Back in January 2023, Peyton Hillis took his kids to the beach in Pensacola, Florida.
There had been a bad storm the night before. It was windy that morning but the sun was out, and he didn't think much of it.
Later that morning, his mother started screaming.
"I looked at her and she pointed out to my son, and she says, 'Orry and Camille are drowning.'"
His son Orry was 9. His niece Camille was 8. A rip current had them.
"I didn't even think. I reacted and started running into the water."
Then came the part of this story almost nobody tells.
Hillis reached his son first. And he had to keep swimming.
"I think the scariest point was when I'm swimming to my son and I have to pass by him because my niece is in more danger," Hillis said. "I knew that I had to pass him up to get to Camille first. Because if I didn't, then there's no way she would've made it."
He swam past his own child.
When he got to Camille, she was screaming that they were going to die. He got her onto a boogie board and pointed her toward shore.
Then he turned around and went back for Orry.
By that point his son was, in his words, pretty much limp. Hillis carried 130 pounds of dead weight through a rip current while watching his kid's eyes roll back in his head.
"Lord, please. I really don't care about my life. I don't. But if we can get him out of here, that's the only thing I'm going to care about."
He got him to shore.
Both kids lived. Hillis collapsed.
He was airlifted to Baptist Hospital in Pensacola with lung and kidney failure. Doctors sedated him and put him on a ventilator.
He didn't wake up for about 10 days.
"The first thing I remember is my mom, daughter, and sister standing around me. To their credit, they all act like everything was normal, everything was fine, which calmed me down. I couldn't move. I mean, I couldn't move my body."
Two more weeks in intensive care after that.
Emmitt Smith visited him in the hospital that January and posted a photo, which was the first time anybody outside the family had seen him since it happened. Smith called him a hero.
Hillis stayed quiet through all of it. He gave no interviews for over a month.
When he finally spoke, in February, it wasn't about the rescue.
"I haven't taken any interviews on this because I'd like to keep my family out of the public eye because it was a very traumatic time for us. But I did want to come on here and show my appreciation for everyone who helped save my life. I left the hospital with no worries and concerns and should make a 100 percent recovery. I'm a very lucky and blessed man."
He was a seventh round pick out of Arkansas who ran for 1,177 yards for the Browns in 2010, got voted onto the cover of Madden NFL 12 by fans, and was out of the league by 2015.
Five months after the rescue, he sat down with Michael Strahan and summed it up in one line.
"It is 100% a miracle that somebody didn't die."
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Every year I watch this specific documentary. If you’re not familiar, two French brothers, Jules and Gedeon Naudet, were shadowing a rookie firefighter in a lower Manhattan station for a documentary. The day of 9/11, they get separated but both have cameras. The footage is some of the most visceral of that day. And the connection and emotion of the brothers and the firefighters they had gotten to know is so powerful. https://t.co/Me7RiZwmt5
HUMMINGBIRD LOVERS GET READY!
The great hummingbird migration has just started and is currently underway across Minnesota, southern Canada and Maine. You'll start to see even more heading south across the country in the weeks ahead. Get those hummingbird feeders out!
Gave a dad on the subway a look once, his toddler was eating a donut at 7am, seemed like a lazy breakfast choice, none of my business but I judged anyway.
Heard him on the phone a few stops later, talking to what sounded like a nurse, confirming an appointment time, mentioning the donut was the only thing that stayed down before infusions.
Kid had leukemia. The donut wasn't a lazy choice. It was the one food that gave him enough calories to survive a treatment that made everything else come back up.
Sat there the rest of my ride replaying the look I'd given him.
Try to remember that now anytime something looks careless from the outside. Usually just means I don't have the whole picture yet.
Arthur Brooks teaches at Harvard Business School, where he bans phones from his classroom entirely.
On his Office Hours podcast, he laid out 5 science-backed steps to break a phone addiction:
1) Ban your phone at the edges of your day
An apt day to remember that Dolly Parton once recorded a cover of Stairway to Heaven - and, in defiance of every moral law in the universe, she absolutely owned it.
Beef Cattle currently cost $2000’ish for a calf at 500lbs. You have to feed it 25 lbs of hay per day for 30 months when it is ready to harvest. That’s (9,100 lbs / 900 lbs per bale, for 30 months) 304 bales total at a cost of $1,700. NO OTHER costs, I’m into the cow for $3,700 at 1400lbs full grown. I gross approx 450 lbs of meat. Thats $8.23 cents a pound., in the box.
In this equation there are:
No slaughter costs
No operating costs
No vet/transport costs
No land/property taxes/insurances
No upkeep
No diesel
No seed for the fields
No fencing
No labor, no profit for us working 365 days a year. (Yes, cows eat on holidays)
Nothing!!
For sake of argument, let’s say all these above costs are offset by selling my “premium cuts”, (which isn’t even close….BUT….lets just say for this exercise, it did.
$8.22 a pound.
Now: Please tell me how ground beef I can buy for $7-8 in the store with that retail store making a profit? They have to keep their doors open to. Let’s call it a 25% profit margin (and that’s LOW). That’s them buying ground at $5/$6.
I’ll let y’all form your own conclusions about how this is done. You CUT corners. Period, end of story. Ain’t no other way round it. Next time you buy beef, remember this very basic math and ask yourself what exactly you are putting in your body for $7-8 bucks.
Do yourself a favor and establish a relationship with your local rancher/farmer that you KNOW doesn’t cut corners AND works their brains out 365 days a year just trying to do the right thing to better their community. 🙏🥩🇺🇸
the most interesting aspect of the closet picks series is that you can easily tell who the true artist is and is in love with their craft (passionate about what they do) vs. who is just a nepo baby whose whole life has been engineered since childhood to get into the big league
Yesterday I posted about how MTV Unplugged was a real challenge.
Get up on that small stage without the amps, without the wall of distortion, and see if you can still hold an audience.
Alice in Chains picked up the gauntlet.
They passed with flying colors.
April 1996, Brooklyn Academy of Music.
Layne Staley was already deep in the struggle, but that voice still cut through everything. Jerry Cantrell’s guitar work stayed sharp and heavy even when it was stripped down.
The whole band sounded locked.
“Rooster” was the one that hit hardest.
No theatrics.
No hiding.
Just the song, the weight of it, and a room that went completely still.
"Sounds of Seattle" 1991, festival gratuito pagado por el ayuntamiento para publicitar el talento local. Pearl Jam cierran el concierto a tres días de publicar su primer álbum "Ten" y a un mes de que saliera el "Nevermind" de Nirvana que cambiaría la industria musical de un día para otro.
"Ten" no cuajó en un primer momento tras su lanzamiento y tuvieron que pasar ocho meses hasta que la fuerza de arrastre de "Smells Like Teen Spirit" —y el repentino interés hacia otras bandas grunges por parte de la MTV—, alzaran al icónico álbum al número dos de las listas estadounidenses.
Este fue el último momento en que Pearl Jam no fueron nadie. Tocando en su ciudad, para una mezcla de fans tempraneros del grupo y paisanos que pasaban por ahí y no tenían nada mejor que hacer.
Documentazo.
You will notice a dark pattern in many families. One child, typically but not always the oldest, receives the role of "the golden child". They are praised for their precocious intellects or cleverness and reflect glory on the parents.
Another child, often but not always, the younger or the youngest receives the role of "scapegoat". They receive all the blame for the family dysfunction because they act out, out of pain, and if that dysfunction were acknowledged by the parents, they would have to do something about it. As the parents cannot be responsible, the child becomes responsible. They may be medicated or isolated, anything to deal with their inability to join the family pantomime.
The golden child lives under expectations that absorb them, causing feelings of inauthenticity because they must always look good or make others look good. They can tend to perfectionism and anxiety as they receive love for being perfect and good.
The scapegoat becomes a Cassandra, telling a truth that no one will listen to or hear. The scapegoat may later engage in self-harm or drug abuse to relieve the pain of feelings that could never be acknowledged.
I'm 47. When I was 3 my older cousin let go of my hand for maybe ten seconds near a lake and I went under. Another cousin, 11 at the time, pulled me out.
Family's told that story my whole life exactly one way, the 11 year old was the hero, the other cousin was careless and nearly got me killed.
Nobody ever asked why a 3 year old was standing at the edge of open water being supervised by a child barely old enough to supervise herself.
That cousin carried the blame for decades, still brings it up sometimes at holidays like she's confessing something. I finally told her two years ago it was never her fault, she was eight, she should've never been the one responsible for me in the first place.
She cried. Said thirty nine years and I was the first person in the family to say that part out loud.
Ripped this off the Tok because the broadcast clip doesn’t do it justice and cut away from Fernando flipping the ball out of his glove, but just *listen* to the crowd groan when he does it lmao. All timer.