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@afshineemrani @stshinn I love stumbling upon stuff like this. Doesn't matter if it's AI. It made me smile. Thanks for posting it, Afshine.

The little girl asked if I could be her daddy until she dies... but I refused. ​I refused because "until she dies" wasn't nearly long enough. ​Seven years old. Stage four. Abandoned in room 432. When I walked in—58 years old, covered in ink, beard to my chest, and smelling like exhaust—I was just a stranger with a picture book. But when she looked at me through those tubes and asked, "Will you be my daddy until I die?" the world stopped. ​I told her I’d probably mess it up. She told me I could practice on her. ​The "experts" gave her six months. They didn't account for the Defenders Motorcycle Club. They didn't account for 25 Harleys roaring into a hospital parking lot with stuffed animals strapped to the sissy bars. They didn't account for a rough old biker humming Johnny Cash while a dying girl slept on his chest. ​The doctors call it "significant regression." They say they can't explain why the tumors shrank. ​I can. It’s been eight years since that day. Amara didn't die. She grew up. Today, she’s fifteen, cancer-free, and wears a leather vest that says "Daddy’s Girl" while she rides on the back of my bike. ​I didn't become her father until she died. I became her father for life. ​Because some things aren't measured in months. Some things are forever. ​#KindnessMatters #BikersAgainstChildAbuse #Miracles #DaddysGirl #HeartTouching #Legacy

YESSSSSSS!

@Cindy_Pugmom @rexthetvterrier @DatelineNBC Losing them is so damn painful.

@rexthetvterrier @DatelineNBC Spike, my little man (Oscar) passed away today. I'm quite sad but I'm going to watch some of your recommended shows hopefully it will take my mind off of my grief.. Thank you for being so adorable 🥰

New tonight #SheriffCountry #Dateline @DatelineNBC and streaming #YourFriendsAndNeighbors #LegendsNetflix and #Citadel season 2 #Spike #TVPicks #Dogs

@rexthetvterrier @DatelineNBC We all flop onto the bed at 8, and Netflix until sleep takes us... which is usually around 9.

@PhilSledge Is this all communities or just the ones that don't agree with them?

X have decided to close commutes down from the 6th May :( But they are making Super Group Chats. Here is ours if you want to join. x.com/i/chat/group_j…

I need your help. twitter is keeping a few communities intact. Please comment under this post and tell them to keep us!!

@PhilSledge Good grief, #Elon. #Dogs mean the world to us. Each story about this #Dog or that #Dog brightens our lives. Please leave our wonderful community as it is... active!

$40 for 10 gallons of gas. Yet "Prices are coming down!" is the #MAGAMantra. #OilCrisis #GasPrices #Trump

@PhilSledge I cropped it a bit. Cleaning Day means everyone goes on the orange chair.

Post the latest photo of your pet. I’ll go first. No cheating 😂

@thedobermanguy Mine bark at nothing at least 10 times before my morning coffee has kicked in.

Good morning

Showed this to my cousin, and she cried. Poor kiddo. Going through so much. #Heartbreak #HealingPrayer #Letting... youtube.com/shorts/B119djQ… via @YouTube

@Ecosta_Adv @TruthTrumpPost Please put the crack pipe down.

@TruthTrumpPost We must maintain this and flatten Iran. The flattening of Iran will bring great advances throughout the world, especially for the construction of the Temple of Jerusalem in place of the Al-Aqsa Mosque, where it is the original site of the Temple of Solomon.

PRESIDENT TRUMP on TruthSocial: 🇺🇸🇮🇷 A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again. I don’t want that to happen, but it probably will. However, now that we have Complete and Total Regime Change, where different, smarter, and less radicalized minds prevail, maybe something revolutionarily wonderful can happen, WHO KNOWS? We will find out tonight, one of the most important moments in the long and complex history of the World. 47 years of extortion, corruption, and death, will finally end. God Bless the Great People of Iran!

I'm sorry I've been away. Was under the weather and still feel like poop. Oh well. Sure beats the alternative. 😆 Goodnight tweeps. Be safe. Be well. Be good to each other. 💙

Some of my family had numbers tattooed on their arms. They taught me our history. Now that history repeats itself. MAGA isn't GOP. It's acrimony incarnate. #Trump #Regime #TrumpCriminal #MAGA #NSDAP = #NSUSAP

Good morning, Good Spider. Thank you for the beautiful web.

I've been on this platform far too long. 🙃 #MyXAnniversary

@Justaranch I wish I had mine removed when I was 15.

Yeah just wait until your gums grow over them and get infected. Then have surgery to have the gums cut away from the teeth. That’s the smart thing to do.

Trump depresses me.

@itsme_urstruly I'd accept the offer and then ask for another month free. I miss isolation. I miss waking up, gathering wood for the stove, and putting on a pot of coffee. I miss the sound of my typewriter as I jotted down my thoughts. My annual pilgrimage lasted 1 month. Bliss.

If you are offered $1 million, and asked to stay here for a month, completely cut off from the world with no internet, would you do it?

May 16, 1963. Gordon Cooper was orbiting Earth alone inside a capsule barely big enough to turn around in, moving at 17,500 miles per hour. He had been up there for over a day. Then the warnings started. First a faulty sensor screaming that the ship was falling — it wasn't. He switched it off. Then something far worse: a short circuit knocked out the entire automated guidance system. The one that kept the capsule steady. The one that was supposed to bring him home. Without it, reentry was nearly impossible. Too shallow an angle and the capsule would bounce off the atmosphere back into space. Too steep and it would incinerate. The margin for error was razor thin — and every computer that was supposed to hit that margin was dead. Down on the ground, NASA engineers watched the telemetry in silence. They could see everything going wrong. They could fix nothing. Cooper didn't panic. He uncapped a grease pencil and drew lines directly on the inside of his window to track the horizon. He looked up at the stars he had spent months memorizing and used their positions to orient the ship by eye. Then he set his wristwatch. Because when you have no computers left, you become the computer. At exactly the right moment — calculated in his head, confirmed by the stars outside — he fired the retrorockets. The capsule shook. The sky turned to fire. For several minutes, no one on Earth could reach him as plasma swallowed the ship whole. Then the parachutes opened. Faith 7 hit the water just four miles from the recovery ship — the single most accurate splashdown in the entire Mercury program. The man with a wristwatch and a few pencil marks on a window had outperformed every automated system NASA had. We talk a lot about technology saving us. And it often does. But Cooper's story is a quiet reminder that behind every machine, there still has to be a human being who can look out the window, think clearly under pressure, and decide what to do next. The final backup was never the software. It was him.