@douglaswils My friends stepson stole a few hundred dollars from him. He got a hotel room because he was scared to come home. My friend found him at the hotel and gave him $500. And left. That boy never stole from him again and they ended up really close afterwards.
I'm a realtor so I get a lot of random calls and texts, but this was a first. If you're going to spam me, at least be like the nice one in "I, Robot" and use my name π
An ounce of prayer made amid desolations is of greater value before God than a hundred pounds of it in the midst of consolations.
-St. Francis de Sales
Frank Wright is one of the greatest philosophers of our day, and youβve probably never even heard of him. He joined us to discuss the collapsing system of the West and how to fix it. Watch now. https://t.co/iBlqvpTfgc
New to me Saint: Nicholas Owen built hideaways for priests during the Protestant persecution in England, and was (*horrribly*) tortured to death in 1606. βοΈ
@shiningsweu This is the sin of detraction at best, and 100% sensationalism in any case. St Frances de Sales says that attacking someone's reputation is as harmful as murder.
"The first time I stumbled into a Traditional Latin Mass years ago, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into.
A well-meaning traditionalist friend took me, convinced that I would simply be blown away by the beauty and the timelessness of it all. There are stories of people stumbling into their first Latin Mass and instantly βgetting itβ, being drawn in.
Well, reader, I was not.
My instinctive reaction after exiting the church was that this was the weirdest thing I had ever seen, and that I was most definitely never going to attend another one."
@EduardHabsburg on how he discovered the Latin Mass.
https://t.co/5sW3xMuLzT
The richest man in America signed a document that could have gotten him hanged, and when someone sneered that he was safe because no one would know which Charles Carroll to come for, he picked up the pen and told the British exactly where to find him.
His name was Charles Carroll, and the colonies were crawling with men who shared it. His own father was Charles Carroll of Annapolis. So when the Declaration of Independence came to him for signing in 1776, a delegate made a cruel little joke. He said Carroll risked nothing by signing. There were so many Charles Carrolls that the King's men would never know which one to hang.
Carroll didn't argue. He leaned over the page and added three words to his signature: "of Carrollton." The name of his estate. His address. He was the only signer in the entire room who wrote down where he lived, and he did it on purpose, so that if the British wanted to come hang the traitor, they would know exactly which door to knock on.
That is who Charles Carroll of Carrollton was.
Here is what makes the moment even sharper. He was not a man with little to lose. He was the single wealthiest man in the thirteen colonies and the largest private landowner among them. While George Washington and John Hancock get talked about as rich men, it was Carroll who topped them all. When he signed, he was wagering the biggest personal fortune in America against a noose.
And he was the last man anyone would have expected to be there at all. Carroll was Catholic. In colonial Maryland, a colony founded as a Catholic refuge that had since turned on its own, Catholics could not vote. They could not hold public office. They could not worship in public. The most educated, wealthiest man in America was, in the eyes of the law, a second-class subject barred from the very government he was helping to create. He had spent seventeen years being educated by Jesuits in France and spoke five languages fluently, and back home he still could not legally cast a ballot.
So he became the only Catholic to sign the Declaration of Independence, putting his name on a revolution that he hoped would build a country with room for men like him. That was its own enormous bet, made by a man the existing system had already shut out.
Then he simply outlived everyone.
Thomas Jefferson and John Adams both died on the same astonishing day, July 4, 1826, exactly fifty years after the Declaration. When they were gone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton was the last living signer left on earth. For six more years he was the final human link to that room in Philadelphia, the last hand that had signed, a living relic of the founding that ordinary Americans traveled to see and shake.
He finally died in November 1832 at the age of ninety-five, fifty-six years after he wrote his address on a treason document and dared the empire to come find him.
The richest man in America. The only Catholic. The last one standing. He had more to lose than any of them, every legal reason to stay quiet, and he signed his full address anyway.
We remember the names we were handed in school. We forget the man who made sure his couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's.
Which Founding Father do you think history shortchanged the most?