His whole career was a favorite memory. Love his enthusiasm whether it was him that made the great play or anyone else on the team. He was a TRUE team player!
Good morning.
The reason you feel Charlie’s death so deeply is because grief doesn’t measure itself by proximity. It measures itself by meaning. You didn’t have to know him personally to feel the sting of his absence, because when a voice like his goes silent, something in the atmosphere shifts.
The reason it feels heavier than so many other tragedies is because your spirit recognizes that this is not just about a man, it is about a battle. Scripture says eternity is written on our hearts, and when someone who carried truth with boldness is suddenly gone, eternity aches within us. It’s like our souls know instinctively that the darkness celebrated, and that strikes us at the core.
The reason you can’t shake it is because psychologically, we don’t only attach ourselves to people…we attach ourselves to symbols. Charlie became a symbol of conviction in a time of compromise, courage in a time of fear. And when a symbol is struck down, it rattles something primal and eternal inside us.
That’s why even those who never met him feel it. There is a strange thread pulling at us, and it is not imagined. It is real. We are bound together by shared purpose, by shared longing for truth, by the Spirit of God Himself weaving us into a fabric that cannot be torn apart. This loss pulled at that fabric, and every one of us felt the tug.
So if you’ve wondered why this hits so hard, it’s because your soul knows. This is bigger than news. This is bigger than politics. This is about eternity, about truth, and about the weight of a man whose life carried both.
Love y’all.
On this Good Friday, may we never forget the true meaning of Easter. “When he was on the cross, we were on His mind.”
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” {John 3:16}
I've written this a couple times and deleted it, but here it goes...
I live in Western North Carolina.
I watched Joe Biden hand out billions of dollars to Ukraine.
Yet, nearly every single day here, we would get calls from families with young kids who lost their homes, begging for shelter.
During those months, I truly lost all hope.
I watched BILLIONS of dollars go out the door to another country's war, while we were driving RVs to KIDS AND THEIR PARENTS living in tents, garages, a tool sheds.
You will never convince me that Ukraine deserved billions while American citizens in Western North Carolina had to beg each other for help.
Unless you lived through that experience... unless you personally dropped off an RV at the doorstep of American mountain momma and her kids who lost everything, like I did...
...you do NOT get to tell me what we "owe" Ukraine
I wasn't a MAGA person back then. I was honestly a stuck-up jerk who thought I was better than you because I got my news from "the experts".
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Once you see the media turn on you, your own government abandon you, the bubble begins to burst.
Then, you can't unsee it.
"America First" isn't just a slogan.
It's a blood-curling-scream into the night for all of us who were abandoned by our own government when we needed it the most...
That's why I'm MAGA now.
Feb 23, 1985 - Indiana hosts Purdue
• Bob Knight throws a chair across the floor
Feb 23, 2025 - Indiana hosts Purdue
• Mike Woodson sits in the chair Bob Knight threw across the floor
In 49 other states, it’s just basketball
Purdue coach Matt Painter: “We were fortunate Trey Galloway didn’t have the ball in his hands at the end. Let’s be frank about it. He was making plays.” #iubb