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Long before the world celebrated warrior queens, there was Cynane.
Born around 357 BC, Cynane was a Macedonian princess, the daughter of King Philip II and the half-sister of Alexander the Great. Yet unlike most royal women of her era, she was not raised to stand quietly behind powerful men. Her mother, Audata, was an Illyrian princess from a culture where women were expected to ride, hunt, and fight. Cynane grew up learning skills that were usually reserved for men: horsemanship, weapons training, military strategy, and survival.
She would become one of the ancient world's most extraordinary female warriors.
Ancient sources describe Cynane not as a symbolic figurehead but as a woman who fought in battle herself. During a campaign against the Illyrians, she reportedly faced Queen Caeria in combat and killed her, helping secure victory for Macedon. In an age when women were often excluded from military life, Cynane earned respect from hardened soldiers by proving she could do what few others dared.
Her life was marked by personal loss as well as courage. Philip II arranged her marriage to Amyntas IV, a royal relative with a claim to the Macedonian throne. Together they had a daughter, Adea. But when Alexander seized power after Philip's assassination, Amyntas was executed as a political rival. Cynane was widowed while still young.
Many royal women would have disappeared into the background after such a tragedy. Cynane did the opposite.
She refused to remarry and instead devoted herself to raising her daughter as she had been raised: strong, educated, and skilled in warfare. She believed women could wield power, and she intended for her daughter to prove it.
When Alexander the Great died suddenly in 323 BCE, his vast empire erupted into chaos. Generals, nobles, and rival factions scrambled for control. Cynane recognized that the future of the dynasty was hanging by a thread. Taking matters into her own hands, she armed an escort and marched across the empire to arrange a marriage between her daughter and Philip III Arrhidaeus, Alexander's half-brother and the new king.
It was a bold political gamble—and a dangerous one.
The powerful regent Perdiccas saw Cynane as a threat to his ambitions. He ordered his brother Alcetas to stop her. Cynane was murdered before she could complete her mission.
But even in death, she won.
The Macedonian soldiers were outraged by the killing of a princess they admired and a warrior they respected. Fearing revolt, the generals approved the marriage Cynane had fought to secure. Her daughter, renamed Eurydice, became Queen of Macedon and emerged as a major political force in her own right.
History remembers Alexander as the conqueror who built an empire. Yet Cynane achieved something just as remarkable in a world determined to silence women: she commanded soldiers, fought on battlefields, shaped royal succession, and forced powerful men to reckon with her influence. More than 2,300 years later, her story remains a reminder that some women refused to accept the roles history assigned them—and changed history because of it.
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Ohio native Alicia Titus lived in San Francisco, California. She had backpacked through Spain and Morocco, parachuted out of planes, and taken a cross-country road trip with her mother. She chronicled her exploits in travel essays. Titus held marketing jobs before becoming a United Airlines flight attendant in 2001. On 9/11, she was working aboard Flight 175. Titus was 28 years old. #NeverForget911 #WomensHistoryMonth #911Museum
Be brave enough to begin, persistent enough to continue, humble enough to improve—and patient enough to trust the process.
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Top 15 Things Money Can’t Buy : Time. Happiness. Inner Peace. Integrity. Love. Character. Manners. Health. Respect. Morals. Trust. Patience. Class. Common sense. Dignity.
Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
"On July 3, 1976, Tina Turner waited until her husband, Ike, fell asleep in their Dallas hotel room. Her face was swollen and bruised from another beating. In her pocket were just 36 cents and a Mobil gas card. Nothing more.
She slipped out of the Statler Hilton and ran. Not toward a car. Not toward help she could call. She ran straight across Interstate 30, weaving through traffic in the dark, nearly hit by a truck, driven by nothing but survival. On the other side stood the Ramada Inn. The manager recognized her instantly, even through the injuries. He gave her a room on the eleventh floor and placed a guard outside her door. For three days, Tina stayed hidden there, too injured to even eat properly, letting her body begin to heal.
Three weeks later, she filed for divorce. When asked what she wanted from sixteen years of marriage, her answer stunned everyone. She wanted nothing except her name. No house. No money. No royalties. Just “Tina Turner.” A name created to control her, now the only thing she could use to rebuild her life.
She walked away with debt, an IRS tax lien, and an industry that believed she was finished. Nearly forty years old, a Black woman in a business obsessed with youth, with no ownership of her past music. The odds were stacked brutally against her.
But Tina refused to accept defeat. She turned to Nichiren Buddhism, chanting daily for strength. She took every job she could find. Game shows. Hotel lounges. County fairs. Corporate events. She even cleaned houses between performances. While the world called her a has-been, she was quietly reconstructing herself piece by piece.
Then came 1984.
At forty-four, she released Private Dancer. It changed everything. The album sold more than twenty million copies. “What’s Love Got to Do with It” reached number one, her first solo chart-topper. She won three Grammy Awards in 1985, performed at Live Aid, and starred in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. The world finally recognized her as the Queen of Rock and Roll.
Her second act lasted decades. Record-breaking tours. Twelve Grammy Awards. Over one hundred million records sold. A career rebuilt entirely on her own terms.
And love found her too. Erwin Bach met Tina at an airport in 1986 and never left her side. When her kidneys failed in 2016, he offered her one of his own without hesitation. In 2017, he kept that promise and saved her life.
On May 24, 2023, Tina Turner passed away peacefully in Switzerland at the age of eighty-three, with Erwin beside her. She left behind more than music. She left proof.
It is never too late to reclaim your life. You can begin again at forty. At fifty. At any age. All it takes is the courage to cross the road.
Thirty-six cents. A gas card. And an unbreakable will.
That is how legends are made."
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Reverend Jesse Jackson called on each of us to be heralds of change, to be messengers of hope; to step forward and say “Send me” wherever we have a chance to make an impact.
How fortunate we were that Jesse Jackson answered that call. What a great debt we owe to him.
@InspiringThinkn Over interpreting for small things or words, spoils our day, better avoid it. The best practice is let go. We are unnecessarily spending our time for small things for nothing and becoming unhappy with heavy head and sad face.. Thank you, Roy. 👍👌🏻
“You’re going to lose business,” my neighbor warned, staring at the baby in my arms like he was a mistake.
I had flour on my hands and Danny pressed against my chest, warm and quiet. Orders were stacking up. The ovens were full. My cousin had just given birth—and just as quickly, she walked away.
“They say I can’t raise a child with Down syndrome,” she told me.
I didn’t argue.
I brought him home.
The bakery kept running.
I learned to knead dough with one hand and rock him with the other. I opened before sunrise, baked through the morning rush, and let him nap in a basket behind the register. Sometimes he giggled at the sound of the bell on the door. Sometimes he cried while I frosted cakes. We figured it out together.
Some people stared.
A few complained.
But many stayed.
They watched him grow up between sacks of flour and warm trays of bread. His first steps were on the tile floor near the ovens. His first words floated over the hum of mixers. He learned customers’ names before he learned to read. He memorized recipes the way other kids memorized cartoons.
The bakery wasn’t just where he grew up.
It was where he belonged.
Fifty years later, my hands ache before the morning rush. I move slower now. I can’t carry the business the way I once did.
But Danny can.
He runs the ovens. He greets every customer by name. He remembers who likes extra icing, who needs their bread sliced thin, who just lost a spouse and needs a kind word with their coffee.
People walk in and ask, “Is Danny baking today?”
And if he is, they smile.
“If Danny’s baking, I’ll wait,” they say. “He makes it better.”
They were wrong all those years ago.
This bakery didn’t survive despite Danny.
It survived because of him. ❤️
Credit: creamyposh
On this day in 2018 the great singer of The Cranberries Dolores O'Riordan passed away.
In her honor, here is one of her greatest performances, "Zombie" in 1999.
It has been 8 years since our friend and bandmate passed away. It doesn't get easier with time but focusing on the many positive memories and hearing her unique, awe inspiring voice helps to keep the sadness at bay.
Love always, Ferg, Noel and Mike
Photo by Andy Earl.