. But my pension... I only have $300 in my checking account."
He looked at the vet, completely defeated. "Can I surrender him to the clinic? Will you do the surgery if I sign him over to you? I just want him to live. Even if it's not with me."
That broke me. This man was willing to give up the last living connection he had to his wife, the only creature that greeted him at the door, just to save its life.
I quietly got up and walked to the receptionist's desk. I slid my credit card across the counter.
"Put Buster's surgery on this," I whispered. "And tell Frank that the clinic has an emergency fund for seniors. Don't you dare tell him a stranger paid for it."
The receptionist looked at me, her eyes welling up, and nodded.
Ten minutes later, the vet walked back out to Frank. She told him about the "clinic fund" and that Buster was being prepped for surgery. Frank dropped his face into his hands and wept openly, thanking God and the vet over and over again.
I left before Frank could see me, my own dog's bloodwork thankfully coming back clear. My credit card bill is going to be tight this month. I'll have to skip eating out and cancel a few subscriptions.
But as I drove home in the dark, I thought about Frank sitting by his front door in a few days, waiting for Buster to trot through it.
Money comes and goes. But you can't put a price tag on keeping a family together.
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When a dude with an accordion rolls up on a lawnmower, you know it’s about to get real.
Steve’n’Seagulls turn “Thunderstruck” into a hoedown and I am here for it.
@Geniustechw We had a small hill by our driveway that really helped with this! 3 on the column and a 4 on the floor were definitely part of our drivers ed program!😉
As a flashback to what we’ve lost, and what we can strive to be again, here is my favorite Kennedy Center Honors performance—from 2012.
Heart and Jason Bonham absolutely crushing Stairway to Heaven to honor Led Zeppelin—who watched in tears. It’s worth every second.