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This. Hit. Hard.
There was a day your mother picked you up for the last time.
Neither of you knew it.
When you were small, she carried you thousands of times. Then it was hundreds, then a handful, and then one ordinary afternoon she set you down and never picked you up again.
It happened to both of you, and neither of you can remember the day.
If she had known, she would have held on a little longer.
Every ordinary thing you share with someone you love has a final count. It is true of the phone calls, the Sunday dinners, and the hugs at the front door.
The number is already set, and nobody ever gets to see it.
A last time feels exactly like every other time. Nothing about the moment changes. Everything after it does.
So right now, you are living through moments whose meaning has not been decided yet.
Your phone holds years of photos. The cloud keeps every message you have ever sent, and the machines being built now are learning to recall every conversation you have had.
They are getting better at predicting what you will buy, what you will watch, and what you will say next. They still cannot show you the count.
A machine can already learn someone’s voice and have it say things they never said. It still cannot give you back the last thing they actually said to you.
A machine can store a moment, but only you can be there for it.
Somewhere ahead of you is the last time your dad calls just to talk, the last time your kid asks you to stay until they fall asleep, and the last time everyone you love fits in one room.
You are on someone else’s count too. There will be a last time your kid runs to meet you when you get home, and neither of you will know it.
Something ordinary in your life is happening for the last time right now, and it looks like nothing.
Grief always arrives late. It waits until something is gone before it lets you feel what it was worth.
Paying attention is the only way to feel it on time.
Chuck Compton retweeted
What I thought was going to be a REJECTION...
... turns into one of the most INSPIRING conversation I've ever had.
📸
Chuck Compton retweeted
Every year on or right before 9/11, we show this video to our students. It’s not only powerful story-telling, it’s a reminder to a younger generation about how life altering 9/11 was for those of us who lived it. It’s only 10 min #themanintheredbandana
Logan and Zoey - we're not sure if you have seen this or if you will see this. Bobbie Jo and I would like to try to repair our relationship with you. We recognize that you're both adults and that the decision lies with you. If not right now, we will wait patiently until it is.
I'm a little late in the day, but I want to wish my beautiful wife, @Mrstexas2008 a very happy birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day and know that you are so loved by your family and we appreciate all that you do for us!
Chuck Compton retweeted
🚨 JD VANCE SAYS IT BEAUTIFULLY: "The prophet Isaiah recounts from inside the temple of Jerusalem, 'then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, whom shall I send and who will go for us? And I said, here I am, send me.'"
"My friends, we gather this afternoon to honor men and women who heard the exact same call, men and women whose selflessness led them toward danger when others fled."
"People who said, send me not send somebody else, but send me people whom service was a way of life, not a burden and their love of community, of their families, of their neighborhoods, of the places they called home, bound them to a life of duty to others."
"A duty they lived out every single day from the first time they put on that amazing badge to the moment that they took their very last breath."
"In the old testament, God does not force Isaiah to serve him. Isaiah knew it would not be easy, but he steps up willingly. He volunteers just like every single one of you and every single one of your loved ones."
"He accepts God's call to give his life in service to his fellow men. And today we remember men and women in uniform who laid down their lives answering that exact same call." 🙏🏻
Powerful and true.
To say “I prayed for you” isn’t just words…
It means in the middle of my own chaos,
I paused.
I thought of you.
I carried your name, your situation, your pain…
and I brought it straight to God.
It means you mattered enough
for me to step outside of myself
and stand in the gap for you.
Because prayer isn’t small.
It’s not just something we say when we don’t know what else to do.
It’s love.
It’s covering someone when they’re too tired to fight for themselves.
It’s asking God to step into places we can’t reach.
So when someone says, “I prayed for you”…
please understand,
they didn’t just think about you.
They took you to the only One
who can actually change everything. 🤍
