@DeAngelisCorey "Intelligence is genetic and GOD blesses some with MORE and some with LESS." The smartest person at local community college could be as smart as the one at Harvard. College is expensive because of GOV'T. loans. Get them out!
To you, it's just a Cracker Barrel parking lot. To me, it's where I gave my life to Jesus Christ.
I was 21 years old. I was working at the Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee after some of the worst years of my life. I'd made mistakes. Real ones.
I grew up in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, raised by a mom who worked hard and didn't accept excuses. But I made decisions that should have ended my story before it ever really started. By the grace of God, they didn't. But every day, I was carrying them.
One afternoon, a church group came into the restaurant, just back from a revival. I served them their meals like I served any other table. But something happened while I was serving them. I can't fully explain it to you. The Lord spoke to me. He said, “Stop running from Me.”
It knocked me back.
I went to find the table, and they were all gone. I could see through their windows that they were getting on their bus, and I knew deep down that if I let them drive away, I was going to keep running. So I went outside. The last woman, just as she was stepping onto the bus, turned to me and asked, “Are you okay?”
I told her, “No ma’am, I’m not okay.” I told her the Lord was telling me to stop running.
That whole bus emptied out, stood with me in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Tallahassee, Florida, and prayed over me right there.
I gave my life to Christ that day. Right there.
I still get emotional about it. Because I know what I was before that moment, and I know what He's done since. He gave me a wife who shares my faith. He gave me three sons. He gave me a career, a community, a calling I never would have dared to ask for. He took a kid from Crown Heights who’d run out of chances and gave him a life that doesn't make sense apart from grace.
People ask me sometimes why I talk about it. Why I bring up the parking lot. Why I don't just keep that part private and let folks see the polished version.
I'll tell you why.
Because there's a young man out there right now — maybe in Tallahassee, maybe in Tampa, maybe in Miami, maybe in a small town in the Panhandle — who thinks his story is already over. Who thinks the mistakes he's made disqualify him from the life he could have had. Who thinks God doesn't want anything to do with somebody like him.
I'm here to tell him: that's a lie.
In life, you're not who you are at the lowest point. You're who you choose to become after.
The Lord met me in a Cracker Barrel parking lot. He'll meet you wherever you are.
You just have to stop running.
This afternoon I had the honor of mowing Mr.Berchekas lawn. He is also a veteran . Sir, we thank you for your service ! Making a difference one lawn at a time
This melted my heart ❤️
A girl celebrating her birthday at a restaurant saw a little boy at the next table whose birthday was the very next day. She shared her cake and candles with him.
The world still has good people! 🥹
Private Carlton Barrett was possibly the smallest man in his regiment.
5 feet 4 inches tall. 125 pounds.
On the morning of June 6, 1944, he landed at Omaha Beach in neck-deep water, machine gun fire cutting the surface all around him. He made it to shore.
Then he turned around and went back in.
A soldier was drowning. Barrett pulled him out. Then another. Then another. For hours, under constant fire, this 125-pound man waded back into the surf again and again, pulling drowning men to safety and physically carrying the wounded to evacuation boats offshore.
But he didn't stop there.
He ran dispatches the full length of the fire-swept beach. He found soldiers paralyzed by shock and calmed them back into action. He appeared wherever the crisis was worst, doing whatever needed doing, treating rank and personal safety as irrelevant details.
He did this for hours without stopping.
His Medal of Honor citation says his courage had "an inestimable effect on his comrades." That is military understatement for: this small, anonymous man held that section of beach together through sheer force of will.
He survived the war.
His comrades later said his life darkened after he came home. He lived quietly and died in 1986 in California, largely unknown outside of military history circles.
5 feet 4 inches. 125 pounds. He went back in.
Remember him.
White people have been fighting for black people since slavery, and they gave their lives to end slavery when they didn’t even start it. The least I can do is fight for them too. We have to End Racism Against White People Too.
Love Beyond Color
9-month-old Down syndrome baby lights up saying his first word
67-90% of babies with the condition are aborted in the US
“He is blessing us in unique ways” says the little boy’s mom
Every child with an extra chromosome is worthy of life
This HVAC technician went to the wrong house to fix a furnace… and ended up being an answer to someone’s prayer.
He showed up thinking he was sent there, fixed the broken relay, and got the heat working. When he realized he had gone to the wrong address, the woman started crying and told him she had prayed that morning asking God to send someone to fix her heat because she couldn’t afford it.
He told her it was on the house and left her with a warm home. Sometimes God really does work in mysterious ways.
Have you ever experienced something that felt like it was meant to be?
@AlterNet I never mourned 911. I knew evil WAS attacked. ALL of the world's problems come from the EAST and WEST coasts of the U.S. Not China, Russia, Iran, N. Korea. I have known this since 1986.
This young lady with a disability is pouring her heart into crocheting. ❤️
People didn’t believe in her, but she’s still creating beauty.
Every comment & share means the world to her. Let’s show her some love! 🧶✨
Today is my Freedomversary.
Eight years ago, President Trump granted me clemency and gave me a second chance at life. After nearly 22 years in prison, I walked out the gates and into a future I had prayed for but could no longer see.
I will never forget that moment.
Prison took many things from me, including years with my family and the loss of my parents and a son. But I never lost hope or faith that my life still had purpose.
The gift of freedom came with a responsibility: to help others.
Over the last eight years, I’ve advocated for second chances, supported criminal justice reform, and now serve as White House Pardon Czar.
From a prison cell to the White House, this journey has been possible through God’s grace and President Trump’s courage.
Every day, I strive to honor that gift by helping others find hope and a path forward.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for me, believed in me, and supported me along the way.
And to God be the glory.
🙏🏽❤️ #Freedomversary
My older brother was born with cerebral palsy.
My mother almost died giving birth to him.
Half his body doesn’t work. He can’t even grasp a fork with one hand. He wears out shoes every few months from dragging one leg.
And yet I will never forget the night my younger brother spiraled into depression, seriously questioning whether life was still worth living. It was my older brother, through tears and sobbing, who pleaded with him to see the good still waiting.
I remember how he described the little joys of life in ways I had never considered. He noticed beauty I had walked right past. Through his eyes, life felt richer and fuller.
I am grateful for his perspective every day and infinitely grateful he is alive.
Because in a body that fights him at every turn, he still chose to become the light for someone else. And that choice didn’t just save my brother.
He taught us what it really means to live.
He’s living proof that everyBODY, no matter how broken, deserves the chance to love this life and find its quiet joys.
No word from Black Lives Matter or Al Sharpton.
Not one demand for answers. Not one national outrage campaign. Not even people saying her name.
This is Margaret Swan, a great-grandmother who was stabbed to death 20 times in a random attack in the middle of the day on Atlanta’s public transit.
Her murder was the second horrific attack on MARTA in just one week.
I want answers from Atlanta. The number of assaults, robberies, and rapes on MARTA trains is more than three times the national average.
I knew I was going to piss off the right people with this picture.
The “blacker than black” BLM crowd called me slurs.
The “white is right” CHUD-lickers called me slurs.
BUT… the rational, sensible people out there understood what I did and agreed. Which was directly what I wanted.
I’ll say it again: all lives matter.
Thank you all for being on this journey with me.
A Muslim passenger:
"Excuse me, can you turn off the music?"
The driver:
"Why?"
The passenger:
"Music is haram."
The driver:
"Why is music haram?"
The passenger:
"Because there was no music in the time of prophet Muhammad."
The driver:
"Well, get off then. There were no cars back then either. A camel will come pick you up."
😂🤭😂