Jason Everman. Guitarist in Nirvana, bassist in Soundgarden. Kicked out of both. Most people would have called that rock bottom. Jason called it a starting point. In 1994 he put down the guitar and enlisted in the Army, eventually serving with the 2nd Ranger Battalion and then completing the Special Forces Qualification Course, deploying to both Afghanistan and Iraq as a Green Beret with 3rd Special Forces Group. After leaving the service he went to Tibet, studied in a Buddhist monastery, came back, and then earned a philosophy degree from Columbia University with a letter of recommendation from General Stanley McChrystal. Nirvana. Soundgarden. Army Rangers. Green Berets. Columbia University. There is no template for a life like that. Jason Everman just lived it.
Original 6 match up !
2 good organizations
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All it takes is 1 rotten apple plus others with no courage ,to hurt a teams reputation like what Ive experienced with the @NYRangers@NYR_PR@RangersMSGN@NHL#canceled 🤷🏼♂️
@TaraBull I’m no lawyer, but isn’t “My head slammed into dashboard and I’m really dizzy” a defense in this situation? I realize not doing piss test presumes guilt, but seems like other factors could be at play.
Just walked through the HHOF and there is not doubt in my mind that this guy, Lou Vairo, the godfather of American hockey, should be in the builders category. Love this picture, just two paisan from Brooklyn :)
It was NOT a disguise...my Dad always wore a baseball cap and sunglasses. When he died we threw away about 300 baseball caps. #GaryPlaucheDay#WhyGaryWhy
My father has cancer. Stage four. The VA said maybe four months. He served three tours in Vietnam and came home to people spitting on him, calling him baby killer, telling him his service meant nothing. He never talked about the war. Never wore his medals. Never went to reunions. Just carried fifty-two years of shame for doing what his country asked him to do.
Last month hospice started coming to the house and I realized I had no idea how to honor him, how to tell him his life mattered when he'd spent half a century believing it didn't. So I posted in a quilting group asking if anyone made military quilts, and a woman responded immediately. She'd found me through a shop where she runs a business making Quilts of Valor for dying veterans. She said “I'll start tonight.”
She finished it in three weeks, worked around the clock because Dad's time is short. Every star is hand-stitched. Every stripe is perfectly aligned. She shipped it express and included a letter thanking him for his service, telling him that her father died alone believing nobody cared that he'd served. She said “Let your dad know the country was wrong. His service mattered. He matters.”
We wrapped him in it yesterday. This photo is him seeing it for the first time. He cried for twenty minutes, kept touching the stars, kept saying “Someone made this for me?” I've started coordinating with other quilters now, connecting dying veterans with makers who can get quilts finished in time. Racing against cancer, against time, against fifty years of men dying before anyone told them thank you.
Dad has maybe six weeks now. But he'll leave wrapped in stars. ⭐🇺🇸
By Angela mcnutt
Why is everyone so mad at Chamath? All he did was lose billions in retail investors’ money by promoting one-pager SPACs. It’s not like he then told them to enjoy their capital losses or anything. Give the man a break.