In Texas I went to a game where the entire student side of the stadium did not sit down for four hours.
I assumed the seats were broken. I checked the one next to me. It worked.
I asked a student named Tyler why nobody was sitting.
He said, "In case they need us."
That was the whole answer. In my land we have a saying, always on the battlefield. A samurai does not lounge in the presence of a lord who may call him. He stands, so that when the call comes there is no distance between the call and the man.
Here were thirty thousand of them. Standing. In case.
I asked Tyler how often they are needed.
He thought about it. "Once."
Once. In 1922. The team was running out of healthy men, and a student named Gill was called down out of the stands. He put on an injured player's uniform and stood on the sideline, ready, for the rest of the game. He never went in. They won without him.
That is the whole origin. A man who did not play. A hundred years of standing for a man who did not play.
So I stood. I am not a student. I was not going to be called under any reading of the rules. My knees began filing complaints in the third quarter and I ignored them, because Tyler was nineteen and had stood through every home game for three years and had never once been called, and was not bitter about it, and was in fact eating nachos.
Nobody was called. Nobody has been called since 1922. The knees of Texas do not care.
In my land we say be ready at every moment.
Texas built thirty thousand seats and refuses to use them.
Madeline Amy Sweeney knew the plane had been hijacked. Instead of panicking, she started gathering information.
On the morning of September 11, 2001, the 35-year-old American Airlines flight attendant was working aboard Flight 11, a Boeing 767 traveling from Boston to Los Angeles.
Not long after takeoff, something was terribly wrong.
The cockpit stopped responding.
Passengers were being attacked.
Crew members were injured.
The aircraft was no longer under the control of its pilots.
As chaos unfolded around her, Sweeney managed to connect to an American Airlines operations center using an Airfone. On the other end was supervisor Michael Woodward.
What followed would become one of the most important eyewitness accounts from inside a hijacked aircraft.
Sweeney didn't waste precious moments focusing on her own fate.
Instead, she began relaying information.
Carefully.
Clearly.
Methodically.
She described the men who had taken over the plane.
She gave their seat assignments.
She reported injuries among passengers and crew.
She explained that a passenger had been stabbed.
Every detail mattered.
Even as she faced the reality that she might never leave the aircraft alive, she continued feeding information to authorities.
According to later accounts, Woodward was struck by how calm and composed she remained. Her voice was steady. Her descriptions were precise.
Then she provided information that would later prove critical to investigators.
She identified Mohamed Atta as one of the hijackers and supplied details about the others involved.
As Flight 11 headed toward New York City, Sweeney stayed on the line, continuing to report what she could see.
At 8:46 a.m., the plane slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center.
Everyone on board was killed.
Sweeney was just 35 years old.
The information she provided during those final minutes became some of the earliest and most valuable evidence available to investigators trying to understand what had happened.
She couldn't regain control of the aircraft.
She couldn't stop the hijackers.
She couldn't save herself.
But she could help others understand what was unfolding.
And she did.
Until the very end.
Madeline Sweeney left behind her husband and two young children—her son, Jack, who was four, and her daughter, Anna, who was seven.
They never saw her again.
Yet in the face of unimaginable circumstances, she chose to remain focused, courageous, and selfless.
Trapped aboard a hijacked plane with no way out, Madeline Amy Sweeney spent her final moments ensuring that the world would know exactly who had taken control of Flight 11—and what was happening inside it.
I recently achieved level 55, which was great: got +1 perk, I can wear brown robes, and I get +20% haggling so prices at some inns and pubs are cheaper! Been gaming since the Atari 2600 and loving it just as much now as I did then. You do you! Only you can define yourself and what makes you happy.
A woman received an automated $70 delivery of prescription dog food on her front porch.
Her dog had died three days earlier.
Grieving and overwhelmed, she called Chewy customer support asking if she could ship the unopened bag back for a refund.
Most ecommerce companies would generate an RMA slip, deduct shipping fees, and tell her to carry the 30-pound bag to a drop-off depot.The Chewy support agent refunded the entire $70 charge while they were still talking on the phone.
Then she gently asked her to donate the unopened bag to a local animal rescue instead of returning it.
The woman felt relieved and thanked the rep before hanging up.
Two days later, the doorbell rang.Standing outside was a local florist holding a bouquet of fresh flowers with a handwritten card signed by the Chewy agent offering condolences for her dog.
Chewy sends over 10,000 handwritten cards and custom floral deliveries every single year to grieving pet owners.
Spreadsheet purists would cut that budget line immediately.
That quiet line item is the exact reason customers stay with them for life.I owned restaurants for a decade.
Learning about this type of service was one of the most important lessons I took with me.
Treating people with genuine empathy during difficult moments builds relationships no marketing budget can replicate.
P.S. Chewy empowers reps to send full refunds, donation requests, and flowers to grieving pet parents.
P.P.S. This post is educational content based on real events to share customer service lessons.
Here are the 6z spaghetti models for Invest 97L. The track has shifted south to be very near Houston. This also allows for additional time over water, which is never good in the Gulf.
Working with Dolly on “Home Sweet Home” was one of the true highlights of our career. We can still hear her voice saying, “Well, how about that, Dolly and Mötley at #1?”
Thank you for the music, the laughter, the kindness and the inspiration, Dolly.
Our deepest condolences to her family, friends, and fans around the world.
With love and respect,
Mötley Crüe
I'm sorry we never got a chance to meet, but getting this note from Dolly really had a an impact on me. She definitely didn't have to take the time to do it. Even for a kid who mostly listened to rap music, she was an icon. A superstar in every sense. Rest easy Dolly. And thank you for the kind words.
Boys, we have to talk.
Half Life 2 on DLSS 5 Neural Rendering.
We have to talk...this just...this just breaths new life into old games. It makes me want to replay them all now.
Follower Flavio made a mod to get it to work and yeah..see for yourself.
Dolly once wrote me a letter asking if I’d listen to a song she’d written and consider singing it with her. The truth is, I didn’t even listen before I said yes. When Dolly Parton asks, you say yes.
When God made Dolly, He broke the mold.
This one really hurts. 💔
A legendary voice actor known to so many of us as the voice of Optimus Prime, but also someone who became a small yet memorable part of World of Warcraft history.
Peter Cullen was the original narrator for the E3 trailers for World of Warcraft, helping introduce the game to the world with that unmistakable voice.
Thank you for the memories and for lending your legendary voice to so many iconic moments. You will be missed. ❤️
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