A final piece of advice from Holly Butcher - written the day before she passed away from cancer at just 27:
“It’s a strange thing knowing you’re going to die young.
At 26, I thought I had time…
To fall in love.
Start a family.
Grow old.
But cancer doesn’t care about plans.
Now, I understand how fragile life really is. Every single day is a gift, not a guarantee.
I’m not writing this to scare you. I’m writing to remind you: really live.
Stop stressing over little things. Be kind to your body- move it, nourish it, stop criticizing it. One day you’ll wish you had appreciated it.
Go outside.
Look at the sky.
Feel the sun.
Just be.
Spend less time chasing “stuff” - more time making memories. Don’t skip moments with people you love.
Laugh more.
Write a note.
Tell someone you love them.
Complain less.
Give more.
Helping others brings more joy than anything you can buy.
Be present.
Put your phone down.
Show up - really show up.
You don’t need to have it all figured out. You don’t need a perfect body, or a perfect life.
Just follow what makes your heart light up. Say no to what drains you. Make changes when you need to.
And please - donate blood. I wouldn’t have had that extra year without it. And that year gave me memories I’ll hold close… forever.
Thank you for reading this.
Live your life well.
And maybe… we’ll meet again someday.”
Holly 🩷
Repost & share Holly’s important advice. ❤️
US Senator 🇺🇸: We will move our air bases out of Spain
Spain 🇪🇸: "We will remove the our ambassador to Israel" 🔥
Journalist 🇺🇸: Do you fear retaliation from Trump against Spain?
Spain 🇪🇸: "We fear nothing. We are standing with what we said. Against war" 🔥
Trump 🇺🇸: I am disappointed with Spain leadership because of no support
Spain 🇪🇸: "We will spread love, not hatred. Be very clear with that" 🔥
This is how a nation sounds when it has leadership with spine and courage which has nothing to hide from the world 🫡
Pedro Sánchez setting bar very high with each passing day
💥 When Your Worldview Collapses 💥
(A Letter From Someone Who Broke First)
If you are just beginning to see it…
I need to tell you something.
There were years where I felt like I was losing my mind.
Because suddenly, the world around me questioned my integrity.
They stopped believing me.
They ran when I spoke.
Friends laughed.
Family changed the subject.
Some called me dramatic.
Some called me dangerous.
Some crazy, or weird.
Some just… stopped calling.
🔥 And you know what?
The hardest part wasn’t even the mocking.
It was sitting at dinner tables, smiling politely,
pretending nothing was happening -
just to hold on to a little bit of normalcy and familiarity.
All while something inside me shattered.... every single day, again and again.
I tried to warn gently.
I tried to ask questions softly.
I tried to not sound “crazy.”
I tiptoed around everyone
until I was completely burnt out from pretending.
Sometimes I failed.
Sometimes I burned bridges with too much fire.
Sometimes I withdrew because fighting for connection hurt more than being alone.
There were nights I lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking:
“These are my friends. My family.
They’ve known my laugh, my fears, my whole history - how can they suddenly not trust my heart?”
There were years without hugs.
Without human warmth.
Just distance stretching wider than any argument.
Conversations that ended in silence.
Days where I felt untethered from the people who once felt like home.
And no - I didn't wanted distance.
I simply couldn’t unsee what I had seen.
There were moments I hated everyone.
Moments I wanted to scream.
Moments I wanted to be wrong just so life would feel simple again.
But I kept going.
There was no way back.
I had to be honest with myself.
🔥 And slowly, the anger ran out of oxygen.
It might have been justified...
but it was suffocating me.
It burned in my chest like heat with nowhere to go.
Until I realized something brutal and freeing:
The world didn’t owe me understanding.
And I didn’t owe the world my resentment.
So I did the hardest thing.
I forgave.
It hurt.
It wasn’t fair.
💫 But I would not let the wound become my personality. 💫
This kind of forgiveness wasn't... graceful.
It was survival.
It was the moment I said:
“I’m not carrying this into who I’m becoming.”
So when you start seeing what I saw years ago…
You might feel anger.
You might feel betrayed.
You might think we’re cold.
We’re not.
We’re simply done burning.
We already walked through the rage.
We already screamed into the dark.
We already paid for this clarity... in sleep, in tears, in years.
🔥 What you’re feeling now?
We felt it too.
We just stayed long enough for it to transform.
And when you’re ready - really ready -
I won’t say, “I told you.”
I’ll say, “I know.”
Because I do.
I know what it feels like to have your worldview collapse.
I know what it feels like to grieve people who are still alive.
I know what it feels like to be called crazy for trusting your gut.
And I know what it feels like to come out the other side…
Clear.
Grounded.
Sovereign.
Finally no longer owned by the wound.
If you’re waking up now,
I’m not here to shame you.
I’m here to tell you:
It will hurt.
Let the anger move.
Let the grief break you open.
Let the illusions fall.
💥 And then - reclaim your power from it. 💥
Do it for you.
Do it for the children.
For humanity.
Because the life on the other side of resentment
is lighter than you can imagine.
And when you get there…
We’ll sit next to you.
❤ With love. ❤
I locked the classroom door and turned to twenty five high school seniors, the Class of 2026. They were supposed to be the digital generation, confident and plugged in. Instead, staring back at me under the glow of hidden phones, they just looked tired.
I asked them to turn their phones off. Not silent. Off.
On my desk sat an old olive green military rucksack that belonged to my father. For weeks they ignored it, assuming it was just junk. They didn’t know it was the heaviest thing in the building.
I dragged it to the center of the room. Thud.
I told them we weren’t doing the Constitution that day. I handed out blank index cards with three rules. No names. Total honesty. Write down the heaviest thing you are carrying.
At first, no one moved. Then Sarah, straight A student, perfect everything, started writing. Then Marcus, the football captain, hunched over his card and wrote just three words.
One by one, they folded their cards and dropped them into the bag.
I zipped it shut and told them this bag was who they really were. Then I began to read.
A father pretending to go to work after losing his job. A student carrying Narcan for their mom. A kid mapping exits everywhere. A teen trapped between parents screaming about politics. A girl with thousands of followers crying alone at night.
Then the last card.
I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m just waiting for a sign to stay.
Marcus was crying openly. Sarah was holding the hand of a boy who usually sat alone. The cliques were gone. They were just kids carrying too much.
I told them the bag would stay in the room so they wouldn’t have to carry it alone anymore.
When the bell rang, no one rushed out. Every student stopped and touched the rucksack on the way out. I see you.
That night, a parent emailed me. Their son hugged them for the first time in years and asked for help.
Everyone you pass is carrying something you can’t see. Be kind. Be curious. Ask the people you love what they’re carrying. You might save a life.
Dick Hoyt and Rick Hoyt shared one of the most INSPIRATIONAL FATHER-SON stories in sports.
Rick was born with cerebral palsy after oxygen deprivation at birth, and doctors told his parents he would never be able to walk, talk, or live independently. Despite this, Dick and his wife refused to institutionalize him.
Years later, Rick was given a communication device that allowed him to express himself, revealing that he was fully aware and deeply motivated to live an active, meaningful life.
Everything changed in 1977 when Rick asked his father to push him in a charity race for a classmate with paralysis. Dick, who wasn’t a runner, agreed. After the race, Rick told his father that when they were running, he felt like he wasn’t handicapped. That moment sparked a lifelong partnership.
Dick began training seriously so Rick could continue racing, pushing him in a specialized wheelchair, pulling him during swims, and carrying him on a custom bike seat.
Together, they completed over a thousand endurance events, including dozens of marathons, Ironman triathlons, and even a run across the United States.
Their story wasn’t about winning races but about love, belief, and inclusion.
Team Hoyt showed the world that limits are often defined by others, and that unwavering support can unlock a life far bigger than anyone imagined.
🚨👽 CONGRESSWOMAN CLAIMS PROOF OF NON-HUMAN INTELLIGENCE ⚠️
U.S. Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna says she was shown information inside a SCIF—a highly secure, no-phones, no-recording room where top-secret government material is reviewed. She suggested that the “interdimensional beings” she learned about may even connect to ancient texts removed from the Bible, like the Book of Enoch, which talks about non-human entities giving advanced knowledge to humans. Luna says these beings are real, and she can’t say more without breaking security rules. This is now the second member of Congress claiming they’ve seen undeniable proof of non-human intelligence…
#Aliens #ufosightings #UFO
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This is a little reminder that my birthday on Monday 7.7.25. And I asked at noon if you can give peace and love, peace, and love everybody. peace and love Ringo. 😎✌️🌟❤️🎶🍒🥦🌈☮️