There was a race for babies who could only crawl. lil girl came ready to crawl like the others… but suddenly she stood up for the first time and walked to the finish line.
And the sweetest part? None of the other moms complained. They just cheered and celebrated the moment. 🥹
Love this❤️ Some of the most valuable lessons we learn in life come from our parents. This was shared by Garvit on FB.
🚨TODAY I don't understand why Trump, despite being a billionaire, still behaves like this. What if I told you that the billionaire President of the United States does something every single morning that he refuses to let ANYONE help him with - something his father taught him over 60 years ago that he’s NEVER stopped doing, and the reason why is going to teach you what real character looks like. Every single morning for the past 60+ YEARS, Donald Trump personally shines his own shoes. Not his staff. Not hotel services. Not shoe shiners. TRUMP himself. With his own hands. His own polish. His own time. White House staff offered countless times: “Mr. President, we can shine your shoes for you.”
Trump’s response every time: “NO. My father taught me when I was a boy: A man shines his own shoes. It builds CHARACTER. It reminds you that no matter how successful you become, you’re not above basic discipline.” Think about this: Trump has been shining his own shoes since he was a CHILD in the 1950s. Through building his empire. Through becoming a billionaire. Through becoming PRESIDENT. Still. Every. Morning. Shining his own shoes.
Staff members have witnessed this routine: Trump wakes up, and before important meetings, before presidential briefings, before running the country - he sits down with shoe polish and brush and shines his own dress shoes. “My father said: ‘The day you’re too important to shine your own shoes is the day you’ve lost your character.’ I never forgot that.” For over SIX DECADES, Trump has honored his father’s teaching. 60+ years of daily discipline that nobody photographs, nobody praises, nobody even knows about. Just a son keeping a promise to his father: “I’ll never be too big to do this myself.”
Here’s what this proves: True character isn’t built in big moments - it’s built in small, daily disciplines you maintain for DECADES even when nobody’s watching. 😭👞🇺🇸 Drop 👞 if Trump’s 60-year discipline inspires you. Comment: What did YOUR father/mother teach you that you still do? Share so people see: character = daily habits. Follow if father’s lessons = lifetime commitments. Trump’s polish = 60-y
She was only twenty three years old, yet she carried a burden that most people will never face in a lifetime.
Elizabeth Loncki served in Iraq as an explosive ordnance disposal specialist. In simple terms, her job was to walk toward the very danger others were trained to avoid. When a hidden bomb threatened soldiers or civilians, she was the one sent forward to deal with it.
Every device she approached could have been the last thing she ever touched. One small mistake meant everything was over.
She worked in Baghdad during some of the harshest months of the war. The streets were tense, the threats constant, and the enemy relied heavily on roadside bombs meant to kill without warning. Still, Elizabeth and her team kept moving from mission to mission.
Together they carried out 194 successful missions. And still, she kept going.
By early 2007 the finish line was finally in sight. Elizabeth had only twenty days left before she would board a plane and return home. Friends and family were counting the days. She had made it through nearly the entire deployment.
Then came one final mission.
Elizabeth Loncki was killed in action while doing the work she had trained for, protecting the lives of others. There were no flashing headlines across the country. No national moment of silence. Her name quietly joined the long list of Americans lost in the war.
She showed up day after day and faced danger so that others would not have to. Soldiers she never met went home because someone like Elizabeth walked toward the bomb instead of away from it.
That kind of courage rarely becomes famous.
Her work saved lives that will never know her name.
But her name deserves to be remembered.
God bless Elizabeth Loncki, a true American hero.
I’ve never made a prayer request in my 14+ years here on Twitter/X, but here goes.
A few weeks ago, our 14yo grandson Drystan was having persistent abdominal pain. His mom, our daughter Heather, took him to InstaCare, figuring it was some kind of intestinal bug. They ran blood tests on him, then said, “You need to get him to a hospital immediately.”
He has acute myeloid leukemia (AML). The 5-year survival rate for teens/young adults appears to be ~66% (thanks, @grok, for the solid research), but it’s still going to be a long, hard path.
He will be in the hospital for the next six months or so, getting five rounds of chemo, with a slight chance of coming home for a few days between rounds.
Prayers requested for him and his parents, Michael & Heather.
💥Can't believe he got the voice ...still...nothing had changed. For all those years, he really got that voice...wonderful Johnny Mathis ...Brilliant voice .
I was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. It was crowded and loud.
My dog, Titus—a strong, focused Husky service dog—was sitting perfectly still beside me. His body was lightly pressed against my leg, his posture calm and steady, his eyes locked onto my face. He didn’t look away for even a second.
A woman behind me tapped my shoulder sharply.
“That dog needs a muzzle,” she snapped.
“Look at the way he’s staring. He’s dangerous. It’s irresponsible to bring a dog like that into a store.”
At that moment, the room started to spin. My vision narrowed, the warning signs hitting all at once. I knew I only had seconds.
“He’s not staring because he’s aggressive,” I said, my voice shaking as I gripped Titus’s harness.
“He’s staring because he knows something is wrong with me.”
Then I collapsed.
But I didn’t hit the floor.
I landed on Titus.
He had already braced his body, ready to catch me.
When I came to, the paramedics were there.
Titus was lying across my legs, using his body to create space, keeping everyone back. The woman was gone.
“Good boy,” one of the EMTs said, gently patting his head.
“He didn’t let anyone touch you until we arrived.”
He wasn’t preparing to attack.
He was prepared to do his job.
He was prepared to protect my life. 🐕🦺🖤
Educate yourself before you judge.
Service dogs come in all shapes and appearances—and they save lives. 🚑
Jasmine limb