Agaba Davis

The lost are found, the blind will see, the lame will walk, the dead will live...

[Agaba Davis @basdavis90]

Say to wisdom,'You are my sister', and to insight,'You are my relative.'

[Football Tweet ⚽ @Footballtweet]

👏🇳🇴 Here's how Norway announced their squad's arrival on American shores for the World Cup.

This is their official World Cup photo - and it's not AI.

[The Touchline | 𝐓 @TouchlineX]

🚨 𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧: Thomas Tuchel, Carlo Ancelotti, and Luis Enrique have won 5 out of the last 6 Champions Leagues.

During that same period, all of them managed Kylian Mbappé, who still never won it.

[Lammie_Art @Lammie_Art01]

I fell in love with this quote recently:
“An inch of movement is better than a mile of intentions”.

[Chioma 🇺🇬 @Chiomabtq]

This should be crowned video of the year 😂😂😂😂😂
Did I just watch the whole month's news in 2Mins😁

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

In 1943, an American pilot crashed into one of the deadliest jungles on Earth.

For 31 days, Fred Hargesheimer wandered alone through the rainforests of New Britain after his plane was shot down over Japanese-controlled territory during World War II.

He was starving.
Delirious.
Barely alive.

He survived on roots and stream water while hiding from Japanese patrols searching the island.

By the time voices finally emerged from the jungle, Fred believed he was about to die.

Instead, it was a group of Nakanai villagers.

The villagers carried the weak American pilot back to their coastal village and hid him from Japanese forces even though helping him could have meant execution for the entire community.

They protected him anyway.

Fred was so weak he could barely swallow.

Then a nursing mother named Ida began feeding him her own breast milk while also nursing her infant son.

Fred never forgot her name.

Whenever Japanese patrols approached, villagers sounded a hidden conch shell warning so Fred could flee into the jungle.

And if he crossed the sand wearing boots, village children followed behind him carrying palm-frond brooms, sweeping away his footprints before soldiers arrived.

The children called him:
“Mastah Preddi.”

Master Freddie.

He lived among them for seven months before Allied forces finally rescued him in 1944.

But Fred never forgot the people who saved his life.

Years later, one thought haunted him:

“How could I ever repay them?”

So in 1960, he returned to New Britain.

As his boat approached the shore, villagers lined the beach and sang the only English song they knew:

“God Save the Queen.”

Fred stepped onto the sand and cried.

After returning home to Minnesota, he began raising money through churches and small-town donations to help the village.

Over the next decades, he helped build:
schools, libraries and a medical clinic

At one point, Fred and his wife even moved there for several years to teach children themselves.

In 2000, the Nakanai people officially named him a tribal chief:
“Suara Auru” Chief Warrior.

Then, at age 90, Fred returned one final time to see the wreckage of the plane that had crashed there in 1943.

Villagers carried the elderly pilot through the jungle on their shoulders so he could look at it one last time.

Fred Hargesheimer died in 2010 at age 94.

The schools and clinic he helped build still serve the community today.

When people asked why he spent nearly 70 years repaying strangers he could have simply forgotten after the war, Fred always gave the same answer:

“They saved my life. How could I ever repay it?”

So he spent the rest of his life trying.

[Velvet Storm @puremaureen]

They treated her so badly

[Deep Psychology @DeepPsycho_HQ]

"If you cannot call wrong as wrong, you're at the last stage of slavery".

- Che Guevara

[theendeavorpath @theendeavorpath]

“Failure is simply the opportunity to begin again, this time more intelligently.”

— Henry Ford

[Duane Morse @ILOVEQUOTEBOOKS]

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars. -Martin Luther King, Jr.

[Scholarship for PhD @ScholarshipfPhd]

STEPS TO PLAN YOUR RESEARCH PAPER

1️⃣ Define the Message you want to convey to the reader, and what story you want to tell. Therefore, define your message clearly, and writing will become possible; if fail to do so you will struggle.

2️⃣ Draft the title and abstract of your paper as per Journal’s Author Guideline.

3️⃣ Brainstorm and sketch out how your paper will look. Your personal preference will steer you towards creating an outline with words, pictures, or colors.

4️⃣ Define your sections (typically: introduction, methods, results, and discussion) and subsections and then add the key figures and tables that you want to include in the right place. Draft the captions.

5️⃣ Add paragraphs, identified by their contents and what you need to say.

6️⃣ Fill in the paragraphs and (sub)sections with a rough first draft of the text.
You may want to start with the easiest sections (usually sample, data, methods) and leave the hardest for later (Discussion).

7️⃣ Cite the sources of ideas that are not your own or paraphrase them, so you do not forget about them later.

8️⃣ Avoid Plagiarism as many journals automatically scan uploaded manuscripts for plagiarism, so keep track of your references while drafting your paper.

9️⃣ Edit your paper. Remove unnecessary words/expressions that do not contribute to the message of your paper. Take a break, return with fresh eyes, and edit again.

🔟 THE EXTREMELY IMPORTANT LAST STEP: Nothing is perfect, so decide and submit your paper. Usually, a deadline determines when your paper is finished.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

This morning, a 65 year-old man woke up in the early hours and heard thieves in his garage.

He called the police. Unfortunately, the officer on the phone told him they don't have any police officers free at the moment.

The guy hung up and then called again in a moment and tells the officer:
- it's about these thieves in my garage.
Don't bother coming anymore i’ve shot them.

After literally 2 minutes, 4 police cars, Armed response, counter terrorists, ambulances turned up,..... Thieves were obviously caught.

Police officers had a chat with the gentleman
Officer says - " You said you shot them! "
Gentlemen - " And you said you don't have a free police car "

Credit: Rudes On a roll

[Magezi David William @Magezi_DavidW]

Nrm is a scam
We shall keep the records
One day

[liminal @Liminal1988]

Your relationship mindset

[Reads with Ravi @readswithravi]

Marcus Aurelius wrote this over 1800 years ago:

“If it’s endurable, then endure it. Stop complaining.”

[Real Marsha Wright® @marshawright]

😍 post #positive #quotes today

USE> #ThinkBIGSundayWithMarsha < for a REPOST to 500K 🚀

Every time you share, you make a difference in someone’s life 🤗

[Reads with Ravi @readswithravi]

This sentences by Van Gogh hits hard:

“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”

[Brad Weinstein @WeinsteinEdu]

Character counts. 🧡

[MEN @Ez_ek_ie]

Japan is living in 2050

[Sahil Bloom @SahilBloom]

This is a story about my father, parenting, and my rule for the strongest relationships in life…

When I was 12 years old, I tried out for a baseball all-star team in our area.

I really wanted to make this team. The tryouts were my first adventure beyond the confines of my small town. An opportunity to see how I stacked up against kids from all around the state.

When the results came out, the coaches called my house.

They were taking 16 players for the team...and I was the 17th on the list.

I was devastated.

It was my first real experience with failure. Something I wanted, worked towards, and came up short. I went into my room, sat on my bed, and cried.

A few minutes later, my dad walked in. He sat down on the bed next to me. After a few minutes of silence, he offered a few words:

“I know you’re upset. I understand. It sucks. But here are the three things the coaches said you needed to work on. Let’s go out every day this summer and work on them. Together.”

And we did.

I’d patiently wait for him to get home from work, holding our gloves, a bucket of balls, and a bat. He took me to the local field damn near every single day that summer. I’m sure there were days when he didn’t want to. When he was exhausted from work or travel, but it never showed.

And I came back the next year a completely different player. Years later, when I got a scholarship to play baseball at Stanford, I still thought back to that one summer as the turning point.

But it was more than the practice that was the real turning point.

It was what my dad said in those moments as we sat on my bed, with tears streaming down my face—and how he followed through on it every day that followed.

He had two options when he walked into my room and sat next to me.

Option 1: Tell me the coaches were idiots. I was the best player. They had made a mistake. They didn’t know what they were doing.

Option 2: Acknowledge the pain. Tell the truth about the opportunity in the failure. And be there to support the work to meet that opportunity.

Honestly, in that moment, I probably wanted Option 1. It would have made me feel better. It would have told me that the world was the problem. That an external thing was to blame. That I was great.

Option 2 was the tough pill to swallow. But also the right one.

I believe that the strongest relationships in life stand on two pillars:

The first is high expectations.

The belief that the other person is capable of excellence. That their potential is only limited by their own views. The willingness to tell the truth about that opportunity and the work required to meet it.

The second is high support.

The ability and willingness to provide the love, support, and engagement to help the other person meet those high expectations.

A lot of relationships fall short of this standard. They hit one pillar, but miss the other.

Low expectations and high support will provide comfort, but no growth. High expectations and low support may spark short-term growth, but breed long-term resentment.

Sir Isaac Newton famously said:

“If I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”

It’s a beautiful line, but I think it leaves out the part that matters most.

The giants had to bend down. They had to choose to provide energy to lift him.

That’s exactly what my dad did the night I didn’t make that all-star team. He didn’t lower his shoulders to the level of my disappointment. He didn’t tell me the high heights didn’t matter.

He told me that I was capable of the climb—and then he gifted me with his attention and energy to help complete it.

I think about this constantly now.

This, to me, is the highest calling in our relationships:

To create an environment of high expectations with those we love and show up to support them to meet (and exceed) those expectations we’ve set.

This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot as a father. I hope it resonated with you.