China has the personal, private data of 220 MILLION Americans. Your name, your address, your party affiliation, your phone number—everything.
And what is the mainstream media’s response? "Ohhh, it’s no big deal, it’s basically public info anyway!"
Are you kidding me?! No big deal?
They've been beating the drum day in and day out that this voter information is "too sensitive, too personal, and too easily abused" for states to give to the federal government. But the second a hostile foreign regime seizes it? “Ah, no biggie.”
It can't be both! This might all be a game of political narratives to the media. BUT IT'S NOT A GAME FOR THE REST OF THE COUNTRY. Unbelievable.
Hearing my daughter's first cry when she was born. Best sound I've ever heard.
She came 11 weeks too soon, weighed less than 3 lbs., but she was a fighter and full of life.
She's now an Occupational Therapist, and the mother of my two awesome grandsons.
You never know when it's the last time you'll laugh with your friends, run through a creek like kids again, or say goodbye without meaning it. Life doesn't send warnings for those final moments. Looking back, I wish I'd lingered longer, listened closer, and held onto those ordinary days a little tighter.
Turns out, the moments we rush through are the ones we miss the most when they're gone. ✌️
In 2018, University of Texas student Joey Romano was skateboarding near campus when he crashed while trying to avoid a car. The fall left him with a badly broken wrist.
Lying on the ground in pain, Joey made a decision that surprised many people. He didn't call an ambulance.
He later explained that he was worried about the cost. His health insurance wasn't great, and an ambulance bill could have added thousands of dollars to an already stressful situation. So instead, he opened the Uber app.
The driver who accepted the ride was Beni Lukumu, an immigrant from the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
When Beni arrived, he didn't just find a passenger waiting on the sidewalk. He found a young man who could barely move.
He helped Joey into the car and drove him to an urgent care clinic. Doctors there quickly realized the injury was too serious and sent him to the emergency room.
Most people would have considered the trip over.
Beni didn't.
After learning that Joey's family lived out of town, he chose to stay at the hospital. For about six hours, he sat beside someone he had met only that afternoon. He helped him check in, kept him company while he waited for treatment, and remained there until Joey's grandmother arrived.
Beni refused extra payment for his time.
Instead, he accepted an invitation to have dinner with Joey's family.
That dinner became the beginning of a friendship.
The two stayed in touch through birthdays, life updates, and regular visits. What started as a simple Uber ride became a bond that lasted long after Joey's wrist had healed.
Seven years later, they were still close friends.
Looking back, Beni explained his decision with remarkable simplicity.
"It wasn't even a question for me. I was staying with Joey. He needed somebody to be by his side."
Joey ordered an Uber because he couldn't afford to think about an ambulance bill.
He found something far more valuable than a ride.
He found a friend who never treated kindness like it was part of the fare.