De eso se trata el Mundial 🥹🇲🇽
Japones rompió a llorar tras la eliminación de su país, pero de inmediato, un grupo de brasileños lo fueron a consolar y los mexicanos lo pusieron a volar 🤝🫰🏻
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Big Boy No. 4014, the world's largest operating steam locomotive, chugged across the Cuyahoga River – with downtown Cleveland as its backdrop – Monday afternoon as it headed across the region.
Photo: John Pana, https://t.co/a4YA4W2Cro
Nobody asked them to do it. Nobody trained them for it. They were just two teenage boys — the kind you pass on the sidewalk and barely notice — leaning on their bikes in the summer heat when they saw something no child should ever have to experience.
A man walked away with 5-year-old Jocelyn Rojas. She was supposed to be playing outside. She was supposed to be safe.
And in that single, awful second — while most of us would have been paralyzed, reaching for a phone, waiting for someone with a uniform and a badge to show up — these two boys made a choice.
They got on their bikes and they went after him.
No hesitation. No waiting for permission. No "someone else will handle it." Just two pairs of legs pumping hard through the streets of Lancaster, eyes locked on a stranger who had a little girl that wasn't his.
They tracked him. They stayed close. They didn't let him disappear into the afternoon like something that was never going to be found.
And then they confronted him.
Two teenagers. On bikes. Against a grown man who had already done the unthinkable. They forced him to stop.
He let Jocelyn go.
"The entire thing lasted only minutes." — Lancaster Police
Minutes. Because two boys closed the distance fast enough to interrupt it. Because they were raised — by someone, somehow — to believe that other people's emergencies are your business too.
When reporters asked one of them afterward why they did it, he gave the most deflating, most beautiful, most teenage answer imaginable.
He shrugged.
"I just felt like it was the right thing to do."
No speech. No GoFundMe. No press conference. Just a kid who saw a little girl in danger and couldn't make himself look away.
Jocelyn went home. She was reunited with her family. She got to grow up.
Because of two boys on bikes who hadn't been asked, hadn't been trained, hadn't been paid — and did it anyway.
WATCH: Pilot of Spirit Airlines Airbus A320 N652NK did a wing wave while departing from Las Vegas to Marana for long-term storage on Friday.
Video: @MatthewMel71455
Every year, I share this video of French caretakers who take sand from Omaha Beach in Normandy, and scrub them into the letters to give them the gold coloring.
They do this for all 9,386 US soldiers who died.
France also gave us this land as American soil. #MemorialDayWeekend
For the first time in the nation’s 250-year history, a U.S. Navy warship will be commissioned in the Buckeye State, and there is no shortage of ways for Ohioans to welcome the vessel to its namesake city: https://t.co/8pSZ3ujEHc
Photo: U.S. Navy
With deep sorrow, we say farewell to one of the final sentinels of the Tuskegee Airmen. George E. Hardy, who once danced across the skies of Europe in his Mustang has taken his final flight at the age of 100. Leaving behind a legacy forged in courage, resilience, and unwavering dignity.
It began in a quiet room in Philadelphia. A 16-year-old boy hunched over his homework as the radio crackled with the news of Pearl Harbor. In that instant, the world fractured, and George’s childhood evaporated. He didn't wait for history to call; he went to meet it.
Denied entry because of the color of his skin, he didn't retreat. He leaned into the wind. He joined the U.S. Army Air Forces, arriving at Tuskegee not just to learn the mechanics of flight, but to dismantle the mechanics of prejudice.
By 19, George was a "Red Tail," a guardian of the clouds. While the world below was segregated, the flak in the European theater was indifferent. He flew 21 combat missions over Nazi-occupied territory, a teenager in a cockpit proving that valor has no pedigree.
Most men would have seen enough of war. George was not most men.
- World War II: 21 combat missions in the P-51 Mustang.
- Korea: 45 combat missions, braving the dawn of the jet age.
- Vietnam: 70 combat missions, a veteran hand guiding a new generation.
For nearly thirty years, he wore the uniform of a country that didn't always love him back, yet he protected it with a devotion that shames the very idea of hate.
When he finally climbed out of the cockpit, he didn't stop serving. As a Lieutenant Colonel, he helped architect the military’s first global communication systems. He spent his sunset years ensuring that those who followed him would never be out of reach, never be truly alone in the dark.
"He rose above the clouds so we could finally see the light."
Today, we don't just salute a pilot. We salute a man who endured the sting of Jim Crow to earn the silver wings of a hero. He was the quiet defiance in the face of "no," the steady hand in the cockpit, and the humble heart in the room.
The "Red Tails" are thinning now, their formation heading into the eternal sunset. But as George E. Hardy crosses the ultimate horizon, he leaves behind a legacy etched not in ink, but in the very air we breathe.
Rest well, Colonel. The watch is ours. The sky is yours.
This beautiful woman decided to take her leave at 101 years old. What an incredible story and now historical legend of the Great United States.
Rosie the Riveter 🇺🇸 💪🏻 🎀
I’m in tears. Team USA honored Johnny Gaudreau, who was klled by a drunk driver by bringing his kids on the ice with them to celebrate the win
His kids are 2 and 3 years old
Pray for his family 🙏
After reentering Earth's atmosphere at hypersonic speed, the Space Shuttle had no engines to help it land. Once it dropped out of orbit, it became a heavy glider, relying only on gravity, aerodynamics, and the pilot's precision.
There were no second chances. The shuttle had a steep descent, a narrow landing window, and just one shot at the runway.
Many people know my story, but not everyone knows Bryce Dunlap...
Bryce gave me the gift of life through his liver donation.
That kind of selflessness stays with you forever.
To honor Bryce, once a month I’m going to randomly select someone and do something special for them, like to sign something, make a memory, share a moment in his name.
Today, I get to do this for the very first person.
This one’s for you, Bryce.
#UMatter