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[John Rich🇺🇸 @johnrich]

I had a conversation with Buddy last week...gonna get this man to Nashville soon. What a voice! What a hat:) @TenGallonTroub Check him out👇

[Catturd ™ @catturd2]

That’s what I’m talking about.

[CathyJ51 @J51Cathy]

@JesusIsMyKingX Amen!

[CathyJ51 @J51Cathy]

@QueenAnitaDBS Yesss!!

[CathyJ51 @J51Cathy]

@FBIDDBongino God Bless you Dan, thank you for your service!!

[Catturd ™ @catturd2]

More of this please. Awesome.

[Christian Tweets @JesusSavesUs777]

Jesus is the Reason for the Season!

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"I'm Big Joe. 58. Long-haul trucker.
Been driving 18-wheelers for 34 years. Sleep in my cab. Eat at truck stops. Talk on CB radio to stay awake.
Lonely job. But someone's gotta move America's stuff.
Two years ago, I'm driving through Nebraska. 2 a.m. See a car pulled over. Hazards on.
Woman standing outside. Looking scared.
I pulled over. She backed away when she saw me. I'm 6'4", 280 pounds, covered in tattoos. I get it.
"Ma'am, I'm not stopping to hurt you. I'm stopping to help. What's wrong?"
Her car died. Phone dead. She'd been there three hours. Nobody stopped.
"Where you headed?"
"Hospital. Omaha. My daughter's in emergency surgery. I have to get there."
No hesitation. "Get in. I'll take you."
"In your truck?"
"Safest vehicle on this highway."
She hesitated. Then got in.
Drove her 60 miles out of my way. Got her there in time. She hugged me hard.
"Nobody stops anymore," she cried. "Thank you for seeing me."
Got back on the road. Couldn't stop thinking about it.
Got on the CB. Told other truckers. "We see everything out here. We should do something."
Started a code. "Code Angel" we call it. When truckers see someone broken down, stranded, in trouble, we stop. We help.
Word spread. Truckers across the country joined.
Last year, we helped 1,200 people. Dead batteries. Out of gas. Medical emergencies. Domestic violence victims escaping. Runaways needing safe transport to shelters.
We've got a network now. Truckers, CB radio, truck stops. Someone needs help? We mobilize.
Saved six lives last year. People broken down in dangerous spots. Diabetics in crisis. A kidnapping victim we spotted and reported.
But here's my favorite story.
Last month, I'm at a truck stop. Young kid approaches me. Maybe 19. Scared.
"Are you Big Joe?"
"Yeah."
"You know how to ride in a truck?"
His eyes filled. "You'd help me?"
"That's what we do."
I didn't go to San Francisco. But I got him to a trucker who was. She took him the rest of the way.
He made it. Safe.
Now there's 4,000 truckers in Code Angel. We've got an app. Dispatchers. Resources.
News called us "Guardian Angels of the Highway."
But we're just truckers. Doing what's right.
That woman in Nebraska? Her daughter survived surgery. She sends me Christmas cards every year.
The kid I helped? He's in college now. Studying social work. Says he wants to help invisible people like truckers helped him.
I'm Big Joe. I drive a truck. Sleep in parking lots. Smell like diesel.
But I learned something.
The loneliest roads are where people need help most. And the scariest-looking people are sometimes the ones who stop.
So tomorrow, if you break down, if you're stranded, if you're running from something bad,
Look for the trucks. We're watching. We're listening.
We might look rough. But we'll get you home.
Because the highway doesn't have to be lonely.
Not when 4,000 truckers refuse to drive past people in trouble."
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Let this story reach more hearts....
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By Grace Jenkins

[Benny Johnson @bennyjohnson]

Everybody stop and watch what President Trump just posted.

This is EXACTLY what we’re fighting for.

The American Dream is:
- White picket fences
- Rocking chairs on the porch
- Kids playing in the yard
- An American flag out front
- Family dinners

All under the same roof of a home that YOU own.

Without a home, you can’t have any of this. You can’t have a family, you can’t have grandkids—the things that bring true happiness.

That’s why we’re working so hard to make homeownership great again.

We must fight against the generational destruction of the American Dream and reclaim it for future generations.

This is the battle.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.

One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."

He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."

The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."

Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."

So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."

Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson

[The White House @WhiteHouse]

Blessed are the peacemakers.

[CathyJ51 @J51Cathy]

@catturd2 Augie!

[CathyJ51 @J51Cathy]

@WallStreetApes Wow! I'm 73 still working part-time to supplement SS I wish I could have 12000.00 in food stamps

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

I think Trump just realized what Charlie built.

Historic.

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All for @charliekirk11.

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