At this point, I don't need a new @NSYNC album. Just combine their three albums, @jtimberlake & @JCChasez solo material, and GIVE MILLENNIALS what they've wanted for almost 20 years! Don't act like y'all don't want my adult money. #NSYNC#NSYNCReunion#Manifesting
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John Cena reminding everyone why heโs one of the best humans on the planet โค๏ธ
This was absolutely beautiful to see man.
โIโm battling cancer and i just wanted to know if i could hug youโ.
(MegaCon Orlando)
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On July 3, 1976, Tina Turner waited until her husband, Ike, fell asleep in their Dallas hotel room. Her face was swollen and bruised from another beating. In her pocket were just 36 cents and a Mobil gas card. Nothing more.
She slipped out of the Statler Hilton and ran. Not toward a car. Not toward help she could call. She ran straight across Interstate 30, weaving through traffic in the dark, nearly hit by a truck, driven by nothing but survival. On the other side stood the Ramada Inn. The manager recognized her instantly, even through the injuries. He gave her a room on the eleventh floor and placed a guard outside her door. For three days, Tina stayed hidden there, too injured to even eat properly, letting her body begin to heal.
Three weeks later, she filed for divorce. When asked what she wanted from sixteen years of marriage, her answer stunned everyone. She wanted nothing except her name. No house. No money. No royalties. Just โTina Turner.โ A name created to control her, now the only thing she could use to rebuild her life.
She walked away with debt, an IRS tax lien, and an industry that believed she was finished. Nearly forty years old, a Black woman in a business obsessed with youth, with no ownership of her past music. The odds were stacked brutally against her.
But Tina refused to accept defeat. She turned to Nichiren Buddhism, chanting daily for strength. She took every job she could find. Game shows. Hotel lounges. County fairs. Corporate events. She even cleaned houses between performances. While the world called her a has-been, she was quietly reconstructing herself piece by piece.
Then came 1984.
At forty-four, she released Private Dancer. It changed everything. The album sold more than twenty million copies. โWhatโs Love Got to Do with Itโ reached number one, her first solo chart-topper. She won three Grammy Awards in 1985, performed at Live Aid, and starred in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. The world finally recognized her as the Queen of Rock and Roll.
Her second act lasted decades. Record-breaking tours. Twelve Grammy Awards. Over one hundred million records sold. A career rebuilt entirely on her own terms.
And love found her too. Erwin Bach met Tina at an airport in 1986 and never left her side. When her kidneys failed in 2016, he offered her one of his own without hesitation. In 2017, he kept that promise and saved her life.
On May 24, 2023, Tina Turner passed away peacefully in Switzerland at the age of eighty-three, with Erwin beside her. She left behind more than music. She left proof.
It is never too late to reclaim your life. You can begin again at forty. At fifty. At any age. All it takes is the courage to cross the road.
Thirty-six cents. A gas card. And an unbreakable will.
That is how legends are made.
A dog named Lucky was shot multiple times while defending his home from intruders.
He spent 54 days fighting for his life and underwent three surgeries.
Whatever we think of someone might indeed be true, and there also might be far more depth and complexity to that very same someone we know nothing about.
@JohnCena This is such an important reminder. We often only see a moment or a headline of someoneโs life, not the full story behind it. A little grace and curiosity can go a long way.
In 40 years, it had never rained during the Super Bowl. On the day of 41st the heavens opened up and poured down hard.
Because everything on the stage were live instruments and the stage floor was slick with water for he and his dancers, they asked Prince what did he want to do about the performance.
Prince replied, โcan you make it rain harder?โ
Long live Prince. The greatest halftime performance in Super Bowl history.
He has never seen what I look like.
But from the very first day, he knew who I was.
When I met him at the shelter โ trembling, blind, ignored by everyone โ they asked me:
โDo you really want to take him with you? Heโll limit your life.โ
No.
He didnโt limit it. He opened it.
He has never seen my face.
And yet he recognizes my heartbeat, my footsteps, my mood.
When Iโm sad, he comes closer.
When I laugh, his tail wags in rhythm.
He sees me in a way that very few people ever could.
Sometimes he bumps into walls.
But you know what heโs never lost?
His courage. His love. His loyalty.
I am his eyes.
And he is my mirror.
Every day he reminds me that the most important thing in life is not what you see,
but what you feel.
He lives in darkness.
And yet he is the brightest part of my life.
Tell me: if a blind dog can give so much lightโฆ
what stops us from learning to see beyond the visible?