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JUtahWNY retweeted
The Florida Gators team with Tim Tebow had a special workout called “Midnight Lift” on Friday and Saturday nights from midnight to 2am. They went on to win the National Championship in 2008
Never forget
🚨 TODD BEAMER, UNITED 93 PHONE CALL: "LET'S ROLL" 🇺🇸
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?
Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.
Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me? [They pray the Lord’s Prayer.] Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me. Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
SOURCE: @SterlingMSnow
Remembering Jeremy Glick.
He was 31, a judo champion, a rugby captain, a new father.
He married his high-school sweetheart, Lyz.
Their daughter, Emerson, was twelve weeks old.
He was supposed to fly the day before.
On September 11, 2001, he boarded United Flight 93 in Newark.
After the hijacking he called Lyz.
He asked if it was true that planes had been flown into the World Trade Center.
She told him it was.
He understood then what the plane was being used for.
He told her the passengers were voting on whether to rush the cockpit.
He joked about butter knives.
She told him he needed to do it.
He said he loved her.
He told her not to be sad.
He told her to take care of their daughter, and that he would be all right with whatever choices she made.
Then he said they were going to rush the hijackers.
Stay on the line, he said.
I’ll be back.
He did not come back.
The plane went down in a Pennsylvania field. The Capitol was never hit.
He was a take-charge guy, his family said. In the last minutes of his life he made sure his wife knew he loved them, and then he went forward.
Say his name today.
Man’s best friend rising up in the moment of truth
"Thunder Dog"
Michael Hingson, blind since birth, was working as a regional sales manager for Quantum/ATL on the 78th floor of the North Tower on September 11, 2001.
Resting by his desk was his guide dog, Roselle, a 3 year old yellow Labrador Retriever.
At 8:46 am, American Airlines Flight 11 struck the building just above them.
The tower violently shuddered, tilted, and then righted itself as the smell of burning jet fuel began filling his office.
Confusion and panic gripped the room.
But Roselle remained calm, sitting quietly by Michael's side.
Trusting his dog's demeanor, Michael knew they could survive, but that they had to move.
Michael, his colleague David Frank, and Roselle made their way to a crowded, smoke-filled stairwell to begin the 1,4o63 step descent.
Because the stars were packed with people evacuating, Roselle couldn't walk ahead to lead Michael. Instead, she walked perfectly at Michael's heel, keeping him centered while he held the railing.
Realizing that his faithful dog would look to him for cues amid the rising panic and chaos, Michael continuously pattered Roselle's head, whispering, "Good dog, Roselle. You're doing a great job."
The journey down the stairs took nearly an hour.
Roselle's steady presence acted as a visual anchor of peace for the terrified people in that stairwell.
When a woman began to panic around the 68th floor, gasping that she couldn't breathe, the entire group paused. Roselle nudged her way over to the woman, and gave her kisses to calm her anxiety.
When David Frank became overwhelmed by fear around the 50th floor, yelling that they weren't going to make it, Michael firmly told him, "If Roselle can go down these stairs, so can you."
David focused on the dog, and kept going.
The group made it down the stairs, through the lobby, and onto the street just half an hour before the towers began to collapse, sending a massive wave of suffocating, toxic dust and debris toward them.
In the choking ash and darkness that followed, Michael felt a tug on the leash. Roselle stopped at the top of a flight of stairs and then guided Michael down into the subway station, sheltering them from the deadly cloud overhead.
Roselle remained by Michael's side for 6 more years before retiring.
She passed away peacefully in 2011, at the age of 14.
Her heroic legacy is honored in the National 9/11 Memorial & Museum, and Michael wrote a bestselling memoir, Thunder Dog, about their extraordinary bond.
JUtahWNY retweeted
There was a paper sign taped to the door of a gas station.
Spaghetti dinner. Ten dollars. All proceeds to the Hensley family.
I did not know the Hensley family. I went because a man at the counter said "you going?" in a way that was not a question.
It was held in a fire hall. Folding tables. Paper plates. A row of women serving out of foil pans, and a boy of about twelve carrying a pitcher of tea with both hands and terrible concentration.
The father had been sick. That is all anyone said about it, all evening, and they said it exactly the same number of times, which was once.
There was a raffle.
The prizes had been donated by people standing in the room. A cord of firewood. Four hours of lawn care. A quilt. A cooler. A hand lettered index card that read "one oil change, any vehicle, Randy."
I bought thirty dollars of tickets, because the tickets were the point and I am not a fool.
I won the socket set. Two hundred and thirty pieces. I do not own a vehicle in this country. I have never needed a socket set and I never will.
It is on a shelf. I will not give it away.
Here is what I could not stop watching.
By the door sat a coffee can with a slit cut into the lid. Men came in from the parking lot who did not stay to eat. They put money in the can. They shook one hand. They left.
They came to a dinner they did not eat, to pay for a family they were not related to, and they were embarrassed to be seen doing it.
That hall raised eleven thousand dollars in one evening at ten dollars a plate.
I have read many times that Americans are the loudest people on earth.
Whoever wrote that has never watched a man put cash in a coffee can and leave before anyone could thank him.
Rising up in the moment of truth
Quelques minutes après que le vol United Airlines 175 se soit écrasé contre la tour Sud du World Trade Center, Welles Crowther, un jeune homme de seulement 24 ans, laissa un message vocal à sa mère.
« Maman, c’est Welles. Je voulais juste te dire que je vais bien. »
Ce fut son dernier appel, une ultime preuve d’amour et de réassurance.
Welles travaillait comme courtier financier au 104ᵉ étage. Mais lorsque le chaos éclata, il ne pensa pas à sa propre sécurité. Il fit un choix conscient : descendre au cœur même de la destruction.
Arrivé au 78ᵉ étage, au milieu de l’horreur, il cessa d’être simplement un homme d’affaires. Il devint quelque chose de plus — le héros que le monde allait connaître sous le nom de « l’homme au bandana rouge ».
Il noua un simple foulard rouge sur son visage, non pas pour se cacher, mais pour pouvoir respirer dans la fumée épaisse et suffocante. Avec ce morceau de tissu, il commença à guider des survivants à travers les débris et les ténèbres.
Welles porta une femme blessée dans ses bras sur quinze étages. Puis, sans hésiter, il remonta. Il sauva une autre personne, puis encore une autre. Il fit ce chemin héroïque de sauvetage encore et encore.
« Tous ceux qui peuvent se lever, levez-vous maintenant. Et si vous pouvez aider les autres, faites-le », dit-il. Sa voix était un phare de calme et de détermination au milieu de la peur et du chaos. Il ne cria pas, il ne s’enfuit pas.
Il agit simplement, avec un courage et une empathie presque incroyables — un instinct de protection que rien ne peut enseigner.
Le corps de Welles fut retrouvé quelques jours plus tard, aux côtés d’un groupe de pompiers, un outil de secours à la main. Il montait une dernière fois.
Ling Young, une survivante qu’il avait sauvée, parla de lui en des mots simples et bouleversants :
« C’est mon ange gardien. Car sans lui, nous serions restés coincés là, à attendre l’effondrement. »
Welles Crowther sauva au moins 12 vies ce jour-là. Il mourut avec ce bandana rouge sur le visage, devenu le symbole de son sacrifice silencieux mais éternel.
Certains héros deviennent des légendes. D’autres, des chefs. Mais les plus grands héros sont parfois des gens ordinaires qui, avec un simple bandana rouge, nous rappellent que la force la plus puissante du monde est l’amour et la volonté de sauver autrui.
JUtahWNY retweeted
Emma Schols ran back into a burning house burning 93 % of her body to rescue all six of her kids.
She was on a ventilator for weeks. Doctors said people rarely survive burns that extensive. When she woke up, the first thing she asked was whether her children were alive.
JUtahWNY retweeted
there are only a few thousand people left in america that know how to design an injection mold, even fewer for die casting and other molds/dies. a dying art that will cost the economy trillions of dollars over the next generation if we let it slip away.
Gen X
Your 50s are basically one giant group project… and somehow everyone ended up with a different assignment.
#LifeComesAtYouFast
Our GSD is always on duty with our 7 yr old
This is what I love about German Shepherds around little kids.
This kid thinks he’s playing with his best friend.
The German Shepherd thinks he’s on duty.
He’ll tolerate the little hands, follow him from room to room, lie beside him on the couch and somehow keep one eye on everything happening around them.
To the kid, he’s a giant furry playmate.
To the dog, that’s his little human.
And taking care of him is now part of the job.
GSD’s are the best !
The adoption place told them, “He’s a working dog. Make sure he has a job.”
Apparently nobody specified what the job had to be.
Because this German Shepherd has clearly decided whatever these two are doing every day counts as full-time employment.
And judging by how seriously he takes it, I’m not arguing with him.
JUtahWNY retweeted
This is one of the most famous paintings in America, and most people have no idea what they are actually looking at...
The painting is Christina's World, made by Andrew Wyeth in 1948, and the woman was real: her name was Anna Christina Olson, Wyeth's neighbour in Cushing, Maine. Since childhood a degenerative condition had slowly taken the strength from her legs, until walking was no longer possible. She refused a wheelchair, and for her entire adult life she chose to drag herself across the ground with her arms instead, going wherever she wanted to go under her own power.
Wyeth saw her one afternoon from an upstairs window, alone in that vast field, crawling slowly toward the house on the hill. He said the painting was an attempt to do justice to her extraordinary conquest of a life which most people would consider hopeless. Her world, he said, was limited physically but by no means spiritually.
That is what turns this painting from a portrait of frailty into one of the most triumphant images ever made...
Look at it long enough and it stops being about what her body took from her, and becomes about what she would not stop doing anyway. The field is enormous and she is small and the house is far away, and still she goes, because the alternative, to be carried, to give up, to let the distance win, was something she simply would not accept.
There is one more thing: Christina loved this painting. Pink was her favorite color, and Wyeth had placed her exactly where she most wanted to be, out in the open, in her own field, under her own sky. Late in her life, when she could no longer even crawl out to that field, she said something that holds the whole meaning of art inside it:
"Andy put me where he knew I wanted to be. Now that I can’t be there anymore, all I do is think of that picture, and I’m there."
JUtahWNY retweeted
I don’t think people realize how absurd this is. Scottish runner Josh Kerr just broke the mile world record in 3:42.66, an average speed of 16.2 mph. Most people couldn’t even briefly reach that speed, let alone sustain it for an entire mile.
JUtahWNY retweeted
In 2004, at the peak of his fame off the back of Get Rich or Die Tryin', 50 Cent travelled to Iraq with his G-Unit crew to perform for American troops.
He flew into Camp Anaconda, a base so volatile it was nicknamed "Mortaritaville" because of the constant bombardment.
The base, also known as Logistics Support Area Anaconda near Balad, was one of the most frequently attacked US installations in the country, taking regular indirect fire from mortars and rockets.
Wearing a bulletproof vest and surrounded by military personnel, he delivered an energetic concert that lifted the spirits of the soldiers
By multiple accounts of the visit, an officer warned him before he went on, "You could die today," and he opened the set with "What Up Gangsta."
