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Today, we remember George Floyd, who was murdered by a former Minneapolis police officer six years ago.   That moment changed our city forever.

Today, we remember George Floyd, who was murdered by a former Minneapolis police officer six years ago.   That moment changed our city forever.

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It is with deep sadness that I share with you the news that Kerry Sheron, a 69-year-old Army veteran, tragically passed away Sunday night after being brutally beaten by his neighbor, all because he loved our country and President Trump. Please send all your love and prayers to Kerry’s wife and family on this difficult day. May God bless his beautiful soul. We thank him for his service to our country. 😔💔

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What was supposed to be an ordinary 25-minute Uber ride became something unforgettable. The driver’s name was John. When the passenger asked if they could sit in the front seat instead of the back, John looked surprised then smiled and said yes. As they drove toward the airport, they talked about work, travel, and life. Then John asked how old the passenger was. “Twenty-seven.” John went quiet for a moment. Three years earlier, he had lost his daughter unexpectedly. She was 29 years old and had a 4-year-old son. He explained that something about the passenger reminded him of her — the kindness in their voice, the way they spoke. Then, for the first time in years, John opened up. He talked about trying to save his daughter. Performing CPR. Holding her in his arms while desperately trying to bring her back. He talked about the guilt he still carried every day: Could he have noticed sooner? Done more? Said more? Not long after her death, the child’s father also passed away, leaving John to raise his grandson alone. For 25 minutes, a stranger simply listened. When they arrived at the airport, tears were running down John’s face. He admitted he had never spoken so openly to anyone before. Then he said something that stayed with the passenger forever: “Never lose your ability to be kind to people, because you never know what pain someone may be carrying.” The passenger stepped out of the car… then suddenly turned back. “John!” they called. He looked up. “I like hugs.” So there, at the airport entrance surrounded by rushing travelers and rolling suitcases, they embraced like old friends. Before leaving, they took a photo together so the moment would not be forgotten. Sometimes the most meaningful human connections happen completely by accident. A conversation. A kind word. A stranger willing to listen. And sometimes, twenty-five minutes is enough to leave a mark on someone for the rest of their life.