People don’t understand how famous Michael Jackson was. Nobody else came close. He was known in every 3rd world country as well as the west. He couldn’t PA at nightclubs or restaurants like other celebs. No sitting court side at NBA games or ring side at boxing events. Why? Because fans would just cause chaos and shut the place down. People don’t understand that level of fame.
The whole world tuned in to watch the thriller premier, before social media and YouTube etc. He could sing, dance, choreograph, hardly did interviews, aura was another level, world leaders would ask to meet him. Roads shut down when he was staying at hotels etc.
Nobody before or since can compare, stop these lame comparisons. People used to faint when they saw him in person. It was insane and unheard of. There will only be one Michael Jackson and never again will we witness such talent and aura. Never.
I want to be rich. But not Lamborghini
or Rolex rich, I want to be rich enough to go to the gym at 3pm and nobody can tell me no. To tap the family in front of me at the supermarket and say, "It's on me," Rich enough that my future wife never has to worry about getting a job. Rich enough to show my children the world, not pictures of it. Rich enough to take my friends to dinner and say, "| got this", Rich enough that God uses me to help the people who are in need. That's my version of rich.
Pep Guardiola speaking for the children of Gaza during the ‘ACT X PALESTINE’ charity event in Barcelona: “Good evening, Salem Aleykoum!
I seen a child recording himself, pleading ‘where is my mother?’ among the rubble, and he still doesn’t know [what’s happened to his mother]. And I always think: what must they [the children] be thinking?
I think we have left them alone, abandoned. I always imagine them saying, ‘Where are you? Come help us’. And so far, even now, we haven’t done it.”
Sir Lewis Hamilton: "The time I spent in Jordan visiting a hospital and aid packaging facility dedicated to helping people in Gaza was life changing."
"When you see what's happening on the ground, it can be so easy to feel hopeless and like there's nothing we can do to help. I thought that feeling of hopelessness would've been what I took away from my visit, but it wasn't."
"What resonated the most was the spirit of resilience and humanity. The spirit of the families fighting for their survival. The spirit of doctors working tirelessly to save them. The spirit of the teams from the British Red Cross, Jordan Red Crescent and the Palestine Red Crescent Societies doing everything they can to deliver aid. We would all benefit from their spirit of resilience and their determination to help those who need it."
"Help is possible, ending this suffering is possible, but the trickle of aid currently reaching Gaza is nowhere near enough. Humanitarian organisations must be allowed to reach the places where help is needed, and they desperately need us to use our voices, and our donations, to help them do so. If you can, join me in donating to the British Red Cross or any of the incredible charities continuing to deliver care, dignity and hope to the people in Gaza and please, do not stop talking about this. We must keep lending our voices and our attention to this crisis. We must continue to speak up for what is right."
i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a rolex or a lamborghini.
i want to be rich so i can control my time and go to the gym at 3pm on a monday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so i can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that's my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.
I’ve been a cop for 15 years. I pulled a guy over last night. He was doing 85 in a 55. Weaving. I walked up to the window ready to write a reckless driving ticket. Maybe even take him in. When he rolled down the window, he wasn't drunk. He was shaking. "My daughter," he gasped. "She's at Children's Hospital. The chemo isn't working. They called... they said I need to hurry." I looked at his eyes. You can’t fake that kind of terror. I folded my ticket book. "Follow me," I said. I got back in my cruiser, flipped on the lights and sirens, and I escorted him the 20 miles to the hospital. I cleared every intersection for him. We made a 30-minute trip in 15. He ran inside without looking back. I waited in the parking lot for an hour. Just in case. He came out later, saw me, and walked over. He looked hollowed out. "Did I make it?" I asked. "Yeah," he whispered. "I got to hold her hand while she went. You got me there." He tried to shake my hand, but he collapsed into my arms instead. Sometimes, to serve and protect means breaking the speed limit.
I was in the grocery store today and the man in front of me… his card kept declining. He had two kids with him and they were slowly putting their items back one by one. He kept whispering, “Daddy’s trying. I’m sorry.” Then the lady behind me tapped him and said, “Put everything back in the cart. All of it. Kids shouldn’t feel their parent’s stress.” She paid the whole bill and walked off like it was nothing—no bragging, no camera, no attention. Just pure humanity. People like that still exist and they deserve every blessing coming their way.