Tammy Howell

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

A 92-year-old North Carolina man got so bored 2 months into retirement that he applied to work at Chick-fil-A...

...his smile, kindness, and passion for Jesus became so contagious that when he got sick and missed 3 days of work, an ENTIRE TOWN began asking where he was.

His name is Gilbert Martin.

Everybody calls him "Mr. Gil."

Mr. Gil is 92 years old, and works at the Chick-fil-A on Oleander Drive in Wilmington, NC.

He spent decades working in the natural gas industry and when he retired, he greeted people at Sam's Club for 12 MORE years, until they eliminated his position.

Most people would call that a sign to finally rest, but not Mr. Gil!

Two months into retirement, he got bored... so he walked into Chick-fil-A and put in an application.

He was 86 years old at the time.

He's been there ever since.

Not one or two shifts a week either. Monday through Friday.

He says the full schedule gives him more chances to be there for people who need him.

His official job is dining host.
Clean tables.
Clean floors.

But Mr Gil doesn't see it that way... as he describes it, his real job is:

"I get a lot of people that are coming in, just been to the doctor, and got bad news... I'm able to be an encourager; the Lord gave me that."

A 92-year-old man who could be resting at home... chooses to stand in a dining room five days a week... so strangers on the worst day of their lives don't have to be alone.

And Wilmington noticed.

When Mr. Gil caught a cold and missed a couple of days, the owner said he was FLOODED with HUNDREDS of customers who were panicked about him.

Mr. Gil has zero plans to retire.

He says if you ever see him working, come say hi.

"I don't know what 92 is supposed to feel like, but I feel great. Serving others has always brought me joy because I believe that a smile and a kind word can make someone's day a little brighter.”

We need more of this in the world!!!!

[Pastor Rich Bitterman @w_bitterman]

One day, a man discusses the future of countries. The next, the country discusses him in the past tense. He was gone between two sunsets.

A dead man’s calendar can still look busy. Meetings remain written in their squares. Unanswered messages wait inside a glowing screen, each one addressed to someone who can no longer reply. Death does not clear the desk before it enters the room. It simply comes.

Lindsey Graham’s sudden death still places a cold hand upon every living shoulder. It reminds us that tomorrow has never signed a promise to return. We build our lives upon the quiet assumption that another day waits nearby. Forgiveness is saved for later and hard conversations remain buried beneath the hope of a better hour. Christians sit across from people they love, talk about weather, politics, ball games, grandchildren, and supper, then swallow the name of Jesus because the moment feels uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the clock keeps moving toward an appointment written on a calendar we cannot see, “It is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).

That word, appointed, removes death from the realm of chance. God knows the hour when each heart will beat for the last time. We often reschedule dentists, cancel lunches and move meetings into next week. This appointment remains fixed. Our ignorance of the date never changes its certainty and scripture refuses to paint death with soft colors. Death entered the world through sin. God formed Adam from the dust, breathed life into him and placed him beneath the goodness of His rule. Adam rebelled, and then humanity followed. Every grave now carries us back to Eden, where the creature reached for God’s throne and found dust waiting beneath his feet.

Death feels unnatural because it is an intruder. It tears souls from bodies, husbands from wives, parents from children and voices from rooms that still remember their sound. Beneath every funeral lies a greater terror. After death comes judgment.

Power cannot bribe that court. Reputation cannot sway its verdict. Religion cannot hide the stains we carried beneath our Sunday clothes. Every secret enters the light, where excuses fall silent. The holy God before whom angels cover their faces will judge us with perfect righteousness.

Our need reaches far deeper than a longer life. We need a Savior. Jesus entered our world of hospital rooms, funeral clothes and sealed tombs. Outside the grave of Lazarus, He heard the broken voices of two grieving sisters. He saw tears running down familiar faces. Then the One who knew He would soon raise the dead stood beside them and wept. Those tears reveal the heart of Christ. He never treats human sorrow as a lesson to be delivered from a safe distance. Christ steps close enough to feel the ache. Yet compassion alone could not rescue us. Guilt required payment. Death required a conqueror.

So Jesus turned His face toward Jerusalem. Soldiers drove iron through the hands that had touched lepers and lifted children. The mouth that spoke peace to storms tasted sour wine. Darkness covered the land while the sinless Son of God stood in the place of sinners. The lies we defended, the pride we fed, the lust we concealed and the worship we withheld were laid upon Him. All of it was ours. The sentence fell upon Christ.

At Calvary, God did more than show us love. He satisfied His justice. Jesus bore the wrath our rebellion deserved and offered His righteous life for guilty people who possessed none of their own. His blood purchased forgiveness. Through His death, the way home opened.

A criminal hung beside Him with minutes left to live. The thief could repair nothing. His hands were fastened open. That stained record could never be rewritten. He could climb down from the cross neither to repay his victims nor to prove that his repentance was sincere. All he carried into those final breaths was guilt.

He turned his dying face toward Jesus and asked to be remembered. Christ gave him far more, “Today you shall be with Me in Paradise” (Luke 23:43).

Grace reached a man at the edge of eternity. Paradise opened to empty hands because the Savior beside him was paying the cost. The thief brought his sin. Jesus supplied everything else. Then Christ died. His body was wrapped in linen and carried into a borrowed grave. A stone closed the entrance. Saturday passed beneath a terrible silence. His disciples hid behind locked doors while grieving women prepared spices for a corpse. Early Sunday morning, they walked toward the tomb expecting death to remain where they had left it. The stone had moved.

Mary later heard her name spoken by the voice she thought had been silenced forever. Hands pierced by nails were warm with life. From the mouth that cried, “It is finished,” came words of peace for frightened disciples. Jesus rose bodily from the grave. He did not survive as an idea, a memory, or a cause. The crucified Christ stood alive.

History’s great shock came from an empty tomb. Death entered certain of another victory and came out carrying its own defeat. Christ lives and everyone joined to Him through faith will live with Him. This is the gospel. You have sinned against the God who made you. Judgment waits beyond your final breath. Jesus lived the righteous life you have failed to live, carried the guilt you could never remove, died beneath the sentence you deserved and rose in triumph from the grave.

Turn from sin and lay down the right to rule your own life. Rest the full weight of your soul upon Christ, His blood, His righteousness, and His resurrection. He receives ruined people. A filthy past cannot exhaust His mercy. An accusing conscience cannot overpower His promise. The Savior who welcomed a dying thief still welcomes sinners who come with empty hands.

Perhaps years remain before your appointment. Your name may be spoken in the past tense before another sunset. Come today. Then think of the people whose names live in your phone. Picture the chair they occupy at your table. Hear the voice you would give anything to hear again if death entered tonight.

Love them enough to speak. Speak of the cross. Point them to the empty grave. Tell them Christ saves.

Someone you love is a wisp of smoke passing through a keyhole.

Speak before the room is empty.

[Tammy Howell @trackerAK]

@coachbrucepearl 🎉 🦅

[Derrick Evans @DerrickEvans4WV]

Any city council member who votes to bring Flock cameras to their city should be removed from office for violating the constitution.

[AMERICAN VIKING BOER @viking_boer]

🇺🇸 🔥

I want to thank the American People and the United States of America once again.

For the first time in many years, I’m finally sleeping soundly through the night. Back in South Africa, any noise outside meant grabbing the rifle, loading up, flooding the yard with the massive flashlight, releasing the dogs, and hoping it wasn’t your time.

Here in the USA, that same loud noise is usually the garbage truck rolling through in the early morning hours, doing its vital work so our neighborhoods stay clean or someone already out there fixing, building, or maintaining what keeps this great nation running.

My family is safe now.🙏

A special thank you to the unsung heroes who grind before dawn: the sanitation workers, truck drivers, road crews, first responders, farmers, bakers, factory workers, and all the men and women who rise while the rest of us sleep keeping America clean, strong, fed, and moving forward. Your daily grind is the backbone of this beautiful country.

We see you. We appreciate you.

God bless every one of you. God bless the United States of America.

From a grateful Afrikaner Viking who has finally found peace on these shores.

🛡️✝️🇺🇸 #ThankYouAmerica #BlueCollarHeroes #GodBlessTheUSA #SafeAtLast

[The Real Guardrail Guy @theguardrailguy]

I found a Flock in Ohio without the MASH tested base.

[Jungleball2 @JungleBall_2]

SHAME ON PUBLIX. They had one job, sell safe, quality food. Instead, they stocked their GreenWise Organic frozen blueberries from some outfit in San Carlos, Chile, Frutas y Hortalizas del Sur S.A., and now 12 Americans are sick with a nasty Shiga toxin-producing E. coli O145:H28 strain.
Four people hospitalized. All linked to YOUR specific lot: 10 oz bags, code 60401, Best By February 9, 2028. Sold in Publix stores across the Southeast, including in South Carolina.
This isn’t some random “oops.” This is what happens when a massive chain chases cheaper foreign produce halfway around the world instead of buying from American farmers.
We grow plenty of blueberries right here in the USA, Georgia, Washington, Michigan, Oregon, you name it. Georgia alone is a powerhouse in the Southeast. Those berries can be harvested, frozen organic, and put in your stores without crossing oceans, dodging extra shipping risks, extra handling points, and whatever lax oversight happens in a foreign packing plant.
But no, Publix would rather import from Chile for the cost savings and year-round “convenience” while American blueberry growers get the shaft. Longer supply chains = more opportunities for contamination. We all saw it happen here. Publix, you’re a Southeast company.
YOU make billions off customers in SC, GA, FL, NC, etc. The least you could do is support the farmers in those same states instead of outsourcing to Chile and then scrambling with a recall when people get violently ill. Severe cramps, bloody diarrhea, vomiting, and that’s before the worst complications hit kids, seniors, and the immunocompromised.
This is pure corporate greed dressed up as “supply chain efficiency.” STOP IT!.
Switch to U.S.-grown organic frozen blueberries immediately. There’s no excuse. American farmers can supply you. American standards are stricter in practice when the entire chain is domestic.
And your customers, the ones who actually pay your salaries, deserve better than playing Russian roulette with imported produce that’s already made people sick.
Check your freezers, folks. If you have that GreenWise lot 60401 bag, throw it out or return it for a refund. Then tell Publix to buy American or go to hell!

[Zayin - Faith & Freedom @Zayin_7_119]

We're finally in America! 🇺🇸❤️

We landed at LAX yesterday, then had a loooong bus ride to our new hometown. By the time we arrived around midnight, we were completely exhausted and went straight to sleep.

We had no Wi-Fi on the flights, and our phones don't work here yet, so communication has been a bit of a challenge. Between navigating airports, keeping track of luggage, two children, and my mother-in-law, there wasn't much time to post. 😅
My husband did an amazing job keeping everyone updated whenever he could.

Most importantly... we're safely on American soil.

Looking back, I can honestly say that without God's hand guiding us every step of the way and without the prayers, love, and encouragement from so many of you, we wouldn't be here today. Thank you. ❤️🙏

Today we'll meet with our caseworker to start the mountain of paperwork, housing, Social Security, employment authorization, and everything else that comes with starting a new life. After that, we're hoping to explore our new area a little...

...and maybe finally find my husband's MAGA cap. 🤣 He's been looking ever since we left South Africa on Monday, but none of the airports or rest stops had one!

Oh, and traveling nine hours back in time makes for a very strange 30-hour day. 😂

America... we're so grateful to be here. 🇺🇸❤️

[Trump Girl 🇺🇲🦅🇺🇲 @MAGA__Patriot]

I hope everyone will read Dave Ramsey’s comments about going cashless. It’s a two minute read. No one has explained it better. He brings up several situations I'd never considered.

I took this picture of my receipt in my beautiful town Kerrville Texas. I support this and I can see how this could affect our kids by having gaps in work ethic, financial literacy, and community connection.

Dave Ramsey repost:

HERE'S WHAT NO CASH ACTUALLY MEANS:
A cashless society means no cash. Zero. It doesn’t mean mostly cashless and you can still use a ‘wee bit of cash here & there’. Cashless means fully digital, fully traceable, fully controlled. I think those who support a cashless society aren’t fully aware of what they are asking for. A cashless society means:

* If you are struggling with your mortgage on a particular month, you can’t do an odd job to get you through.
* Your child can’t go & help the local farmer to earn a bit of summer cash.
* No more cash slipped into the hands of a child as a good luck charm or from their grandparent when going on holidays.
* No more money in birthday cards.
* No more piggy banks for your child to collect pocket money & to learn about the value of earning.
* No more cash for a rainy day fund or for that something special you have been putting $20 a week away for.
* No more little jobs on the side because your wages barely cover the bills or put food on the table.
* No more charity collections.
* No more selling bits & pieces from your home that you no longer want/need for a bit of cash in return.
* No more cash gifts from relatives or loved ones.
What a cashless society does guarantee:
* Banks have full control of every single penny you own.
* Every transaction you make is recorded.
* All your movements & actions are traceable.
* Access to your money can be blocked at the click of a button when/if banks need ‘clarification’ from you which will take about 3 weeks, a thousand questions answered & five thousand passwords.
* You will have no choice but to declare & be taxed on every dollar in your possession.
* The government WILL decide what you can & cannot purchase.
* If your transactions are deemed in any way questionable, by those who create the questions, your money will be frozen, ‘for your own good’.

Forget about cash being dirty. Stop being so easily led. Cash has been around for a very, very, very long time & it gives you control over how you trade with the world. It gives you independence.

If you are a customer, pay with cash. If you are a shop owner, remove those ridiculous signs that ask people to pay by card. Cash is a legal tender, it is our right to pay with cash. Banks are making it increasingly difficult to lodge cash.

Please open your eyes. Please stop believing everything you are being told. Almost every single topic in today’s world is tainted with corruption & hidden agendas.
Pay with cash & please say no to a cashless society while you still have the choice.

[Glenn Beck @glennbeck]

Trump just took America one step further towards REAL freedom. For years, the EPA has decided, "for your own good," that it must reduce emissions on diesel trucks, even if their method of doing so will limit your truck to going only FIVE mph when it gets too cold. And if you try to remove that limit, they'll ARREST you in an armed raid. Trump just pardoned a group of mechanics who committed that crime of daring to think THEY owned the trucks they purchased.

Imagine you're on a dark northern road. It's 30 below and your EPA-mandated DEF system fails due to the cold. Your truck then drops to 5 mph. The engine is fine, but a federal climate sensor failed, so you're no longer permitted to drive your own vehicle at a speed that would keep you alive.

When local mechanics stepped up to keep rigs running safely in subzero blizzards in Alaska four years ago, 30 ARMED EPA agents ran a tactical raid on the veteran-owned shop over engine modifications. This forces a basic question: When you hand over your hard-earned money, who actually owns that property? Because if they can lock your hood and strand you in a blizzard, you don't own that truck. You're just making the payments while they keep the keys.

Thank you, President Trump, for righting this grave injustice and once again reducing the power of the weaponized bureaucracy.

[Tammy Howell @trackerAK]

@angrymom80 Amazing what one can learn on here 😂

[Justa_Guy @Justa_Guy907]

If you're heading back to Anchorage from the Kenai Peninsula after the 4th of July weekend, you might want to call your boss and let them know you're not going to make it in Monday.. 😅☠️

[Tammy Howell @trackerAK]

@viking_boer Fair winds and following seas as you travel 🇺🇸 🦅 💕

[Juanita Broaddrick @atensnut]

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[Sen. Dan Sullivan @SenDanSullivan]

Today, I received a phone call from the President, who told me that he had issued an unconditional pardon for an Alaskan who was unjustly stripped of his rights because of dangerous and ridiculous EPA regulations and overzealous prosecutors. On the eve of America’s 250th birthday, when we celebrate freedom and liberty in our nation, this is great news for one patriotic Alaskan’s own personal freedom and liberty. 🇺🇸

[Justa_Guy @Justa_Guy907]

For context, this is what it looked like Yesterday Morning....

[👮‍♂️🚒 Tales of Badge & Blaze™ @ScottEnlow]

🚔Got to love the Girdwood Alaska Police Department’s latest effort to slow down traffic on the highway through town.
I bet it's really effective at night. 👍

[Mike Bales 🫡🇺🇸 @MikeBales]

Why must air traffic controllers retire at 56, FBI agents at 57, and pilots at 65—yet politicians can keep making decisions for future generations until 90?

[American Nightmare 🇺🇸 @thewakeninq]

Irish couple left speechless after a small-town Alabama restaurant owner quietly picked up their entire tab.

Meanwhile, the same people who spent years sneering that Alabama was nothing but “backward rednecks” just got a masterclass in Southern hospitality. No lectures. No virtue signaling. No social media performance. Just genuine kindness from people the elites love to mock.

Turns out character isn’t measured by ZIP code—it’s measured by actions. And once again, small-town America embarrassed the self-appointed “tolerant” crowd without saying a word.