In 2011, after a bad day in the cockpit, my colleague returned and was complaining about the Training Captain he had flown with. He ended the long, painful conversation with, ‘Let me go back home to where people who love me are.’ Those words stuck with me. It was one of the reasons I didn't marry early. I wanted to be sure that when everything is going south, I can say, ‘Let me go back home to where people who love me are.’
I look forward to going home every day. I spent the last 8 days flying in Nigeria, and I always reminded my crew that we have to do the flights maintaining the highest standards of safety, because I have people who are waiting for me back home.
I have a daughter who loves me and believes I am Superman. I have a son who stops crying once he hears my voice.
Young King,
Make your home a happy place.
My wife and I have made a list of five people we can sleep with if we ever get the chance.
She picked Brad Pitt, Sam Elliott, Tom Hardy, Kevin Costner, and Jon Hamm.
I’ve gone for her sister, her cousin, her best friend, the blonde UPS driver and the girl with big boobs at Dunkin’. Now I’m sleeping on the sofa because apparently she is not happy with my choices.
This coach is not just coaching those kids... He's coaching us all.
What a man!!!
Don't look at other's pace and position focus on your own grind.
There's no first to reach in life. The goal is to be present in the circle of influence
May the universe make it easy for us 🙏
You need boredom. A lot of it. Start by going on walks without music. No stimulation. No distractions of any kind. If you learn to sit with your own thoughts, for long enough, in time they will start serving you. You'll start having ideas once again. You'll start developing an extreme sense of clarity that will shift you into the next stage of your life. All by being bored, which is pretty insane.
Gustavo Fring was right, if you have a problem that means it can be solved. If it cannot be solved then it is not a problem. It is a reality to be accepted.
For almost a year, I watched my husband slowly disappear right in front of me.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
He was exhausted all the time.
He started picking up extra shifts at work and coming home long after dark. Whenever I asked if he wanted dinner, he'd smile and say, "I already ate."
But I knew he hadn't.
His clothes started fitting looser.
His eyes always looked tired.
Then one day I noticed his prized fishing boat was gone.
A few weeks later, his old guitar disappeared too.
Every time I asked about it, he'd brush it off and tell me not to worry.
But I knew exactly what was happening.
Our daughter's college tuition bill was approaching, and the amount was enough to keep any parent awake at night.
My husband had decided to carry that burden alone.
What he didn't know was that I had figured it out months earlier.
My daughter knows I love her deeply, but I don't hesitate to discipline her when she crosses the line. Last night, after a serious talk-down, I sent her upstairs to her room.
Tell me why this little girl woke up this morning and one of the first things she asked was, “Dad, why didn't you come upstairs to pray and kiss me last night?”
We spent almost ten minutes talking about what happened the previous night, and the girl calmly told me she was wrong, but that I was wrong for not coming upstairs to pray and kiss her.
Once again, I got reminded that we shouldn't be so angry with the people we love that we stop showing them love and care.
This is how my lovely wife and I practice our marriage.
I don't know of any other marriage that would produce a better result than this one.
You Gen Zs need proper mentorship and guidance.
Your iberibe is too much.
Someone will soon come under this to give AI comment.
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I work at a gas station. Night shift. See all kinds of people in all kinds of situations. One man came in regularly. Older. Seemed like he was living in his car. Bought the same coffee every night. We started talking. Small things. He told me his story eventually. Lost his job. Lost his house. Couldn’t get back up. I started giving him food. Let him use the bathroom. Never made it a charity. Just treated him like a regular customer. One day he came in with a job.