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[Polymarket FC @PolymarketFC]

🇨🇮 Yan Diomandé’s letter to his sister through @PlayersTribune:

“Dear Roxane,

Remember when someone bought me a fake United shirt, and I wrote “Ronaldo 7” on the back with a black Sharpie? We didn’t know what rich or poor was. We only knew happiness.

Remember the 25 people sleeping in just one house back in Abidjan? Mom wanted to watch her soap operas. Everyone wanted to watch movies. Remember how I’d always pretend I was asleep and then sneak to the TV room after midnight? I’d turn the TV way down low. Like, just two volume bars. I’d watch soccer in the dark and dream.

Remember when the grown-ups saw me playing soccer on the dirt and gave me the nickname “Roberto Carlos” because of how hard I kicked? And remember how I secretly got so mad about it, because CR7 was my idol?

Remember when I went to play so far from home? I was 9 years old. Inter Foot Sud Comoé, way out near the border with Ghana. Just a little boy all alone. I don’t know if I ever told you this story, but me and the other kids used to go to the village and steal potatoes because we were so hungry. We called it a “bank heist.” Two kids would distract the shop owner, and the other 18 would run off with two potatoes. They weren’t even good. But they tasted amazing. Hahahah. Even today, it’s my favorite thing to eat. Boiled potatoes with a little oil. It takes me back to those times.

Remember when I got my first real pair of cleats, and I slept with them? Growing up, I always played in those white plastic sandals. Even when I go back home now, I still play in them. It’s our tradition.

Remember when I’d come back home, and you’d tell my neighborhood friends: “Why’d you stop training? Yan’s not gonna buy you cars. You gotta keep working.” You were 10 years old, and you were already my agent.

Remember how we’d sit and dream about moving to France? How we’d go shopping, have our own apartment, and I’d be a rich soccer player, with cars and a big house, and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You were the one who always believed I could be the next Cristiano, when everyone else was laughing.

Remember when I moved to the United States for high school, at 15 years old, and I missed home so much? For months, I couldn’t understand what anyone was saying. They sat me next to a French boy, and he’d try to translate everything the teacher said. Remember when I called you and said: “You won’t believe it, the kids here argue with the teachers.” Back home, you know, we wouldn’t even dare blink at our elders.

Remember when I couldn’t believe the boys smoked after school? You used to say it felt like I was in an American TV show.

Remember when they took me for trials at Bournemouth? At Chelsea, Rangers, Olympiacos, Crystal Palace? Eze and Olise came up to me after a training session and said: “Hey, kid, you’re really good.”… but even then, they didn’t sign me.

Even the MLS B teams didn’t want me. I didn’t even know why. They never gave me a reason. The adults handled everything. They just kept taking me all over Europe, and everyone kept saying no.

My visa expired. My dream was over. They sent me back to Africa, and we cried together. You were the only one who never stopped believing. A few weeks later, I signed with Leganés, and we cried different tears.

That was back when I still had emotions. Now, I don’t feel anything. It’s like I’m not even human. Since you died, I’m just empty.”

[C @cyrusamanya]

You should have things you don't do, places you don't go to, substances you don't take, words you don't say

By all means, have Principles and Standards.

[Professor Awesome @rsnokes]

It's hard for me to explain to those outside #Uganda just how irritated the Ugandans are to be lumped in with DRC for the #Ebola epidemic. As of this writing, there have been hundreds of deaths and over 1000 cases in Congo, whereas Uganda has had only 9 cases -- three Congolese, four medical workers who treated them, one driver who drove them, and one other known contact. Only one person has died in Uganda, a Congolese.

So when WHO and Al Jazeera talks about the Ebola epidemic in "Congo and Uganda," it's like saying because there are wildfires in California, you should cancel a trip to the Grand Canyon because some Californians lit a campfire there. Yes, it is possible it *could* spread and you have to be vigilant, but these two situations are nowhere near the same magnitude.

As of this writing, the only Ugandan death has been the tourism industry.

[Crazy Kennar @crazy_kennar]

CURRENCIES IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES 😂😂😂😂😂😂

[Mustafa @oprydai]

i often think about this..

[Peché Africa 🇿🇦 @pmcafrica]

Bro was the only child for 15 years lol 😆 now he's 1 of 5 🙆‍♂️

[Eniola @Enywealthh_1]

Proof that you can just be minding your own business and trouble will meet you where you are 😂

[adam @adoomie03]

Tailgating me while I’m going 80 in a 45 is crazy. And those red and blue lights on top of your car look stupid btw lol

[Adésóyè @victorfatanmi]

Please paste under this the link to a super long article you know most people won't read but you wish they did ↓

[Nithya Shri @Nithya_Shrii]

When someone tells you something can't be done, remember there's a sign at NASA that says:
Aerodynamically, a bee's body is not made to fly, but bees don't know that. 🐝

[Interesting things @awkwardgoogle]

Husband comes home and finds his wife and kids taking a bath in the backyard 🥹

[ERIC BRAVE @Erikr250]

Qi Zhiqiang, a 47-year-old from Henan Province, was left paralyzed by illness. By raising geese, he supported both himself and his elderly parents. Confined to a small space for nearly two decades, he still chose dignity, perseverance, and self-reliance. As Emerson said, a great soul strengthens life and shines even in the most humble circumstances.

Similarly, a young man who lost both legs built a rural hand-knitting cooperative. Through hard work, he achieved independence and helped dozens of disabled villagers prosper together, transforming hardship into purpose and rewriting their destinies through determination and effort.

[Null @Vhoyde]

It's funny how we're all saying international law isn't real, but the truth is that all laws are unenforceable if the offending party has more guns than the legal authorities. It's just been polite thing to not mention that.

[Oriannalyla 🇺🇦 @Lyla_lilas]

🐬She Carried Him For 3 Days.

They are technically dolphins, but their grief is entirely human.

These are Pilot Whales (a member of the dolphin family).

This behavior is called "Epimeletic care."
The mother is pushing her calf to the surface, desperately trying to help it breathe.
The rest of the pod isn't just watching; they are "escorting" her, protecting her while she mourns.
This is one of the most powerful displays of empathy in the animal kingdom.

Source: smartanimalz

[Larry Alex Taunton @LarryTaunton]

FLASHBACK

Serena Williams tells Letterman:

“Men’s & women’s tennis are completely different sports. If I played Andy Murray, I’d lose 6-0, 6-0 in 5 minutes…. It’s true.
He would kill me. Men are a lot faster, serve harder, and hit harder. I only want to play girls.”

[Crazy Vibes @CrazyVibes_1]

I called the cops on my neighbor three times last year. I’m not proud of it. I’m a light sleeper, and he’s a 19-year-old kid who plays bass guitar. The walls in our apartment complex are paper-thin. Thump. Thump. Thump. Every night at 2 AM.

I pounded on the wall. I left angry notes. Finally, I called the police for a noise complaint. The music stopped. I felt righteous. I felt vindicated.

Then, last week, I saw him in the hallway. He was carrying a guitar case, but he wasn't looking like a rockstar. He looked exhausted. Dark circles under his eyes, clothes hanging off his frame. He saw me and flinched. "Sorry about the noise," he mumbled, looking at the floor. "I sold the amp. You won't hear it anymore."

I felt a twinge of guilt, but I just nodded and went to get my mail. In his mailbox, the flap was stuck open. I didn't mean to snoop, but I saw the letterhead. St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.

I stopped him. "Hey. Everything okay?" He paused, hand on the door handle. "My little brother," he said, his voice cracking. "He has leukemia. The chemo is really bad at night. He can't sleep. The only thing that calms him down is the bass. The vibration... it helps his bone pain." He looked at me with red eyes. "But the cops came. And I don't want to get evicted. So I sold the gear to pay for his meds."

I stood there in the hallway, a 40-year-old man, feeling about two inches tall. I had silenced the only thing bringing peace to a dying child because I wanted my beauty sleep.

I didn't say a word. I turned around, went to my apartment, and grabbed my car keys. "Get in," I told him. "What?" "Get in the car."

We drove to the pawn shop. It was closed, but I banged on the door until the owner opened up. I bought the amp back. I bought the bass back. And then I drove him to the music store and bought the best noise-canceling headphones money could buy—for me.

"Play it," I told him when we got back. "Play it as loud as he needs."

Tonight, the thumping is shaking my living room walls. And honestly? It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

[Today In History @historigins]

One of the greatest lecture in the world.

[poppa @popitforpoppa]

arguing with me is pointless, the grass is blue for me as long as it irritates you

[‏ً @omgsidewalks]

The purest form of love is consideration. When someone thinks about how things would make you feel. Pays attention to detail. Holds you in regard when making decisions that could affect you. In any bond, how much they care about you can be found in how much they consider you