⚠️😦South Africans have been robbed
Yesterday we went for a simple stroll.
Nothing extraordinary. Just my wife, my daughter, me... and "Sputnik" strapped to my wheelchair, hoping it would actually keep my phone in place so I could film.
I'll make another post about the park itself.
Today, I want to talk about something else.
I can't shake the feeling that we were robbed.
Not robbed by a thief in the night.
Robbed one day at a time. Like South African President puts it "Boiling Frogs"
Robbed of the freedom to simply walk without looking over your shoulder.
Robbed of the peace that comes from letting your child run ahead without your heart racing.
Robbed of the little moments that most people don't even realize are precious.
Children robbed of their childhood
As we rolled through a clean, beautiful park filled with children laughing, then continued through quiet neighborhoods with sidewalks on both sides of the road... houses without towering walls... American flags waving proudly in the breeze...
I had to stop.
I quietly separated myself from my wife and daughter because I could feel the tears coming.
Men are taught to hide them.
Yesterday, I couldn't.
All I could think about was my daughter.
She deserved this kind of childhood all along.
She deserved playgrounds where parents watch their children with smiles instead of fear. Most has been vandalized and is safety hazards, well that's if you could find one
She deserved to ride her bicycle without us wondering if she'd make it home safely.
She deserved to grow up believing the world was full of possibilities instead of precautions.
No child should have their innocence stolen by fear.
That is what breaks my heart.
Today we're incredibly thankful to call America home. Every single day reminds us what a gift safety, freedom, and opportunity truly are.
Sometimes you don't realize how heavy the chains were until they're finally gone.
If you've lived your whole life in America, I hope you never lose sight of what you have. Safe neighborhoods, parks filled with laughter, sidewalks that invite people outside, and the freedom to simply exist without constant fear are priceless blessings.
For many of us, these aren't ordinary things.
They're dreams we carried across an ocean.
I recorded our walk from my point of view. I sped it up a little, but I hope it lets you see what I saw...
Not just a neighborhood.
A future my daughter should have had from the very beginning. ❤️
As a white South African I’m truly grateful to be living in the safety of America.
I’m living my best life thriving in my job and farming cattle and sheep without daily fear of being tortured and murdered because I’m white.
America is Awesome!
God Bless America! 🇺🇸
LMAO! President Trump just threw on a bright red TRUMP 2028 HAT as he announces a "FOURTH TERM"
"Tonight, to show just how much I care about the press and I want to save your ratings, I'm pleased to announce my intention.. to run for a FOURTH TERM as president of the United States" 🤣
These people are going to have STROKES 😂
@viking_boer They are bitter liberals on there crying ignore them and block them all who complain. We are free to help those in need and keep on putting things on your list you are not doing anything wrong.
🚨WOW!!!
Every Tuesday and Thursday for EIGHT YEARS STRAIGHT, a 73-year-old grandfather has volunteered at a Virginia hospital NICU to hold babies fighting for their lives, some weighing under 2 POUNDS.
And before he lays each one down, he whispers the same blessing over every baby:
"Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind." ❤️
His name is Dave Whitlow. He's 73 years old.
He's not a doctor or a nurse. He's a retired government manager, a father of two, a grandfather of three... who decided his retirement belonged to the smallest, most fragile babies in Richmond VA.
Every visit, he holds five or six of them, babies smaller than a loaf of bread, whose parents can't be there every hour because they need to work.
So Dave is there and he's never once missed a day.
"It's the best gig I've ever had. It just feels right."
He doesn't just hold the babies, he says the job is holding up the exhausted parents and the worn-down nurses too. "It all kind of gets tied together, they need God's love too."
For 8 years, every single baby gets the same blessing before he lays them down:
"Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind."
Why those words?
"This is what I want from people in general."
He says that somewhere out there in the world are eight years of kids, currently walking, running, starting school, who will never know that when they were two pounds and fighting for every breath, he held them and spoke those words over their lives.
That brings him joy.
He calls that NICU a family he never expected and can't imagine leaving.
GOD BLESS Dave Whitlow.
Grow strong. Grow smart. Grow kind. 🇺🇸
🔹THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITALS KNOW. THEY HAVE KNOWN SINCE 2014. A PEDIATRIC ONCOLOGIST JUST SENT US HIS RESIGNATION LETTER. READ IT.
"To the Board of Directors, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. Effective immediately, I resign.
I have spent 19 years in pediatric oncology. I have treated 2,300 children with cancer. I have watched 814 of them die.
I am writing this letter because I cannot carry the weight of what I know for one more day.
In 2014, I was invited to a closed-door presentation at a medical conference in Geneva. The presentation was titled: 'Non-Invasive Electromagnetic Approaches to Pediatric Tumor Regression.' It was not listed in the public program.
The presenter — whose name I will not reveal for his safety — showed us data from 340 pediatric cancer cases treated with frequency-based therapy between 2009 and 2014:
— 312 out of 340 children achieved complete tumor remission
— Average treatment time: 3 sessions of 25 minutes each
— Side effects: ZERO
— Recurrence rate: 4%
— Age range: 2 to 16 years old
312 children. Cured. No chemotherapy. No radiation. No hair loss. No vomiting. No organ damage. No death.
I sat in that room with 40 other pediatric oncologists. We all saw the same data. We all understood what it meant.
Then we were told:
'This technology is not approved for civilian use. Any attempt to replicate, discuss, or disseminate these findings will result in immediate termination and criminal prosecution. You are bound by the non-disclosure terms of your conference registration.'
We went home. We went back to our hospitals. We went back to injecting children with chemotherapy that we KNEW was unnecessary.
I went back to Room 4B. That's where we do pediatric chemo at my hospital. Room 4B.
I went back to holding the hands of 6-year-olds while poison dripped into their veins.
I went back to telling mothers: 'We're doing everything we can.'
We were not doing everything we could. We were doing everything we were ALLOWED to do.
Since 2014, I have personally administered chemotherapy to 847 children.
I know — with absolute certainty — that at least 70% of them could have been cured in 75 minutes with zero pain.
Instead, I gave them 6-18 months of chemical torture. I watched their hair fall out. I watched them vomit until they had nothing left. I watched their parents sell their homes to pay for treatment that I KNEW was inferior to technology that already existed.
I watched 214 of those children die.
214 children. Dead. Since 2014. Under my care. While I knew.
I am not asking for forgiveness. There is no forgiveness for this.
I am asking for this letter to reach every parent who has ever been told 'there's nothing more we can do.' Because that sentence is a lie. It has been a lie since at least 2014.
There IS more they can do. There is a treatment that cures pediatric cancer in 75 minutes with zero side effects. It exists. It works. 312 children proved it works.
Your doctor knows. Your hospital knows. The board of directors knows.
They chose money over your child's life. I chose my career over your child's life.
I will not choose it one more day.
To the 214 families whose children I failed:
I am sorry. I am sorry I was a coward. I am sorry I chose silence. I am sorry I let the system convince me that obedience was the same as ethics.
It is not. Obedience killed your children. My obedience killed your children.
This letter is not enough. Nothing will ever be enough. But the silence ends today."
— Name withheld. Pediatric Oncologist. 19 years. 2,300 patients. 814 deaths. 214 preventable.
He watched 214 children die knowing the cure existed. He stayed silent for 10 years. He is not silent anymore. Neither are we.
Share this for every child who deserved 75 minutes instead of 18 months of poison.
"A guy looked at my airplane the other day and said I wonder how many people I could have fed for the price of that airplane...
I replied I am not sure, it fed a lot of families at the Dassault factory where it was built. I’m sure it fed a bunch of families that rolled the aluminum at the Alcoa factory. It surely fed a lot of people at the Honeywell factory where the experts built the turbines. It fed a whole company for a few weeks when I had them build me a new interior. It feeds the families of the linemen that fuel it.
That’s the difference between capitalism and a welfare mentality. When you buy something, you put money in people's pockets, and give them dignity for their skills.
When you give someone something for nothing, you rob them of their dignity and self worth.
Capitalism is freely giving your money in exchange for something of value.
Socialism is taking your money against your will and shoving something down your throat that you never asked for."
.@POTUS: "From the Scotland fans who took over the streets of Boston last month, to the Argentinian supporters who cheered on Messi...our first ally, France, winning in Philadelphia on July 4...it's been a true honor for Americans to share our magnificent country with the world."