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[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

相手のことだけ考えれば敵を利することになる。 自分のことだけ考えれば人を傷つけることになる。 全ての道を一緒に歩くことはできないが、暗い道はいっしょにいた方が良い。

友よ。

[FeelGoodThoughts @feelgoodtale]

At age 17, she was rejected from college.
At age 25, her mother died from disease.
At age 26, she moved to Portugal to teach English.
At age 27, she got married.
Her husband abused her. Despite this, her daughter was born.
At age 28, she got divorced and was diagnosed with severe depression.
At age 29, she was a single mother living on welfare.
At age 30, she didn't want to be on this earth.
But, she directed all her passion into doing the one thing she could do better than anyone else.
And that was writing.
At age 31, she finally published her first book.
At age 35, she had released 4 books, and was named Author of the Year.
At age 42, she sold 11 million copies of her new book, on the first day of release.
This woman is J.K. Rowling. Remember how she considered suicide at age 30?
Today, Harry Potter is a global brand worth more than $15 billion dollars.
Never give up. Believe in yourself. Be passionate. Work hard. It’s never too late.
She is J.K. Rowling

[Giorgia Meloni @GiorgiaMeloni]

Un anno fa veniva ucciso Charlie Kirk. Aveva appena 31 anni ed era, ancora una volta, in mezzo ai giovani, in un’università, a fare quello che aveva scelto di fare per tutta la sua vita pubblica: confrontarsi, discutere, difendere le proprie idee.

Charlie aveva fatto della fede, della libertà di parola e del confronto la propria cifra. Era un cristiano convinto, un marito, un padre, un ragazzo capace di parlare a una generazione intera senza sottrarsi mai al dibattito, anche con chi la pensava in modo opposto.

È stato assassinato proprio mentre esercitava quella libertà.

A un anno di distanza, il modo migliore per ricordarlo è non lasciare che prevalga l’odio che ha cercato di zittirlo. Continuare a credere che le idee si affrontano con altre idee, che il dissenso non è un nemico da eliminare e che la fede può essere vissuta senza paura e senza vergogna.

Charlie Kirk non c’è più. Ma ciò per cui ha vissuto continua a parlare.
E merita di essere ricordato.

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@kantei 法は統治者の為になるものであり民が自ら定めたものである。法が被治者のためのものであったり統治者が被治者に定めたものであるならば、誰が法を擁護し、法に従うであろうか。

[Perle @veritebeaute]

Quelques minutes après que le vol United Airlines 175 se soit écrasé contre la tour Sud du World Trade Center, Welles Crowther, un jeune homme de seulement 24 ans, laissa un message vocal à sa mère.

« Maman, c’est Welles. Je voulais juste te dire que je vais bien. »

Ce fut son dernier appel, une ultime preuve d’amour et de réassurance.

Welles travaillait comme courtier financier au 104ᵉ étage. Mais lorsque le chaos éclata, il ne pensa pas à sa propre sécurité. Il fit un choix conscient : descendre au cœur même de la destruction.

Arrivé au 78ᵉ étage, au milieu de l’horreur, il cessa d’être simplement un homme d’affaires. Il devint quelque chose de plus — le héros que le monde allait connaître sous le nom de « l’homme au bandana rouge ».

Il noua un simple foulard rouge sur son visage, non pas pour se cacher, mais pour pouvoir respirer dans la fumée épaisse et suffocante. Avec ce morceau de tissu, il commença à guider des survivants à travers les débris et les ténèbres.

Welles porta une femme blessée dans ses bras sur quinze étages. Puis, sans hésiter, il remonta. Il sauva une autre personne, puis encore une autre. Il fit ce chemin héroïque de sauvetage encore et encore.

« Tous ceux qui peuvent se lever, levez-vous maintenant. Et si vous pouvez aider les autres, faites-le », dit-il. Sa voix était un phare de calme et de détermination au milieu de la peur et du chaos. Il ne cria pas, il ne s’enfuit pas.

Il agit simplement, avec un courage et une empathie presque incroyables — un instinct de protection que rien ne peut enseigner.

Le corps de Welles fut retrouvé quelques jours plus tard, aux côtés d’un groupe de pompiers, un outil de secours à la main. Il montait une dernière fois.

Ling Young, une survivante qu’il avait sauvée, parla de lui en des mots simples et bouleversants :

« C’est mon ange gardien. Car sans lui, nous serions restés coincés là, à attendre l’effondrement. »

Welles Crowther sauva au moins 12 vies ce jour-là. Il mourut avec ce bandana rouge sur le visage, devenu le symbole de son sacrifice silencieux mais éternel.

Certains héros deviennent des légendes. D’autres, des chefs. Mais les plus grands héros sont parfois des gens ordinaires qui, avec un simple bandana rouge, nous rappellent que la force la plus puissante du monde est l’amour et la volonté de sauver autrui.

[A Gene Robinson @AlGeneRobi96834]

She was 27 years old.

Twenty-seven.

An age when you are supposed to be planning what comes next, not making peace with the end.

Her name was Honor Elizabeth Wainio.

Everyone called her Lizz.

And on September 11, 2001, in the final minutes of her life, Lizz did something almost incomprehensible.

She tried to comfort everyone else.

Just two days earlier, she had been in Paris.

She had walked the Champs-Élysées. She had attended a friend’s wedding in Florence. She had stepped inside a church and lit a candle for her grandmother.

She once told her mother that if she ever got to see Paris, she could die happy.

She had no idea how haunting those words would become.

On September 11, Lizz boarded United Airlines Flight 93 in Newark, headed for San Francisco.

She had a career. People who loved her. Plans waiting for her on the other side of that flight.

Then, at 9:28 that morning, everything changed.

The cockpit was overtaken. The aircraft plunged. Passengers were forced toward the rear.

Then the people aboard Flight 93 began making phone calls.

And they learned the truth.

Other aircraft had struck the World Trade Center. Another had struck the Pentagon.

Suddenly these ordinary Americans understood something terrifying.

Nobody was coming to negotiate their way out of this.

Their airplane itself was the weapon.

Someone handed Lizz a phone and told her:

“Call someone you love.”

Think about that sentence.

Not call the police.

Not call your employer.

Not call somebody who can fix this.

Call someone you love.

Because time was disappearing.

Lizz called her stepmother, Esther.

And somehow, with everything happening around her, this 27-year-old woman turned her attention away from herself.

She said:

“This is going to be so much harder for you than it is for me.”

That sentence wrecks me.

Because imagine the love required to stare directly into your own final moments and think first about the people who will have to wake up tomorrow without you.

Lizz wasn’t asking to be comforted.

She was comforting them.

She told Esther:

“I’m gonna be with Grandma.”

The same grandmother for whom she had lit a candle in Europe only days earlier.

There is something almost numinous about that.

Then, aboard Flight 93, ordinary people began doing something extraordinary.

They understood what was happening.

They understood what the hijackers intended.

And they made a decision.

If they could not save themselves, they might still save people they would never meet.

Parents.

Children.

Secretaries.

Police officers.

Tourists.

People walking through Washington who would never know the names of the strangers fighting for them thousands of feet above Pennsylvania.

Flight attendant Sandra Bradshaw told her husband she was preparing boiling water.

Todd Beamer prayed the Lord’s Prayer.

Then came the words America would remember:

“Let’s roll.”

These were not soldiers boarding that airplane that morning.

They were ordinary Americans.

They had luggage.

Appointments.

Families.

Wedding memories.

Vacations.

Coffee cups.

Plans for Wednesday.

And suddenly history placed an impossible burden upon them.

They carried it anyway.

Lizz returned to the phone one final time.

“They’re getting ready to break into the cockpit. I have to go. I love you. Good-bye.”

Read those words slowly.

“I have to go.”

She knew where she was going.

She knew what those passengers were preparing to do.

And still:

“I love you.”

At 10:03 a.m., Flight 93 came down in a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

It never reached Washington.

Forty passengers and crew did not come home.

But countless other Americans did.

That distinction matters.

Today, at the Flight 93 National Memorial, the Tower of Voices contains 40 wind chimes.

Forty individual voices.

Forty human beings.

Not statistics.

Not merely names carved into stone.

Sons.

Daughters.

Mothers.

Fathers.

Husbands.

Wives.

Friends.

[Gunther Eagleman™ @GuntherEagleman]

🚨 SICKENING: I’m sick and tired of watching churches burn.

Now a historic Cleveland house of worship dating back to the 1890s has been reduced to ruins. More than a century of history, gone.

And Christians are supposed to just shrug and move along?

No. Every church fire deserves a serious investigation. If it’s an accident, prove it. If it’s arson, hunt down whoever did it and prosecute them to the fullest extent of the law.

Christians should never become numb to attacks on our churches.

Enough is enough.

Protect our churches. Defend our faith. Demand answers.

[Desiree @DesireeAmerica4]

Americans are waiting until 30+ to tie the knot, but Denmark takes being single personally.

​If you turn 25 unmarried in Denmark, your friends tie you to a pole and douse you in cinnamon. Still single at 30? They upgrade to black pepper.

[RadioGenoa @RadioGenoa]

A North African Muslim criminal robbed an elderly woman in Barcelona and was caught and beaten by Spanish patriots.

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

The judge who released the migrant who kept r*ping women and has 20+ priors is Judge Cinty Truong who’s from Vietnam.

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@MIKITO_777 花が咲いたを「白い絹のようなものが顔をのぞかせた」とか言ったり、「花弁が変態した」（？）とか。花が女性を意味することもあるから別の言い方、花がどの部分を指してるか曖昧だから別の言い方もある。失せろ（殺すを含む）では美ではなさそう。

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

レイプ犯は悪いと思うけど、レイプ犯のいなくなった社会を作ればいい。そして、レイプがなくても社会は良くなるということを証明すればレイプ犯は社会に必要がなかったということになる。もし葉が生え枯れ落ちて次の葉がでるようにレイプが次のステージに進むならその枝を切るべき。

[まふらーちゃん @zru6zz]

いろんなことがあるたびにおもう

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@narumi_keiji 法律の規定によって市民権を侵害しないかわりに個人の職責によって市民の日常生活に不安を起こすのは、犯罪意識を消却するのでなく、犯罪意識を市民に責任転嫁している点で加害者にマイナスになるよ

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@narumi_keiji 人にこれをしてもいいと、悪いと判断できないなら自分を律した方がいい。人がなんでそうなるのが説明できないが価値観があってほしいというのが信じられない。どうしても片一方は守って片一方は守らないみたい。発信が守られてるのが信じられない。

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@tsuisoku777 こういうのは中国人のように日本人を嫌ってるからサポートが必要なんだよ。自分の子供のことを考えてみろよ。人の心があったらどうする？国を支配していかなきゃならないのに親のようにならなかったらどうしようかと思ってるよきっと

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@valentine_hoso 女に言われたらこれは企業のプロモーションかなと思ってみてしまうし法務省も公認だからね。男だってじゃあ決着はどうする？怒鳴り合いにするってなるなら、いや遠慮しとくって私は言うかも。この飴と鞭。飴私は舐めます。鞭なら私はいいです。右にも左にもこういう人がいるんだからやってられないよね

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@WhiteHouse Japan’s sin is this: it began doing wrong so young that it no longer knows it is wrong. The curse is simply, “I don’t care how—just suffer.” It is not punishment for one particular sin, but for everything.

[Be Believing @Be_Believing]

The exact moment you learn consequences are real..

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@henachoco_mote 何でもいいから誰でもいいが彼らの庇護者になってくれ。この方は相手がアホなのをいい事に相手達の仲間の主張まで切り捨てろと言い出している。他方この野郎は自分が言ってないことまで欲してる。十円のものと千円するものを交換せよと言ってる。この中に商人はいないか？弱者と狡猾な人を裁く調停者が

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@takaki_takehana 人が言うのは簡単だけど見ている方はハラハラだけする。待ってみるとわかるが人は結末までみない。放送から得られる対価は出演者（プレデター）に対して分けられる。我々の関心を高めたのはメディアだけ。でも結果として高まった分は世の中を変えるものではない。

[C @jpaaashadwkey2]

@females_db_park 子どもが可哀そう、ゲームを買ってあげよう。外に出ると子供が恐がってる、私がついていってあげよう。子供を自分で苦しめて、子供を自分で「守ると言う」。こいつその手の母親に媚び売って何する気だ？男の手足切って、女を性奴隷にでもするのか？中国だかエリートだか知らないが人間傷つけて得意だな