University of Georgia Nursing student, Laken Riley (22) went for a run near the Campus Intramural Fields yesterday.
An ILLEGAL from Venezuela, Jose Antonio Ibarra (26) was arrested tonight, charged with her Murder.
This monster crossed through El Paso in September of 2022.
AN ILLEGAL TOOK THIS BEAUTIFUL GIRLS LIFE! ONLY 22 YEARS OLD!
HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON...HER SISTER WAS A WITCH RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS, THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST BRO. YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG? SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE
I recently read a short story that I love: The Farmer and the Horse.
It has two deep lessons everyone needs to hear...
There was a farmer in a small village with a single horse who helped him earn a living for his family.
The other villagers constantly told the farmer how lucky he was to have such a great horse.
"Maybe," he would reply.
One day, the horse ran away. The villagers came to the farmer to express their sympathies.
"Your horse ran away. How unfortunate!" the villagers exclaimed.
"Maybe," the farmer replied.
A few days later, the horse returned home, with ten strong wild horses in tow.
"What good fortune. What incredible luck," the villagers crowed.
"Maybe," the farmer again replied.
The following week, the farmer’s son was riding one of the wild horses in the fields, when it kicked him off and broke his leg.
The villagers arrived to express their dismay. "What dismal luck," they said.
"Maybe," the farmer replied.
The next month, a military officer marched into the village, recruiting able-bodied young men for the war. The farmer’s son, with his broken leg, was left behind.
The villagers were joyful, "Your son has been spared. What beautiful luck!"
The farmer simply smiled.
"Maybe."
Two Lessons from the Short Story
1. Everything is Cyclical
Seeds of destruction are sown during creation. Seeds of creation are sown during destruction.
When times are bright, enjoy, but know the dark will come.
When times are dark, adjust your eyes, and remember the seeds of light are being sown.
2. Dispel the Narratives
The farmer separates story from reality. He allows space for the events to just exist, to be neither good nor bad—to just be.
Events of your life needn't be judged.
The wisest among us allow events to exist without applying a narrative layer.
Remember these two lessons as you navigate uncharted waters in the days, weeks, and months ahead.
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My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
"Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said: "Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery. With a flashlight we reached her grave.
My father sat down, prayed, and told his children: "It was 55 years... you know? No one can really talk about true love if haven't done life with a person."
He paused and wiped his face.
"She and I, we were together in the good and in the bad." he continued. "When I changed jobs, we packed up when we sold the house and moved. We shared the joy of seeing our children become parents, together we mourned the departure of loved ones, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we supported each other in pain, we hugged one another each day, and we forgave mistakes."
And then he paused and added, "Children, that's all gone and I'm happy tonight. Do you know why I'm happy? Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him and he comforted us, "It's okay. We can go home. It's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is. It is more than just romanticism and sex, it's two people who stand beside one another, who are committed to one another ... through all the good and bad that life throws at you.
Peace in your hearts.
🖊 Author Unknown
This is Huberman's prayer practice
He does it every morning
Sometimes in the middle of the night
No matter what you think of this
It's hard to disagree...
We don't have as much control as we think