I'm a Canadian who's been keeping track of your journey with a great deal of enjoyment. I used to spend a lot of time in the U.S. on business and on vacation, and I too fell in love with America.
I'm not surprised that when Americans decide to show their gratitude to a visiting European who's been raving about the U.S. on social media, they don't hesitate to go all out.
I love that part of the American spirit which abhors mediocrity.
No other country's citizens can outdo the uniquely American attitude which compels them to live according to the adage, “Oh yeah? You ain't seen nothing yet!”
Good for you Freddy and the buddies you're traveling with.
And good for @ellalangleymsic for rising to the occasion.
Enjoy the concert!
Life does not determine our character,,, it reveals it 🙏🏾
As someone who battled addiction and is in recovery and fights every day,,, I applaud everyone who speaks up and makes people feel like they ain’t alone. Be kind,,, you never know what battle someone else is going thru ✊🏾
To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
Hey @HunterBiden have you heard Johnny Blue Skies’s song Make America Fuk Again yet? There’s a great line that references you.
Sturgill quips “I got that Hunter Biden energy, I’ll make a hooker fuck around and fall in love”
Good stuff.
This is the most “The European mind can’t comprehend this” moment of my life. One of my friends said, “Punch me five times tomorrow and I’ll still think this isn’t real.”
You've got to be Happy! Ain't no getting around that. A happy u is a productive, kind, positive & Loving you. Eliminate those things that cause u pain, heartache & tribulation. You deserve to be happy! That's on you. #COACHPRIME