Some secrets to happiness and fulfillment:
1. Know what you believe and why you believe it.
2. Stand your ground.
3. Be good to others.
4. Spend each day working to be a better version of you tomorrow than you were yesterday.
God bless. ✝️🇺🇲
She ate lunch alone for 730 days straight. What this 16-year-old built from that pain now protects millions of kids worldwide.
Seventh grade. Natalie Hampton carried her tray through a packed cafeteria and felt it — that specific, suffocating dread of not knowing where to go.
She'd already learned what happened when you approached the wrong table. The silence. The turned backs. The whispered laughter that followed you all the way to the empty table by the wall.
The one everyone could see.
The one that said: nobody wants her.
For two full years — 730 consecutive lunches — that table was hers. Alone.
The bullying went further than whispers. She was shoved into lockers. Four physical attacks in two weeks. She came home with scratches and bruises. When she finally reported it, school administrators sent her to counseling — to find out what she was doing wrong.
The isolation grew so heavy she was hospitalized for anxiety.
Then ninth grade came. A new school. And almost overnight — everything changed. Students welcomed her. She made friends within weeks. She finally knew what safe felt like.
But she couldn't stop thinking about the kids still sitting at the wall table. Right now. Today.
She remembered what she'd needed most during all those lunches. Not a teacher. Not a pamphlet. Just one person saying: "You can sit with us."
So at 16 — with zero coding experience and "a lot of enthusiasm," as she put it — Natalie built exactly that.
She called it Sit With Us.
The idea was simple and genius: students sign up as "ambassadors," keeping their table open. Other kids privately browse available tables on their phones before ever walking into the cafeteria — and show up knowing they're already welcome.
No public rejection. No moment of judgment. Just a guaranteed seat.
Within 7 days of launching: 10,000 downloads.
Then the world found her. NPR. The Washington Post. CBS News. Messages from Morocco, Australia, the Philippines, France — kids who'd been eating alone for years, finally finding a place to belong.
Sit With Us now operates in 30 countries.
"Even if it helps one person," Natalie said quietly, "it was worth building."
She turned 730 lunches of loneliness into a lifeline for millions.
That's not just survival. That's transformation.
"Christians follow Paul, not Jesus."
That used to be my favorite argument as a Muslim.
Then I actually studied Paul.
And the argument fell apart.
Paul wasn't some random guy inventing theology. He was a Pharisee trained under Gamaliel, one of the most respected Jewish teachers of his generation.
He knew the Torah.
He knew the prophets.
And he hated Christianity.
He persecuted Christians, dragged them from their homes, and approved their executions.
Then something happened.
He encountered the risen Christ.
And overnight, the man hunting Christians became one.
Think about that.
If Paul invented Christianity, why did he spend his life pointing people to Jesus instead of himself?
Why did Peter, James, and John endorse him?
Why did his teachings align with the apostles who actually walked with Christ?
And why would he willingly endure beatings, imprisonment, stoning, and eventually execution for a message he knew was false?
People may die for something they mistakenly believe is true.
But they do not willingly die for a lie they invented themselves.
Paul didn't create Christianity.
He met the risen Jesus and spent the rest of his life proclaiming Him.
If you've been told Paul invented Christianity, you've been handed a slogan, not an argument.
We are getting ready to head to the hospital for my husband’s surgery and just wanted to say thank you so much to all of who have shared messages, prayers and well wishes for Abraham. We are humbled and so grateful to be surrounded by aloha during this really tough time. 🙏🏽
I did not meet Jesus in a church. And I definitely was not looking for Him.
I was not saved by a pastor.
I met Jesus while reading the Quran.
And the wildest part was this:
He was already there.
Surah 3:45 calls Him the Messiah, honored in this world and the next.
Surah 4:171 calls Him a word from Allah and a spirit from Him.
Surah 3:49 says He gives life to the dead, heals the blind and the leper, and creates from clay.
And I remember sitting there thinking:
There is no way this is “just another prophet.”
So I compared Him to Muhammad because I had to.
One gives life.
The other led wars.
One is called sinless.
The other prayed for forgiveness.
One raises the dead.
The other could not overcome death himself.
And I started asking questions I was never supposed to ask:
Why is Jesus the only one called the Messiah?
Why is He the only one born of a virgin?
Why is He the only one coming back to judge the world?
Why does the Quran give Jesus divine titles but never fully explain them?
That tension wrecked me intellectually.
Because the same book telling me not to worship Jesus could not stop elevating Him above every other prophet.
And eventually I realized something:
I did not leave Islam because I hated it.
I left because I followed the clues honestly.
And every single one of them led me to Jesus Christ.
When I was Muslim, I used to ask Christians:
“If Jesus was really God, why did He eat, sleep, and bleed like us?”
And honestly, I used to ask it with pride like it was some unbeatable argument.
But later I realized something:
That question was not exposing Christianity.
It was exposing my misunderstanding of what kind of God Jesus claimed to be.
Because the real question is not:
“Why would God become weak?”
The real question is:
“What kind of God would willingly step into human suffering at all?”
Islam taught me about a God who was distant and untouchable.
But Christianity introduced me to a God who stepped into hunger, exhaustion, grief, pain, betrayal, blood, and suffering with us.
And suddenly His humanity stopped feeling like weakness to me.
It became proof of love.
If Jesus ate, it means He came close enough to experience hunger beside us.
If He slept, it means He embraced the exhaustion we carry.
If He bled, it means He did not stand above suffering watching us from a distance.
He entered it Himself.
Philippians 2 says Christ emptied Himself and took on flesh.
Not because He stopped being God, but because He wanted humanity to finally see what God is actually like.
And it turns out God is willing to suffer for the people He loves.
That changed everything for me.
Because every other religion demanded sacrifice from humanity.
Jesus became the sacrifice Himself.
And no prophet in history ever claimed that.
When American POWs tried to sneak her notes with their personal information to tell their families they were still alive, she gave them to the North Vietnamese. Some of them were beaten to death. You are both commies and you can both fuck off.
Dear @megynkelly, there have been 48,000+ Islamic terror attacks in nearly 70 countries since 9/11 alone. That fact is veridical independently of Israel. Islam has eradicated Christianity in countless societies and this has been the reality prior to the existence of modern day Israel. Cheers.
I divorced The Megyn Kelly show a couple months ago. It’s shocking to see the massive turn from the things she once stood for. I never saw this coming @megynkelly. I haven’t missed her show one bit and I’ll never go back. Here she is pushing Islam👇👀👀
Even decades after Vietnam, shrapnel from his 37 wounds kept randomly working its way out of his body.
Roy Benavidez’s daughter would be driving with him and suddenly notice blood trickling down the back of his head.
Roy would just reach back, yank the metal fragment out with his fingers, flick it away, and keep chatting like it was a stray piece of lint on his shirt.
Just another Monday for the most badass American to ever do it.
🇺🇸 Most Badass Americans You Don’t Know: #1 Roy Benavidez
Roy Benavidez is the badass of American badasses.
A doctor was zipping him into a body bag. He spit in his face to prove he was still very much alive.
Born in 1935 in Cuero, Texas, to Mexican and Yaqui Indian parents. Orphaned young. Raised poor. Dropped out of school at 15 to shine shoes and pick crops.
He enlisted anyway.
Became a Green Beret with the 5th Special Forces Group.
In 1965, on his first Vietnam tour, he stepped on a landmine during a reconnaissance patrol and was badly wounded.
Paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors said he’d never walk again and started his medical discharge papers.
He refused to accept it. Every night when the hospital was quiet he crawled out of bed and dragged himself across the floor to the wall to force his body to stand.
Night after night he fought for every inch of strength until after more than a year in hospitals he walked out ready to return to combat..
May 2, 1968, west of Loc Ninh near the Cambodian border.
A 12-man Special Forces recon team plus nine Montagnard allies was surrounded by over 1,000 NVA troops.
Benavidez was back at the forward base listening to the desperate radio calls.
He volunteered instantly.
Armed with nothing but a knife and a medical bag, he jumped from a hovering helicopter straight into the kill zone.
He sprinted 75 meters through withering fire to reach the pinned-down team.
Wounded in the leg, face, and head before he even got there.
Took command anyway. Repositioned the survivors. Directed their fire. Threw smoke to guide the birds in.
Carried and dragged wounded men to the extraction helicopter while under constant fire.
Went back for the team leader’s body and the classified documents on it.
Hit again — small-arms fire ripped into his abdomen, grenade fragments shredded his back. His intestines were hanging out.
The extraction helicopter’s pilot was mortally wounded at the exact same moment. The aircraft, riddled with bullets, crashed hard into the jungle.
Benavidez pulled the stunned survivors from the overturned wreckage and formed a tiny defensive perimeter.
He moved through heavy fire passing out ammo and water, encouraging the men, calling in air strikes and gunship runs.
Wounded a third time — shot in the thigh while treating another soldier.
In brutal hand-to-hand fighting an NVA soldier clubbed him from behind and bayoneted him. Benavidez yanked the bayonet out of his own body, drew his knife, and killed the man.
Spotted two more enemies rushing the second extraction chopper. Grabbed an AK-47 and dropped them both.
Made trip after trip carrying wounded men aboard while taking devastating fire.
37 separate wounds — gunshots, shrapnel, bayonets.
Only after every surviving man and every classified document was safely loaded did he allow himself to be pulled aboard the last helicopter.
He collapsed as it lifted off.
Medics later thought he was dead and put him into a body bag.
A friend recognized him and called a doctor over for help.
The doctor, convinced he was gone, began to zip the bag shut.
Benavidez spit in the doctor’s face to prove he was still alive.
Roy Benavidez saved at least eight men that day.
He was initially awarded only the Distinguished Service Cross.
The Medal of Honor was denied multiple times — at the time no living eyewitnesses corroborated his actions, and Benavidez himself believed the entire team had been wiped out.
Twelve years later the team’s radioman, Brian O’Connor, was on holiday in Australia when he read a newspaper story about Benavidez.
He sat down and wrote a detailed 10-page eyewitness report that verified everything, then came forward and finally made the upgrade possible.
President Ronald Reagan personally presented him the Medal of Honor in 1981 and said if the story were a movie script, no one would believe it.
Roy Benavidez is an American Legend 🇺🇸