Story by Mark Grace....
"Rick Sutcliffe gave up back-to-back Home Run`s in Cincinnati.
And in Cincinnati, they shoot off fireworks after a Red hits a home run.
Rick Sutcliffe was pretty intense on the day he pitched.
So Eric Davis takes him deep, and Paul O'Neill takes him deep right after that.
So Sutcliffe is all mad, and pitching coach Billy Connors comes out to the mound and Sutcliffe yells at him:
"I know I gave up back-to-back home runs, but get your ass back in the dugout and tell Zimmer to settle down too!"
Billy Connors looks at Sutcliffe and says:
"I know you have everything under control, Rick.
I just wanted to give that guy running the fireworks a little more time to reload."
With apologies to Mr. Sutcliffe, still my favorite baseball story!
@SenWarren You could give “the typical American” 11 MILLION years and they still would not create PayPal, Tesla, SpaceX, OpenAI, xAI, Neuralink, Boring Company, Ad Astra, all while single-handedly saving free speech for all mankind.
I am the Chief Commercial Officer at United Airlines.
In April we split business class into three tiers and started charging people to pick a seat in the most expensive cabin on the plane. We call it a fare family, which is, technically, a family, and which is, actually, the same seat with three prices and a velvet rope.
We are the first airline in America to do this.
On the slide it is "more choice," which is officially a benefit and naturally the word that gets bigger every quarter. The board loved that phrase.
I did not make flying more expensive. I made it free, and then I sold it back to you one piece at a time, the way a magician hands you back your own watch and waits for applause.
The fare is the bait. It buys the seat and the air, and nothing else, because I price it to win exactly one fight: the top row on Google Flights.
Everything that makes the seat survivable is what we file as an option, which is technically an option and operationally a toll.
The first bag is $45. It is $50 if you wait until the airport, because waiting is a behavior, and we price behavior the way a casino prices the walk to the exit. We call that a convenience differential, which is, technically, your convenience, and which is, actually, mine.
Here is the part I am proudest of.
The fare is taxed by the federal government at 7.5 percent. The bag fee is not. The seat fee is not. Every dollar I move from the ticket to the fee is a dollar the government cannot reach, which is technically a tax efficiency and which is actually the same dollar wearing a different coat.
I have a slide that calls this Fare Optimization.
The seat is my cleanest product. I built the standard seat at 31 inches. I removed nothing from the airplane, of course. It is the same airplane. I just stopped including the seat in the seat, which is on paper a debundling and which is actually the oldest trick in any store: take the thing out of the price, then sell the thing.
If you fly Basic Economy you get no seat at all. You can pick one for $15, or I will put you in a middle seat in row 41 and separate you from your eight-year-old by four rows unless you pay. We call that family seating optimization, which is, in the deck, a service, and which is, actually, a hostage negotiation where I own the building. A parent at the gate watching the seat map load is, to me, the most beautiful thing in aviation: a customer who has already decided.
Families are my highest-converting segment.
A parent will pay anything. I modeled it.
I invented a number called the Comfort Index. The standard seat scores a 4. The seat seven rows forward scores a 7. I made both numbers up, naturally. The difference between them is three inches, and I charge $79 for the three inches. That is value-based pricing, and the value is your spine.
We are a premium airline. We invented the lie-flat bed. So this year I took the most expensive ticket in the building and found things to remove from it, the way you might keep selling a house by quietly taking out the windows. The cheapest business class now loses the lounge, loses a bag, loses the right to change the flight. That is what premium means now: the floor it costs to stop me from taking more.
Nobody believed you could unbundle business class. I did.
The bag fee floats now. It reads the route, the date, and how many times you have searched this flight, and if you came back a third time, you are committed and the fee can feel it, the way a fever feels a pulse. Demand-responsive pricing, which is officially responsive to demand and which is actually responsive to your desperation.
I board the airplane in nine groups. Not because the airplane needs nine groups, but because nine groups means eight things to escape, and I sell the right to stand up earlier. Group 9 is, on paper, a boarding zone. That is the absence of a product, sold back to you as one.
I have lifetime Global Services. I have never paid a bag fee. I have never folded myself into 31 inches. None of the executives have.
We have a phrase for it. We build the zoo. We do not live in it.
Ancillary revenue hit a record. The word ancillary means a side item, officially, and means the entrée now, actually. So next quarter I am charging for the overhead bin, the seatback screen, and a carbon offset on the carbon I burn flying you there.
I am being given Latin America. I will be President by Q4.
I have already started unbundling the word "included," which is, in the FAQ, a courtesy, and which is now a SKU.
People ask me why the seat is so bad.
Have you ever stood in a showroom and not known you were the one being shown? The bad seat is the showroom for the good seat, and I price the good seat at the exact moment you cannot leave the building.
I still do not know how to fly the airplane.
But I know what the airplane is for. It is not for taking you somewhere. It is for finding out what you will pay to make the next four hours hurt a little less.
The ticket was never the price.
The misery is the price. And the misery is the only thing I have left to sell.
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84 years ago today, a pilot running out of fuel made a decision that won the Pacific War. Most Americans have never heard his name.
June 4, 1942. Six months after Pearl Harbor, Japan's navy is undefeated. Four of the carriers that burned Pearl, Akagi, Kaga, Soryu, and Hiryu, are steaming toward Midway to finish off the US Pacific Fleet.
At 7:52 AM, Wade McClusky launches from USS Enterprise leading 32 Dauntless dive bombers. Here's the detail nobody mentions: McClusky is a fighter pilot. He'd been given the air group weeks earlier and had barely flown a dive bomber in combat. Now he's leading every SBD the Enterprise has at the most important target in the Pacific.
9:20 AM. He arrives at the intercept point where the Japanese fleet is supposed to be.
Empty ocean. Nothing for miles.
The Japanese had turned. Nobody knew where. And now McClusky owns the worst math problem in naval aviation: his fuel is bleeding away, and every minute he keeps searching, he condemns more of his own pilots to ditch in open water where nobody will find them.
Doctrine is clear. Turn back.
McClusky keeps going. He works a search pattern, squeezing miles out of dying fuel tanks.
9:55 AM. Far below, a single Japanese destroyer is cutting a white scar across the ocean at flank speed. It's the Arashi, racing to rejoin the fleet after depth-charging the American submarine Nautilus. Think about that. A failed sub attack is about to give away the entire Japanese navy.
McClusky reads the wake like an arrow and follows it.
10:02 AM. The horizon fills with the entire Japanese strike force. Four carriers, their decks crammed with planes being refueled and rearmed. Fuel lines snaking everywhere. Bombs stacked in the open.
And here's the miracle: the sky above them is empty. Minutes earlier, American torpedo squadrons had attacked at sea level and been annihilated. Torpedo 8 lost all 15 planes. One survivor, Ensign George Gay, watched what came next while hiding under his seat cushion in the water. Those doomed pilots dragged every Japanese fighter down to the waves. The door upstairs was wide open.
10:22 AM. McClusky pushes over from 14,500 feet. Both squadrons follow him down onto Kaga. It's actually a mistake, doctrine said split the targets, but Lt. Dick Best catches it mid-dive, pulls out with two wingmen, and goes after Akagi alone. His single bomb pierces the flight deck into the packed hangar. It's enough.
By 10:28, Kaga, Akagi, and Soryu, the third hit simultaneously by Yorktown's bombers, are floating infernos. Six minutes. Three carriers that attacked Pearl Harbor, gone. Hiryu follows them to the bottom that evening.
The cost of McClusky's gamble was real. Many Enterprise bombers never made it home, some shot down, others swallowed by the sea when their tanks ran dry. McClusky himself was jumped by two Zeros on the way out, took five bullets through his shoulder, and still flew his shot-up Dauntless back to the Enterprise.
Admiral Nimitz said McClusky's decision "decided the fate of our carrier task force and our forces at Midway." Japan never won another major battle.
One borrowed pilot. One destroyer's wake. One choice to keep flying when every gauge said go home.
Father, in the name of Jesus Christ,
restore my joy and peace.
Every burden in my heart, every silent battle, every heaviness in my spirit — I lay it at Your feet today.
Lord, breathe upon my life again.
Where anxiety has entered, let Your peace reign.
Where sadness has stayed too long, let Your joy overflow.
Where confusion has weakened me, release clarity and strength.
Your Word says the joy of the Lord is my strength.
I refuse to live in fear, sorrow, depression, and torment.
I receive divine restoration in my mind, my emotions, my spirit, and my life.
Father, heal every wound nobody knows about.
Restore the smile I lost.
Restore the peace I used to have.
Restore my passion for prayer, my hunger for You, and my hope for tomorrow.
I decree and declare:
I will not be broken.
I will not lose myself.
I will not drown in worry.
The peace of God that surpasses all understanding guards my heart and mind through Christ Jesus.
This week, I receive peace.
I receive rest.
I receive joy again.
In Jesus Christ’s mighty name, Amen.
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Today, Wednesday, I am praying for you. 🙏
May the Lord go before you and make every crooked path straight. May He strengthen you where you are weak, provide for you where there is lack, and give you peace in every storm.
“The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.” — Numbers 6:24-26
I pray that:
Every burden in your heart is lifted.
Every closed door according to God’s will opens.
Your health, finances, family, and destiny are preserved.
Fear, confusion, and discouragement leave your life in Jesus’ name.
This Wednesday shall bring good news, favor, mercy, and divine help.
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee.” — Psalm 55:22
May God remember you, fight for you, and surround you with His grace today. Amen. 🙏🔥
WE ARE PRAYING TONIGHT. 🔥
COMMAND YOUR WEEK WITH THESE PRAYER POINTS:
1. Father, thank You for the gift of a new week. Thank You for preserving my life, my family, and everything that concerns me.
2. Every battle assigned against my life this week, I command it to scatter in the name of Jesus.
3. I declare that this week will favor me. Doors of opportunities shall open for me by the mercy of God.
4. Every spirit of delay, disappointment, and bad news assigned against me this week, be destroyed in Jesus’ name.
5. Father, order my steps this week. Let me not make costly mistakes.
6. I declare divine protection over my life, my family, my business, my ministry, and my loved ones.
7. Any evil planned against me secretly, Lord expose it and cancel it.
8. This week I will not cry. I will not mourn. I will not bury anyone close to me in Jesus’ name.
9. Father, release strength upon me where I have become weak and discouraged.
10. I command financial favor and supernatural provision this week. Lack and struggle will not dominate my life.
11. Every closed door standing before me, by the power of God, open now.
12. I reject sickness, accidents, failure, shame, and regret this week.
13. Father, give me wisdom to make the right decisions and discernment to avoid wrong associations.
14. Every agenda of the enemy against my peace, scatter by fire.
15. Lord, let Your hand rest upon me for uncommon grace and unusual testimonies.
16. I declare that this week I shall walk in victory, favor, peace, and divine speed.
17. Father, help me to remain faithful, prayerful, and committed to You throughout this week.
18. Every good thing that belongs to me and has been delayed, let it be released now in Jesus’ name.
19. I decree and declare: I am blessed, protected, preserved, and unstoppable by the grace of God.
20. This week shall end with thanksgiving, testimonies, and joy in Jesus’ mighty name. Amen. 🔥🙏
Noah preached for 120 years that the flood was coming and people needed to repent. Let that sink in...120 years!!!
They heard him regularly, and they ignored him. They saw him collecting wood and preaching and they ignored. They saw him building the ark and preaching and they ignored. They saw him applying the tar and preaching and they ignored. He was like landmark, like regular background noise, like a constant phenomenon that you know is there, but do not give much attention.
One day, they saw the animals come in and Noah kept preaching. They were a bit fascinated, but they ignored. Then they saw him and his family go in and they ignored.
For some days, nothing happened. It did not rain and the boat did not move. The mad preacher and his family were inside the boat. They laughed hard, they mocked, they felt vindicated, they said Noah was lying and moved on with life.
Then God shut the door!
Jist like that! Unannounced and unexpected, the grace period was over. Only the people in the ark were to be saved from the coming horror and death. While the people were busy living their lives, achieving good things and planning for tomorrow, the grace window shut and judgement came. It began to rain, just as Noah had preached.
Keep preaching, keep sharing the Gospel, keep praying for your family members and loved ones. Even as people ignore and move on with life, dont give up. Noah preached 120 years, you too can keep going.
Share God's love, give them the opportunity to get born again, coz one day, just like that and totally unannounced, the grace window will be over and the tribulation will come. The grace dispensation will be over and the door will be shut.
In the meantime, get as many people in, as possible. The door of the ark is still open.
Prov 11:30 - He who wins souls is wise.
Mumebarikiwa!
Give It to God and Sleep
There comes a point in every believer’s life when we must learn the holy art of surrender. Not a surrender of defeat, but one of faith.
You’ve prayed. You’ve fasted. You’ve believed. You’ve done all you know to do—and yet the weight still presses on your chest at night. The thoughts keep racing. The “what ifs” and “whys” multiply in your mind like an unending storm.
But hear the voice of the Lord tonight:
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” — Matthew 11:28
Not just any rest—but the rest of trust. The kind of rest that says, “Father, You are in control, even when I don’t understand.”
David, a man surrounded by war and betrayal, once said:
“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.” — Psalm 4:8
He didn’t say that after the battle was over. He didn’t say that when all his enemies were gone. He said it in the middle of chaos. Because rest is not the absence of trouble, it’s the presence of trust.
When you lie awake at night wondering how the bills will be paid, how your health will be restored, how your family will come together—remember: You are not God.
You were never meant to carry what only God can handle.
“Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.” — 1 Peter 5:7
That means all. Not just the big things. The silent tears. The unspoken fears. The confusion that you mask with a smile. Give them to Him.
Because He never sleeps.
“Behold, He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.” — Psalm 121:4
If He’s staying awake, then why should you?
God is not intimidated by your problems. He is not confused by your situation. Before the foundation of the world, He wrote the ending of your story—and it ends in victory.
So tonight, don’t just close your eyes—close your heart to anxiety.
Lay down your burdens like Abraham laid down Isaac—fully trusting that even if God has to raise the situation from the dead, He will.
Your job is to trust.
His job is to perform.
“Faithful is He that calleth you, who also will do it.” — 1 Thessalonians 5:24
So tonight, let the enemy be confused by your peace. Let hell be shaken by your rest.
Give it to God… and sleep.