Gilberto Garcia Jr.

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[Gilberto Garcia Jr. @gilgar02]

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[Whiplash437 @MrWhiplash_]

BREAKING - KISS cofounder Gene Simmons says it is time for celebrities like Ben Stiller and Mark Ruffalo to “shut the f*ck up.”

“People work hard for a living, and they don’t want to be lectured by people who live in mansions and drive Rolls-Royces. It’s time to shut up.”

[Crazy Moments @Crazymoments01]

"This happened December 18th, 2024, at Denver International Airport, 6:42 PM.

Gunnery Sergeant Marcus Williams, 46, flew from San Diego to Denver after a shelter confirmed a microchip match. The dog was Rex, his partner at Forward Operating Base Salerno, Afghanistan, from April to November 2010 a dog who alerted to Taliban fighters eleven times and saved Marcus's platoon. When Marcus's unit evacuated that November, Rex was left behind. Marcus searched for fourteen years, calling shelters weekly.

On December 16th, a Denver shelter scanned Rex's microchip and matched it to Marcus's 2010 registration. Director Sarah called him in San Diego; he booked a flight that night and landed December 18th.

Sarah met him at baggage claim with Rex.

Security footage shows Marcus coming down the escalator in his dress blues, Rex thirty feet away. Rex catches his scent first, head lifting.

Marcus sees him and freezes - both stare for twenty seconds. Then Marcus drops his duffel bag, drops to his knees, and Rex breaks free from the leash, sprinting across the floor to tackle him.

"Everyone at DIA stopped moving," Sarah told us. "200 people watched this reunion. Half of them were crying."

Fourteen years, one airport, one American Marine and his dog, home at last.

[James Woods @RealJamesWoods]

Honestly this is embarrassing.

[Eric Daugherty @EricLDaugh]

🚨 NOW: Americans are noticing that Japanese World Cup fans are doing MASS CLEANUPS of AMERICAN STADIUMS after the match

"In Japan, we are taught to clean up in school"

Thug cultures destroy and ravage, others clean and build!

This is why we LOVE JAPAN! PURE CLASS ACT! 🇺🇸🇯🇵

[Eli Manning @EliManning]

Today, I’m wearing red sneakers in honor of Oakley Debbs — an 11-year-old boy who loved Giants football and tragically passed away from his nut allergy. Oakley loved his red sneakers, and now they’ve become a worldwide symbol for food allergy awareness.

Join me in posting a photo or video on social media to help spread awareness about food allergies #internationalredsneakersday

[Rare 🇺🇸 @RareImagery]

I’ve never had a White Claw, but these 40’s bring back some memories.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

“Bullied boy told me he'd rather die than go back to school, so I called every biker I knew and we showed up at 7 AM the next morning. His name was Tyler. He was ten years old. And three days earlier, six kids had beaten him so badly in the school bathroom that he'd spent two nights in the hospital.
I'm not Tyler's father. I'm not even related to him. I'm just the guy who lives two doors down and happened to be outside when Tyler's mom, Jennifer, collapsed crying on her front lawn.
"He won't go back," she sobbed. "He says he wants to die. My baby said he wants to die and I don't know how to help him."
I'm sixty-three years old. Been riding motorcycles for forty-two years. I'm a big guy with a beard down to my chest and tattoos covering both arms. Most people cross the street when they see me coming.
But I sat down on that lawn next to Jennifer and I listened.
Tyler had been bullied for months. Called names. Shoved in hallways. His lunch stolen. His backpack thrown in toilets. All because his father had died of cancer last year and Tyler cried sometimes at school. The bullies called him a crybaby. Called him weak. Called him worthless.
Three days ago, they'd cornered him in the bathroom. Six fourth-graders against one grieving boy. They'd beaten him until a teacher heard the commotion.
The school suspended the bullies for three days. Three days. Then they'd be back.
And Tyler refused to go back with them there. "I can't do it, Mom," he'd told Jennifer. "I can't face them again. I just want to be with Dad. At least Dad would protect me."
That broke something in me. This kid who'd lost his father. Who was being tortured by other children. Who saw death as preferable to another day of school.
"What if he wasn't alone?" I said quietly.
Jennifer looked at me with red, swollen eyes. "What?"
"What if Tyler knew he had people watching out for him? Big, scary people who won't let anything happen to him?"
"I don't understand."
I pulled out my phone. "I'm part of a motorcycle club. We're mostly veterans and retired guys. We do a lot of charity work, but we also do something else. We protect kids who need protecting."
I made five phone calls. Within an hour, I had forty-seven bikers confirmed for the next morning.
That evening, I knocked on Jennifer's door. Tyler answered. He was small for ten, with his father's brown eyes and a face covered in bruises. His arm was in a sling.
"Hey buddy," I said gently. "My name is Tom. I live two doors down. Your mom said it's okay if I talk to you for a minute."
Tyler nodded but didn't speak.
I knelt down so I was at his eye level. "I heard about what happened at school. I heard about those kids hurting you. And I heard you don't want to go back."
His eyes filled with tears. "I can't. They'll just hurt me again. And nobody can stop them."
"What if I told you that's not true? What if I told you that tomorrow morning, you're going to walk into that school with forty-seven bodyguards?"
"What?"
"My friends and I ride motorcycles. We're big guys. Tough guys. And we're really good at making sure bullies understand that their behavior has consequences." I put my hand on his good shoulder. "If you'll let us, we'd like to escort you to school tomorrow. Make sure everyone there knows you're not alone. Make sure those bullies understand they picked on the wrong kid."
Tyler's lip trembled. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."
"Because a long time ago, I was you. I was the kid getting beat up. The kid everyone picked on. And I wished every single day that someone—anyone—would show up for me. Nobody ever did." I paused. "So now I show up for kids like you. Because you deserve to feel safe. You deserve to go to school without being afraid."
"Will you really come?"
"Brother, I promise you. Tomorrow morning at 7 AM, there will be motorcycles lining this street. And you're going to ride to school...”
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Credit: Grace Jenkins

[Mrs. S. @hshLauraJ]

Butt, does she sing??
🤔🤔🤔

[CFB Numbers Guy @secnumbersguy]

If the committee leaves Texas out of the College Football Playoff they are making a clear statement:

There is NO VALUE in playing marquee non-conference games.

If a 10-2 Texas played a cupcake week 1 they are in the playoff GUARANTEED.

[Gilberto Garcia Jr. @gilgar02]

@elonmusk your Tesla took over my solar panels. Had to get them off to redo the roof. That took two months. Got the roof replaced and scheduled for reinstall. That’s not till the end of January. I’m and old man and your process for scheduling both was a headache. People not apps

[Gilberto Garcia Jr. @gilgar02]

BaHaHaHAhA Now that’s funny

[Mare @marewho12]

Now that you mention it! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Restoring Your Faith in Humanity @HumanityChad]

This woman going out of her way to ensure the safety of others.

It costs NOTHING to be a good person 🥹

[Photographer @photo5065]

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[Gilberto Garcia Jr. @gilgar02]

BaHaHaHAhA

['The Ronster' @BerisfordRon]

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