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[Matt Stamper 🐍 @Sneketoshi]

I want to introduce you to Steve. He’s 83. His wife died a few months ago and he comes to this lodge in Spring Mill, Indiana and draws. He taught art in Terre Haute, IN his whole life. He also did courtroom sketches in court cases. In the comments I’ll share some pics from his sketchbook. He was excited when I said I was going to share his sketches with the world.

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

In 1943, an American pilot crashed into one of the most dangerous jungles in the world.

For 31 days, Fred Hargesheimer wandered alone through the rainforests of New Britain after his plane was shot down over Japanese-controlled territory during World War II.

He was starving.
Delirious.
Barely alive.

He survived on roots and stream water while hiding from Japanese patrols searching the island.

By the time voices finally emerged from the jungle, Fred thought he had been found by enemy soldiers.

Instead, it was a group of Nakanai villagers.

They carried the exhausted American pilot back to their village and hid him from Japanese forces fully aware they could be executed for helping him.

The villagers protected him anyway.

Fred was so weak he could barely eat.

Then a nursing mother named Ida began feeding him her own breast milk for days to keep him alive while also caring for her infant son.

Fred never forgot her name.

Whenever Japanese patrols approached, villagers blew a hidden conch shell warning so Fred could escape into the jungle.

Children even followed behind him sweeping away his bootprints in the sand with palm-frond brooms to hide evidence he had been there.

If the Japanese had discovered him, the entire village could have been massacred.

Nobody betrayed him.

The children called him “Mastah Preddi.”

Master Freddie.

He lived among them for seven months before Allied forces finally rescued him by submarine in 1944.

But Fred never forgot the people who saved his life.

Especially Ida.
Especially the children with the tiny brooms.

Years later, one thought still haunted him:

“How could I ever repay them?”

So in 1960, he returned to New Britain.

As his boat approached the shore, villagers stood waiting for him and began singing the only English song they knew:

“God Save the Queen.”

Fred stepped onto the beach and cried.

After returning home to Minnesota, he began raising money through churches and local donations to help the village.

Over the following decades, he helped build:
• schools
• libraries
• a medical clinic

At one point, Fred and his wife even moved there for several years to teach children themselves.

In 2000, the Nakanai people officially named him a tribal chief and gave him the title:

“Suara Auru” Chief Warrior.

Then, at age 90, Fred made one final trip into the jungle to visit the wreckage of the plane that had crashed there in 1943.

Villagers carried the elderly pilot through the rainforest on their shoulders so he could see it one last time.

Fred Hargesheimer died in 2010 at age 94.

The schools and clinic he helped build still serve the community today.

When people asked why he spent nearly 70 years repaying strangers he could have simply forgotten after the war, Fred always gave the same answer:

“They saved my life. How could I ever repay it?”

So he spent the rest of his life trying.

[The Figen @TheFigen_]

Baby opens its eyes, sees mom, and lights up instantly — the purest love in the world. ❤️

[SilverFox92 @lct71898]

@QTHESTORMM So nice!

[Wolf of X @WolfofX]

Good guy Roger Federer was just suppose to shake hands and say hello to a Make-A-Wish cancer survivor, instead he flies her and her family to Wimbledon, talks to her for 15 minutes, tells her to change for practice, gives her a tennis racquet to use to hit a few balls with, brings her to the player’s lounge so she can see other players like Murray, Nadal, Haas, Ferrer, Benneteau, Tipsarevic, Serena, etc. After he gave her and her family personalized autographs, he went around and hugged her parents and sister.

He then hugged her, Beatriz Tinoco, and she looked at him sobbing and he looked back with tears in his eyes.

[Mike Netter @nettermike]

September 11, 2001. 9:37 a.m.
Lt. Col. Marilyn Wills was in a Pentagon conference room when American Airlines Flight 77 struck.
The fireball threw her across the table. Her hair caught fire. The room went black with smoke.
Crawling, she felt a hand grab her belt.
"My name is Lois," a voice said. Lois Stevens, a civilian employee, injured and choking.
"Stay with me. Where I go, you go."
Wills pressed her Army sweater into Lois's hands. "Breathe through this." When Lois collapsed, her nylons melted to her legs, Wills lifted her onto her back and carried her.
Six others followed the sound of her voice through the wreckage.
They reached a sealed second-floor window. They broke it. Cool air rushed in. Wills stayed inside.
"I'll go last," she said, and helped lower every person out before she fell into rescuers' arms below.
Lois Stevens lived 23 more years because of that decision.
Wills received the Soldier's Medal and Purple Heart for her burns, smoke inhalation, and traumatic brain injury. Thirteen days later, she returned to the Pentagon. She later deployed to Afghanistan.
She never called herself a hero.
"We lost so many that day," she said quietly. "They were my friends."
Some leaders give orders. Others carry people through the fire.
God bless Lt. Col. Marilyn Wills — and all who served on 9/11.

[Wonder of Science @wonderofscience]

Drone footage from above Mount Everest, the highest peak of the world.

📽: DJI

[Sophia @Sophiaapmo]

Tortilla challenge

[Emotion & Music @Emotion78687]

That kid has a special talent. Truly mindblowing!😱Well done cover.

[𝟑 𝐞̀𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐞𝐢𝐥 @_3emeOeil]

Elle se met à chanter dans une église et l'acoustique est absolument incroyable…

Chaque note résonne pendant plusieurs secondes dans tout le bâtiment, au point qu’on a presque l’impression qu’une chorale entière chante avec elle 😍

[🎼🌺Music Love♥️ @ThoNg676733]

She was absolutely gorgeous, and the outfit and the performance were amazing!!! She's a dream.🎸🔥🎸