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I've come to the realization that many hardworking people can appear incredibly diligent. Jack of all trades, always projecting their imagination onto the screen of reality. Never for once a sluggard.
But despite all these efforts, many still fail. What should we call that? Oh! You might say it's fate, right? Or perhaps you think you're simply not good enough?
Think not in that direction. There's a word of encouragement waiting for you here....
My name is Amelia Brooks, My husband, Jonathan, was 52 when he died, 😭😭💔
The police called it a robbery gone wrong, His best friend, Marcus, was the person who identified his body, Marcus stood beside me at the funeral., He held my hand, He cried with me.
Marcus: “Amelia, I promise you, I'll help protect everything Jonathan built.”
I believed him.
Jonathan owned six commercial properties, three apartment buildings, and a manufacturing company worth nearly $14 million.
After his death, Marcus became strangely helpful.
He handled tenants.
He spoke to lawyers.
He even offered to manage the properties until I was ready.
I thought he was protecting us.
I was wrong.
Almost a year after Jonathan's death, our family lawyer, Daniel Reeves, called me.
Daniel: “Amelia, I need you to come to my office.”
Me: “Is something wrong with the estate?”
He paused.
Daniel: “Something is very wrong.”
When I arrived, he locked the office door.
Then he placed a folder in front of me.
Daniel: “Your husband came here three weeks before he died.”
My heart stopped.
Me: “Why didn't you tell me?”
Daniel: “Because he made me promise not to.”
I opened the folder.
Inside was a copy of a property transfer.
Jonathan had planned to move ownership of his most valuable property worth $6.8 million into a trust for me and our two children.
But the transfer was never completed.
Me: “Why?”
Daniel looked at me.
Daniel: “Because Jonathan discovered someone was trying to take it from him.”
My hands started shaking.
Me: “Who?”
Daniel slid another paper across the desk.
It contained three names.
One was Marcus.
The second was a property developer.
The third was someone I never expected.
Me: “Why is my husband's brother on this list?”
Daniel's voice became quiet.
Daniel: “Because Jonathan believed the three of them were working together.”
I couldn't breathe.
Me: “Are you saying they killed him?”
Daniel didn't answer.
Instead, he opened another file.
Inside was a photograph from a security camera.
It showed Marcus standing outside Jonathan's office on the night he died.
I stared at it.
Me: “But Marcus told the police he was home.”
Daniel nodded.
Daniel: “He lied.”
Then my phone rang.
It was Marcus.
I answered.
Marcus: “Amelia, where are you?”
I looked at Daniel.
Me: “Why?”
Silence.
Then Marcus whispered:
“Because Daniel isn't telling you everything.”
The call ended.
I looked at my lawyer.
He was pale.
Me: “What does he mean?”
Daniel slowly opened one final envelope.
Inside was a handwritten note from my husband.
Only six words were written on it:
“Daniel knows who killed me.”
The insurance agent slid the computer screen toward him.
Agent: Your monthly premium increased by $41.
Customer: Why?
Agent: There’s been a change in your credit-based insurance score.
Customer: My what?
Agent: Your credit score dropped 18 points.
Customer: Because of a medical bill I already paid.
Agent: The report still shows it as outstanding.
The customer pulled out his phone.
Customer: I paid it three months ago. Here’s the confirmation email.
The agent looked at the receipt.
Agent: I believe you.
Customer: Then why am I paying more?
Agent: The underwriting system only sees what’s reported to us.
Customer: So the computer says I didn’t pay, even though I have proof that I did?
Agent: That’s basically what’s happening.
Customer: Can you fix it?
Agent: I can submit a dispute.
Customer: How long?
Agent: Usually 10 to 14 business days.
Customer: And during those two weeks?
Agent: Your premium stays at the new rate…
My friend (27) went dress shopping with him (30).
The saleswoman smiled and said,
“Most guys pick the tight ones. You know… the ones that look good in photos.”
He looked at her, then at his girlfriend, and simply said:
“I’m not the one wearing it.
I want her to feel like herself when she walks into the room.”
The saleswoman still tried.
“Black is always safe. Men love black.”
He turned to his girlfriend instead.
“Which one makes you feel the most like you?”
She chose a soft sage green.
Not the tightest. Not the shortest.
Just the one that made her stand a little taller in the mirror.
He didn’t say a word.
Just paid.
Yesterday, I didn’t post on any of my socials. Not because I had nothing to say or because I was busy… I just genuinely wasn’t in the mood.
And you know what? I’m learning that it’s okay.
Sometimes you just need to put the phone down, stay in your own space, breathe and not force yourself to show up online just because you’re trying to be consistent.
Social media can wait. Life can wait. Even content can wait sometimes. 😂
I’ll post when I have something to say, I’ll disappear when I need to breathe, and I’ll come back when I’m ready.
No guilt. No pressure. We move.
Needed this today. I’ve heard that exact “don’t worry about me, just look after yourself” more times than I can count. Going to check in properly this week instead of leaving it.
Yesterday, I called my dad just to say, “How are you?”
He went quiet for a few seconds and said, “I’m fine, son.”
But something in his voice didn’t sound fine.
I asked again.
This time he laughed and said, “Don’t worry about me. Just take care of yourself.”
That sentence stayed with me all night.
Sometimes, the people who love us the most are the ones who hide their struggles so we can sleep peacefully.
So today, call your parents.
Call your siblings.
Check on that friend who suddenly stopped talking.
Don’t wait for bad news before you realize how much someone means to you.
❤️
And if nobody has told you today: you matter too. Keep going. Better days are coming.
Haaland’s trophy count is definitely part of the argument, but the Ballon d’Or isn’t decided by trophies alone. Individual performances, consistency and impact across the season all matter too.
🚨Lamine Yamal and Kylian Mbappe doesn’t deserve to top two in balon d’or😤.
Haaland had better performances than Yamal and has two trophies which Mbappe has none.
So tell me why are people campaigning for this guys to win? It makes no sense.
Last night I couldn't sleep so I downloaded bumble just out of curiosity because I've never downloaded a dating app before.
The experience, my god!
I got 15 likes while I was setting up the account. I didn't even post a proper picture of me! Two mirror selfies, face hidden in both. The rest were skies and flowers.
It was late so I went to bed and today I woke up to 100 likes and by afternoon it was 160 or something and later it showed 150+
Wth was that even? Kisi se bhi baat kar lete ladke?(It was a fake account btw)😭😭
The whole thing was so weird and honestly a little funny. I even liked two guys! I liked one purely because of the cut of his suit (fashion nerd). It was immaculate. The other one spoke five languages and hence got a like lol.
I deleted the app.
Love that only waits to be received eventually withers. The relationships that last are the ones where both people keep showing up, even when it’s inconvenient.
Sometimes, in our lives, the people we think would always be there for us might not even be an inch close. And these are people who, in one way or another, promised to be there forever.
When this happens, what should we do?
Check on them. See how they are faring. Visit if need be. Call them too. Check on their well-being.
Employer: Your salary is staying at $62,000 this year.
Employee: Okay.
Employer: You’re not going to ask about a raise?
Employee: No.
He looked surprised.
Employer: Most people would at least ask.
Employee: I already know the answer.
Employer: What answer?
Employee: That there’s no room in the budget.
He leaned back.
Employer: So you’re just accepting it?
Employee: No.
Employer: Then what are you doing?
Employee: Leaving.
He laughed.
Employer: Leaving over a raise?
Employee: Not exactly.
Employer: Then what?
Employee: I found another job.
His smile disappeared.
Hey @grok Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu's choice of cell phone brand and the taping over of cameras have dominated the global agenda.
What could he be hiding?