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[Today in History @TodayinHistory]

Historic!

This is the highest quality video ever taken of the moon!

[Bob Lonsberry @BobLonsberry]

The radio our downed airmen used in Iran was made by @BoeingDefense, but the radios used by the Navy SEALS who jumped in to rescue the weapons officer were made by @L3HarrisTech in red, white and blue Rochester NY.

[Michael & Rebecca @Michaeljos92972]

The Quiet After Everything.
by Michael Whelan

This is the quietest I’ve ever been.
Not the kind of quiet you get when the TV is off or the phones stop ringing. Not the polite kind. This is a deeper quiet—the kind that settles into your bones after the noise has finally told the truth.
We’ve gone through almost the entire house now.
Room by room. Drawer by drawer. Closet by closet. The three of us—my brother, my sister, and me—moving through a lifetime as if it were both fragile and overdue. We cleaned. We sorted. We let go of what no longer belonged to this version of life. And in the process, we tried to build something that still honored Rebecca… not as she was at the end, but as she lived—vibrant, beautiful, impossibly present.
There’s a difference between cleaning a house and confronting one.
This was confrontation.
Five hundred pictures. Maybe more. I stopped counting somewhere between the smiles and the gut punches. Every photo a time machine. Every time machine a risk. There she was—laughing, cooking, holding one of the animals like it was the most important creature on Earth. There we were—young, invincible, unaware of what time was quietly planning.
You don’t flip through memories like that.
You survive them.
And for the first time since she’s been gone, it was just us. No visitors. No casseroles. No comforting distractions. Just blood, history, and the kind of silence that doesn’t let you hide.
It was great.
And it was hard.
Because somewhere between the boxes and the photographs, something else surfaced—things we had buried. Not forgotten… just buried. Decades of unspoken words. Misunderstandings that calcified into quiet resentments. Moments we told ourselves didn’t matter anymore.
They mattered.
They were sitting there in the room with us, just waiting to be acknowledged.
At first, it came out sideways. A comment here. A tone there. You could feel it—the tension rising like humidity before a storm. Old patterns knocking on the door, asking if we were going to pretend again.
But today, we didn’t.
Today, we did something different. Something harder.
We talked.
Not perfectly. Not elegantly. But honestly. Civilly. Painfully. We said things that had been waiting thirty, forty years for oxygen. We listened—really listened—not to respond, but to understand where the hurt had lived all this time.
It wasn’t pretty.
It wasn’t easy.
But it was necessary.
Because what we realized—maybe for the first time—is that time doesn’t erase anything. It just gives wounds better hiding places. And the only way past them isn’t around… it’s through.
So we went through.
A long, hard, tough, cathartic day.
And somewhere in the middle of it, something shifted. Not dramatically. Not with fireworks or some cinematic moment where everything suddenly makes sense. No—this was quieter than that.
It was a softening.
A loosening.
A recognition that we’re all just carrying our versions of the same story… and none of us got out of it untouched.
By the end of the day, the house felt different.
Lighter.
Not because there was less stuff—but because there was less weight.
We honored Rebecca in every room, not just with what we kept, but with what we finally let go. Because love isn’t holding on to everything. Sometimes, it’s knowing what to release so the spirit of it all can breathe.
And now, as the night settles in, I sit here in this new quiet.
Exhausted.
Emptied out.
But somehow… clearer.
The kind of quiet that doesn’t come from absence—but from truth finally being spoken out loud.
For the first time in a long time, there’s nothing left to push down.
Just this moment.
Just this breath.
Just this quiet. 💙

[🎸 Rock History 🎸 @historyrock_]

Slash, Duff McKagan, Chad Smith, Andrew Watt and Post Malone paying tribute to Ozzy Osbourne at 2026 Grammy Awards

[Nature Unedited @NatureUnedited]

Man discovered that skunks sound like muppets and found it's the cutest thing ever

[The Sigma Mindset @thesigmamindset]

Most people don't get the things they want in their life for this very reason ‼️‼️

[Frog and Toad @frogandtoadbook]

Doing nothing with the right person is actually doing everything.🌿

[Dr. M.F. Khan @Dr_TheHistories]

It is said that in 1954, in a military hospital in Japan, a young American soldier lay motionless on a gurney—his back broken, his face turned downward. He couldn’t sit up. He couldn’t even turn his head. All he could see was the floor, the cold edge of the bed, and a worn pillow that kept him more company than anyone else. His days were made of silence, the sharp smell of disinfectant, and hours that seemed to have no end.

Then she entered the room.

Marilyn Monroe.

She was touring to visit American troops, moving through wards filled with wounds and exhaustion—bringing with her a light that seemed out of place in such surroundings. A warm breath in a space built of bandages and pain.

When she reached that soldier, she understood immediately: he couldn’t see her. At all. He couldn’t lift himself, couldn’t turn, couldn’t “take part” like the others. He couldn’t even look at the face of the most famous woman in the room.

But Marilyn didn’t make it awkward. She didn’t ask for help. She didn’t look for a camera or a sensational headline. She simply knelt down, leaned forward, and gently slipped her face beneath the gurney—so that she appeared upside down, right within his field of vision.

And there she was.

He smiled. And she smiled back.

For a few seconds, pain loosened its grip. The war was no longer the war. The hospital was no longer just a hospital. That young man was no longer “patient number who-knows-what.” He was simply a person—truly seen by another human being.

No applause. No rehearsed joke. No posed moment. Just a simple, deeply human truth:

If someone cannot rise to see you—you lower yourself so they can see you.

The photograph said to have come from that moment does not show a diva. It shows something rarer: a quiet empathy, strong enough to change the air in a room.

Because sometimes true greatness isn’t under the spotlight—it’s in the willingness to kneel and lift someone’s spirit, even if only for an instant.

© Reddit

#drthehistories

[Shining Science @ShiningScience]

🚨 Research shows repeated complaining physically rewires your brain to prioritize stress and negativity.

The way we speak about our daily challenges does more than just vent frustration; it physically alters the architecture of the brain.

When we engage in chronic complaining, we repeatedly activate neural networks responsible for detecting threats and processing stress.

Through the biological process of neuroplasticity, these circuits become stronger and more efficient every time they are used. Essentially, the brain learns to become more adept at finding things to be unhappy about, turning a temporary mood into a permanent biological predisposition toward negativity and fear-based thinking.

As these negative pathways become the brain's default setting, individuals often experience a measurable increase in baseline stress levels and emotional volatility. This heightened sensitivity means that even minor inconveniences can trigger an intense stress response because the brain has been conditioned to interpret the world through a lens of threat. Findings discussed by the Stanford University School of Medicine emphasize that while this mechanism is powerful, understanding the science of affective neuroscience is the first step in consciously redirecting those pathways toward more resilient emotional patterns.

Source: Stanford University School of Medicine. (2023). Neural Plasticity and the Impact of Negative Thought Patterns on Emotional Regulation. Stanford Medicine News.

[Massimo @Rainmaker1973]

Why some British homes still use thatched roofs

[Old Time Football 🏈 @Ol_TimeFootball]

Rich Stadium, the newest and most modern facility in the #NFL
34 climate controlled suites
38 concession stands
Team facility
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[Jason McCourty @JasonMcCourty]

What a scene in Buffalo. No one left their seats when the game was over. Highlights played on the Jumbotron and fans sat in appreciation!

Honored to have been a part of the broadcast closing out the home stadium since 1973!

[Love Music @khnh80044]

Do you like this song?🤔🤔
A timeless classic! The music of that era is so nostalgic~
💥Petula Clark - Downtown💖

[Make L.A. Great Again 🇺🇸 @lalovestrump]

French bakery owner in Arizona calls out influencer that tried to bully her …It’s disgusting how some of these food influencers operate

The bakery owner video got over 3 million views

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She "accidentally" STOLE the Car 🚗 😂

[Juan Carlos Peiro Fdez @cubanolibre48]

Cuando #Cuba florecía antes del totalitarismo castrista!

[Baba @Inc051]

The best wedding speech you’d ever hear in your life. 🥹🤭