🗣️ Mario Balotelli: "Ben çocukken çok hastaydım, durumumuz kötüydü ve biyolojik ailem beni İtalyan bir aileye evlatlık verdi. Yıllarca beni arayıp sormadılar, tamamen yalnızdım.
Ne zaman ki ben futbolcu oldum, Inter'de oynamaya başladım ve milyonlar kazanıp ünlü oldum; işte o gün televizyonlara çıkıp 'Mario bizim oğlumuz, onu çok özledik' diye ağlamaya başladılar.
Bu hayattaki en büyük ikiyüzlülük. Ben sokaklarda ırkçılığa uğrarken, hastanede acı çekerken neredeydiniz? Eğer ünlü bir futbolcu olmasaydım, Brescia’da bir işçi olsaydım yine benim babam ve annem olmak isteyecek miydiniz?
Hayır. Benim tek bir ailem var, o da beni büyüten, bana bakan Balotelli ailesidir. Diğerleri sadece benim şöhretimin peşinde."
GOD BLESS YOU SIR 🫵🏻🫡
My respect 96 years .
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AMERICAN MADE .
The GOAT !!
Clint Eastwood Said Something About Getting Old That Stopped Me Cold.
Aging is not gentle.
You are still here. Still present. Still watching the world move. But the body that carried you through everything - the wars, the work, the wildness of youth - begins to ask for more than you can give it. Joints that never complained now speak up in the morning. Eyes that once took in everything now flinch at the light. Breathing, which never required a single thought, starts needing little pauses.
But none of that is the hardest part.
The hardest part is the quiet.
At a certain age, you reach for the phone and remember there is no one left to call.
The people who knew you when you were young - who remembered the same summers, the same streets, the same faces
- are gone. One by one, then all at once, until the memories you carry have no one left to share them with.
So you tell the stories anyway.
To whoever will listen. With a little more color than perhaps the truth deserves. With a touch of pride you've earned and a grief you don't always name. You know the person across from you wasn't there. You know they can't quite feel it the way you do.
But you tell them. Because the telling is the holding on.
Those stories are not just memories. They are the proof that a life was lived. That people were loved. That things mattered.
And if no one asks for them - you offer them anyway, quietly, like setting something down on a table and hoping someone picks it up.
Old age is not simply what happens to a face or a body.
It is memory looking for a place to rest.
And what an older person needs - more than advice, more than solutions, more than someone telling them how to feel - is simply someone willing to sit down, be still, and listen.
Not to fix anything.
Just to be there.
That is the whole gift. And it costs nothing.
~Wild Whispers .
Rencanakan liburan anda ke Shadian, Yunan. Kota ini bukan hanya kota muslim, tapi kota kuliner yg sgt maju, hampir tdk ada org miskin. Mesjid Agung di sini hampir mirip mesjid Nabawi di Madinah dgn sentuhan arsitektural oriental.