Kristen Mosher

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[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@News4SA So sorry for his family loss. I pray you find peace and comfort during this time. My God be with his family.

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

"His name is Willie Hugh Nelson.
He was born on April 29, 1933, in Abbott, Texas — a small farming town of dusty roads and cotton fields during the worst years of the Great Depression.
His mother, Myrle, left when he was six months old. She headed west to work as a dancer, waitress, and card dealer. His father, Ira, remarried and moved away too.
Two children remained.
Willie and his older sister Bobbie.
Their paternal grandparents, Alfred and Nancy Nelson, were poor. They were tired. They had already raised their own children. They lived in a small house in Abbott, and they didn't have much of anything to spare.
They took the children in without hesitation.
To Willie and Bobbie, these grandparents were not grandparents.
They were Daddy and Mama.
Alfred worked as a blacksmith, hammering iron in the Texas sun to keep food on the table. Nancy picked cotton alongside neighbors — and she taught piano to the children of their community. She had studied music through a correspondence program with the Chicago Music Institute. On her death certificate, her occupation is listed simply as: music teacher.
Both Alfred and Nancy believed that music was one of the greatest gifts you could pass to a child.
So they passed it on.
When Willie was six years old, his grandfather Alfred bought him his very first guitar. Nothing fancy. Just a simple instrument. Alfred sat with the little boy and taught him a few basic chords. He showed him how to hold it. How to strum it.
How to let the music come out of him.
Willie wrote his first song at age seven. By the time he was nine, he was playing guitar in a local band at dances and churches, while his sister Bobbie played piano beside him.
In a small wooden house in Abbott, Texas, the future of American music was quietly taking shape.
In 1940, Grandfather Alfred died. Willie was six years old — barely old enough to understand what he had lost. The man who had placed that first guitar in his hands was gone.
Nancy stayed.
She stayed through the rest of the Depression. She stayed through the war years. She stayed through Willie's high school performances, his early struggles and failures, his years knocking on doors in Nashville that wouldn't open, and finally, finally, his rise.
Nancy Nelson lived until 1979. She was nearly 97 years old when she died.
By then, she had seen her grandson become one of the most celebrated voices in American music. She saw the 1975 masterpiece Red Headed Stranger. She saw the outlaw country legend who refused to bow to Nashville's rules. She saw the world slowly come around to understanding what she had always known.
That her boy was something.
Today, Willie Nelson is 92 years old.
He has written hundreds of songs. He has sold millions of records. He has played for presidents and farmers and everyone in between. He has won Grammys, started Farm Aid, become a living legend.
But if you ask him where it all began, he will not point to Nashville or a concert stage.
He will point to Abbott, Texas.
To a blacksmith who bought a six-year-old a guitar.
To a cotton picker and piano teacher who believed her grandchildren deserved music in their lives.
To two people who were poor in almost every way that the world measures poverty, but rich in exactly the ways that matter.
Every Willie Nelson song that has ever played on a radio — Crazy, On the Road Again, Always on My Mind, Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain — carries the fingerprints of Alfred and Nancy Nelson.
Two grandparents who had every reason to say:
We're too old. We're too poor. We've already done our part.
And chose to stay instead.
Real legacy is not about records sold or stages conquered.
It is about the hands that shaped you when you were small.
The hands that stayed when they didn't have to.
The hands that held a guitar out to a six-year-old boy and said:
Here. Let me show you.
Alfred and Nancy Nelson stayed.
And because they did, the world got Willie."

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

He was only 30 years old.
And he died because he gave away his only chance to survive to a little girl he did not even know.
His name was Giuseppe Girolamo, a young drummer from Southern Italy who was living his dream, working aboard the Costa Concordia.
On the night of January 13, 2012, the ship was gliding through the Tyrrhenian Sea like a palace of lights. There was music, celebration, raised glasses, smiles everywhere. Then, suddenly, the terrible sound of the hull striking the rocks near the Island of Giglio.
In an instant, everything changed.
The celebration became panic.
The lights went out.
The ship began to tilt.
Fear replaced everything else.
When the order to abandon ship finally came, everyone rushed toward the lifeboats. Pushing, screaming, desperation.
Giuseppe had a reserved place.
He was a crew member.
That was his chance to live.
But just as he was about to board, he saw a terrified mother with her little daughter. The lifeboat was full. There was no more room for them.
And he did something few people would have had the courage to do.
He stepped aside.
And simply said:
You get on.
Giuseppe could not swim.
He gave up his only certainty, his only chance of survival, to save two lives.
As the lifeboat drifted away into the darkness, he remained there alone, on that ship bent by terror.
In a tragedy remembered for chaos, fear, and shameful acts of escape, his gesture remained like a light shining in the dark.
Giuseppe’s body was found months later among the wreckage of the Costa Concordia.
But his name had already become something greater than a memory.
It had become the symbol of a silent, pure, immense courage.
On a night when many people were thinking only of saving themselves, he chose to save someone else.
Giuseppe Girolamo did not leave behind only a story.
He left behind an example.
And certain examples never die.
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[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@Lfromthenorth Ditto

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@ma1ybe Why is it that people always things it's the wife who cheated? And it was the husband who did. Her husband lost the privilege to be in the delivery room when he decided to cheat on his wife. It is called boundaries Mr. Cheater. He only has himself to blame not her.

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@hell_line0 Please be careful and let everyone know what's going on so nothing happens to you I'm praying for you

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@AmericaPapaBear This makes not only sick. It makes me made for the family. Why would me not verify with the family for their side. The family is right he should never have barged into their house or arrested her without a warrant in hand. Now he has traumatized the entire family. Shame on him.

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@julia_doubleday @AAA_Travel That makes me made for you and your dad. I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my dad almost 2 years ago and it's not easy getting everything that was under their name fixed. Shame on AAA for doing that. I'm praying for you and your family

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@peekaboo_jen I agree no to the infinity

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[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

My question is for those who keep destroying famous paintings and global monuments. WHATEVER DID THEY DO TO YOU? MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO YOUR GOVERNMENT INSTEAD OF DESTROYING PAINTING AND MONUMENTS?

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@TheRyanHamilton I agree with you your wife's health is the priority. I'll be praying for you and your wife.

[Tash @peekaboo_jen]

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[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@peekaboo_jen I so agree with you. People need to respect everyone's space and privacy.

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@peekaboo_jen Too funny 😁 😂 😀 🤣

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@peekaboo_jen Lol I just love this one

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@TraceyR64968698 So sorry for yalls loss. Sending lots of prayers yalls way

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@hailey_beaupre How about being there in person

[Kristen Mosher @mos_kris]

@ncisverse RIP Ducky

[The NCISverse @ncisverse]

We are deeply saddened by the passing of David McCallum and privileged that CBS was his home for so many years. David was a gifted actor and author, and beloved by many around the world. He led an incredible life, and his legacy will forever live on through his family and the countless hours on film and television that will never go away. We will miss his warmth and endearing sense of humor that lit up any room or soundstage he stepped onto, as well as the brilliant stories he often shared from a life well-lived. Our hearts go out to his wife Katherine and his entire family, and all those who knew and loved David.