Heidi Dew

just a girl living in a world trying to bring light, love & a little joy every day. ❤️🤍💙🇺🇸 God bless America Oregon born & raised

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

@JustineBateman Justine you are a true blessing! Thank you for showing up every day and speaking truth. I can’t imagine how hard it must be as someone in the spotlight. I grew up watching you which is just one more reason the 80’s were the best. Somehow America lost its way. ❤️🤍💙

[Justine Bateman @JustineBateman]

Satanic.

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

Truth

[Milton Friedman Quotes @MiltonFriedmanW]

Milton Friedman on 4 ways to spend money:

1) Your money on yourself (you’re careful about both cost and quality)
2) Your money on others (you care about cost, less about quality)
3) Someone else’s money on yourself (you care about quality, not cost)
4) Someone else’s money on others (you care about neither)

The last one is how government spending works.

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

❤️🤍💙

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

I asked a mechanic in a grease-stained shirt how he was doing at 6:30 AM on a freezing Monday.

He was kneeling on the cold concrete, holding a heavy wrench, covered in dark oil.

He didn't complain. He didn’t sigh. He looked up, adjusted his cap, and said, "Living the dream, brother."

I spent three days contemplating his words. In my language, such a phrase spoken in such hardship would be deep, bitter irony.

Then I watched him finish replacing an alternator, wipe his hands on a rag, and look at the running engine with a quiet, fierce pride.

He was not being sarcastic. He was stating a fact. He had a job, a set of tools, and a machine that obeyed his hands.

Yesterday, a man asked me how my morning was going while I was shoveling snow in the freezing wind.

I stopped, looked at my shovel, and said, "Living the dream, man."

The man smiled, gave me a thumb up, and kept walking.

America does not wait for a perfect life to be happy. It looks at a hard morning's work and calls it a dream.

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

My car battery died in a grocery store parking lot at 8:00 PM.

I was standing there staring into the hood like a man trying to read a broken clock.

A faded pickup truck pulled up. A guy in grease-stained overalls stepped out, took one look at my open hood, and nodded once without asking a single question.

He reached into his truck bed and pulled out a pair of jumper cables so absurdly thick they looked like python snakes.

He clipped red to red, black to black, gave my engine a small, reassuring tap, and said, "Turn it over, brother."

It roared to life on the first try.

I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and offered it to him.

He looked at the money, then at me with gentle confusion, as if I had just offered to buy his favorite hat.

"I don't want your cash, man," he said, wrapping the heavy cables around his arm. "Buy your own set and keep them in the trunk. Someday it's your turn."

That night, I went to Walmart and bought a set of cables so thick they take up a third of my trunk.

Last Thursday, a young driver was standing helplessly near a dead car outside a gas station.

I pulled up, rolled down my window, and didn't even ask what was wrong.

"Pop the latch, my friend," I said.

He tried to give me ten dollars afterward.

I held up my hand, smiled, and told him what had been told to me: "Buy your own set, man. It's your turn next."

America has no government department for dead batteries. It just has two hundred million working men waiting in the dark to hand off a pair of heavy copper cables.

[Rob Schneider 🇺🇸 @RobSchneider]

People
Who
Lived
Under
Islam
Know
And
They
Are
Warning
Us
So
We
Won’t
Have
To
Suffer
Like
They
Did.

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

Wow! This is insane & needs to be stopped

[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

I just followed these steps on my settings. Sure enough, it was all "on" by default...Well, it ain't now. You might wanna do the same.

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

Hallelujah

[Ben Edtl @benedtl]

Portland Trail Blazers' President of Business Operations to Portland City Council:

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

@FreddyLA7 Fairhope is lovely! I’m looking at buying a home there

[Echoes of War @EchoesofWarYT]

141 years ago today, on July 23, 1885, Ulysses S. Grant died at 63.

Most people know him as the general who won the Civil War and the two term president on the fifty dollar bill. Almost nobody knows how his story actually ended, and it's one of the most quietly heroic things in American history.

Start with the fact that "Ulysses S. Grant" was never even his name. He was born Hiram Ulysses Grant. When he got to West Point, a congressman filled out the paperwork wrong and wrote him down as Ulysses S. Grant. The S stood for nothing at all. Grant just shrugged and kept it for the rest of his life. Later, when he forced a Confederate fort to give up with no conditions, soldiers said the U.S. stood for "Unconditional Surrender."

Here's the strange thing though. Before the war, Grant was a failure at nearly everything he tried. He flopped at farming. He flopped at real estate. By his late thirties he was working as a clerk in his father's leather goods store, hauling hides for his younger brothers. Then the war came, and the quiet clerk turned out to be one of the greatest military minds the country ever produced. He took Vicksburg. He ground down Lee. He accepted the surrender at Appomattox and, instead of gloating, let the Confederate soldiers keep their horses so they could plant crops. Then he won the White House twice.

So how does a man like that end up dying broke?

In 1884 Grant trusted his savings to a Wall Street firm run by a young hotshot named Ferdinand Ward, basically the Bernie Madoff of his day. Ward was running a con. When it collapsed, Grant lost everything. He was so wiped out that he had to borrow money just to cover his household, and he handed over his war trophies and swords to pay a debt. The most famous soldier in America was suddenly poor.

Then it got worse. Doctors found throat cancer. Grant had smoked as many as twenty cigars a day, a habit the public actually fed. After his victories, admirers mailed him cigars by the thousands, and it very likely killed him.

Now here is the part that gives me chills.

Grant knew he was dying, and he knew he was leaving his wife Julia with nothing. So a man in constant pain, throat closing up, some days unable to speak above a whisper, sat down to write his memoirs and out earn death itself. Mark Twain, who admired him, offered him a stunning book deal, far better than anything normal authors got. Grant took it and went to work.

He wrote something like three hundred thousand words in about a year while cancer ate his throat. On the days he couldn't talk, he wrote on slips of paper. Witnesses said the pain was constant. He kept going anyway. He finished the manuscript just days before he died.

And it worked. The memoirs became one of the best selling books of the century and are still considered maybe the finest memoir ever written by an American president. The royalties sent to Julia came to roughly four hundred fifty thousand dollars, an enormous fortune then, enough that she never had to worry about money again. He couldn't win the money back on Wall Street, so he wrote his way out and crossed the finish line with almost nothing to spare.

When he died, the country stopped. Around a million and a half people lined the streets of New York for his funeral, the largest the city had ever seen. And look at who carried him. His pallbearers included Union generals and Confederate generals, side by side. One of them, Simon Bolivar Buckner, was the very man who had surrendered to Grant at Fort Donelson decades earlier. He came to Grant's sickbed near the end, two old enemies making peace, and then helped carry him to his grave.

That grave became Grant's Tomb in New York, the largest mausoleum in North America.

A failed store clerk who saved the Union, lost everything to a con man, and then, dying and in agony, wrote a masterpiece to protect his wife.

141 years ago today. They really don't make them like that anymore.

[Oregonian Politics @OregonianPol]

Oregon county adopts anti-sanctuary resolution, aligning with Trump immigration agenda despite state law https://t.co/x1ghWm9qCl

[Heidi Dew @Howdidew]

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[Andrew Zywiec, M.D. @AndrewZywiecMD]

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... and autism being listed in the inserts....

[Wendie Sorenson @SorensonWendie]

@Michaela_1776

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

🚨#BREAKING: Two boys on paddle-boards are being praised as heroes after heartwarming footage emerged of them RESCUING A DROWNING RACCOON during the Texas storms.

The two boys, Tucker and Owen saw the raccoon being sucked under by the current, scooped it out of the water, saving it's life.

The animal crawled underneath Tucker's legs, hiding from the rain and the storm.

They paddled him all the way to shore through the storm and let him go.

Absolutely awesome!!!!!! ❤️

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

A 92-year-old North Carolina man got so bored 2 months into retirement that he applied to work at Chick-fil-A...

...his smile, kindness, and passion for Jesus became so contagious that when he got sick and missed 3 days of work, an ENTIRE TOWN began asking where he was.

His name is Gilbert Martin.

Everybody calls him "Mr. Gil."

Mr. Gil is 92 years old, and works at the Chick-fil-A on Oleander Drive in Wilmington, NC.

He spent decades working in the natural gas industry and when he retired, he greeted people at Sam's Club for 12 MORE years, until they eliminated his position.

Most people would call that a sign to finally rest, but not Mr. Gil!

Two months into retirement, he got bored... so he walked into Chick-fil-A and put in an application.

He was 86 years old at the time.

He's been there ever since.

Not one or two shifts a week either. Monday through Friday.

He says the full schedule gives him more chances to be there for people who need him.

His official job is dining host.
Clean tables.
Clean floors.

But Mr Gil doesn't see it that way... as he describes it, his real job is:

"I get a lot of people that are coming in, just been to the doctor, and got bad news... I'm able to be an encourager; the Lord gave me that."

A 92-year-old man who could be resting at home... chooses to stand in a dining room five days a week... so strangers on the worst day of their lives don't have to be alone.

And Wilmington noticed.

When Mr. Gil caught a cold and missed a couple of days, the owner said he was FLOODED with HUNDREDS of customers who were panicked about him.

Mr. Gil has zero plans to retire.

He says if you ever see him working, come say hi.

"I don't know what 92 is supposed to feel like, but I feel great. Serving others has always brought me joy because I believe that a smile and a kind word can make someone's day a little brighter.”

We need more of this in the world!!!!

[Sarah Adams @sarahadams]

The biggest lesson I learned in intelligence had nothing to do with secrets. People often assume intelligence is about having access to classified information. It isn't.

The best intel officers I worked with weren't successful because they knew more than everyone else. They were successful because they noticed the little things that others overlooked.

Before the attacks on September 11th, there were clues. Before COVID became a global pandemic, there were clues. Before Russia invaded Ukraine, there were clues. Before the Taliban rapidly retook Afghanistan, there were clues.

The problem wasn't that there was no information. The problem was that the information wasn't connected, prioritized, or ACTED upon.

Good intelligence starts by asking different questions.

What changed?

What's missing?

Why now?

Who benefits?

Those same questions matter just as much outside the intelligence world.

Whether you're evaluating a news story, making a business decision, preparing for hurricane season, or simply trying to understand what's happening around you, the goal isn't to know everything. It's to recognize patterns before everyone else does.

One unusual event rarely tells you much. But when several small indicators all begin pointing in the same direction, that's when you should pay attention. Your goal is not to predict the future, it's to reduce a surprise.

The next time a major story breaks, don't immediately ask whether it's true or false.

Ask:

(1) What do we actually know?
(2) What information is still missing?
(3) Who benefits from this narrative?
(4) Has something like this happened before?
(5) What would change my mind?

Most people consume information.

Think like an analyst instead.

The world doesn't need more opinions. It needs more people willing to slow down, ask better questions, and pay attention.