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Amazing Animal Nature, New City, New York, NY (2025)

08/04/2025

When Travis Kelce signed his $57.25 million contract extension with the Kansas City Chiefs in 2020, headlines buzzed about what he might buy next—a mansion, a sports car, maybe even a yacht.
But Kelce had something very different in mind.

Instead of splurging on luxury, he invested in opportunity. Through his nonprofit, Eighty-Seven & Running, he teamed up with Operation Breakthrough to create the Ignition Lab—a creative space in Kansas City where under-resourced teens can explore science, technology, engineering, and math. The lab provides tools, mentorship, and a launchpad for dreams that once seemed out of reach.

Kelce, shaped by his own childhood, put it simply: “I am profoundly aware of the difference in opportunity, exposure, and privilege I grew up with compared to others.” He didn’t just acknowledge the gap—he took action to close it.

In a world where fame often fuels ego, Kelce chose to make an impact. The Ignition Lab shines as a beacon of what’s possible when success lifts others up along the way.

08/04/2025

I stood in my bedroom doing my makeup when I heard my parents across the hall in the bathroom. My father was groaning in immense pain and luckily my mother was there to help him. I was a self-absorbed twenty-something at the time—bouncing back and forth between two men like a rubber ball. But this moment between my parents struck me.
My father moaned. “It’s okay, Chris,” my mother said to him. “I’m here.”
That was the start of my father’s painful side effects from his prostate cancer years prior—something that would only get worse with time.
As I leaned toward the mirror, slipping mascara onto my lashes, I heard more grumbling from my father. I froze. I was stuck in their moment with no place to go. I heard a clank in the bathroom. A mess was made out of my father’s control. My mother would be the one to clean it up. “I’m so sorry,” my dad said.
“It’s okay, Chris,” my mom said. “I’m here.”
After I was done with my makeup, I sat on my bed with the door cracked open. While I was nervous about my dad’s health, tears fell onto my jeans because I finally realized something—THIS is marriage.
Marriage isn’t found at the big wedding, the trendy date nights, or even hours spent together on the couch watching Netflix. Marriage is found in the darkness—with one spouse helping the other during a time that would be humiliating to share with anyone else.
As young girls and boys, we watch movies and read stories about happy endings, blissful beginnings, and comedic in-betweens. But true romance is found when two people need each other, are vulnerable with one another, and can wholeheartedly depend on one another during the darkest times in life.
I sat on my bed, and at that moment, I decided to stop bouncing. I wanted my future to look like my parents’—imperfect but beautiful. My parents’ marriage and my marriage have been full of dips and peaks, but witnessing the true love in their moment will forever keep reminding me that marriage is found in the toughest spots in life—even the bathroom.
Credit: original owner ( Respect 🫡 )

08/04/2025

"Lena, a 58-year-old piano tuner, lived alone in a cluttered apartment above a shuttered music school. After her son died in a car crash at 16, she stopped playing the piano altogether. She still tuned others’ instruments, though poorly, for free, because she believed music could “hold grief without breaking.”

One rainy evening, she heard a violin weeping from the apartment below. The music was raw, off-key, but alive. She peeked out, a teenage girl, hair dyed neon green, was slashing at her violin with a bow, tears dripping onto the strings.

The next day, Lena knocked on her door. “Your G-string’s flat,” she muttered, holding up a tuning fork. “Want help?”

Green-haired Ava scoffed. “I’m not a kid. I don’t need lessons.”

“I don’t teach,” Lena said. “I just.. fix things.”

A week later, Ava appeared at Lena’s door, cradling her violin. “It’s not your job,” she snapped. “But I can’t afford a new one.”

Lena adjusted the bridge in silence. When she handed it back, Ava played a single note pure, resonant. “How’d you do that?”

“You just needed to listen,” Lena said.

Ava returned every week, leaving her violin for “tune-ups.” Lena never asked about the bruises on her arms or the yelling from her apartment. One day, she slid a note under Ava’s door “Music doesn’t fix pain. But it can make it quieter.”

Months passed. At a local open mic night, Lena heard Ava play, a original piece, jagged and soaring. Afterward, Ava approached, trembling. “I wrote that for my brother,” she said. “He overdosed last year.”

Lena nodded. “Music keeps them close.”

Word spread about the “violin lady” and her mysterious mentor. Teens began leaving broken instruments on Lena’s stoop: a dented trumpet, a ukulele missing frets. She fixed them all, scribbling notes: “Pain’s a sour note. Play it till it sweetens.”

Ava filmed Lena tuning a cello in her dim apartment. The video, silent hands coaxing harmony from chaos went viral. Donations flooded in instruments, repair kits, checks with notes like “For the woman who hears what’s broken.”

Today, Lena’s apartment hums with mismatched melodies. Kids from the neighborhood gather to fix instruments, play, or just sit in the quiet. She still doesn’t teach lessons. “I’m just the mender,” she says.

But when Ava graduates college next year—on a music scholarship, she’ll leave a new note on Lena’s door “You tuned my life, too.”✍️

08/04/2025

If you have dogs listen……Last night bed time came earlier than normal. The kids eventually went to bed and the house was all quiet except for the Shane Gillis playing on the tv. That’s when Archie started whining and I mean he really needed to go out. I got up and walked into the living room where he jumped up on the couch and laid dog whining. When I got to the living room it was filling with smoke. A candle that had been on my fireplace hadn’t got blown all the way out and had gotten so hot it was burning into the wood below it. The situation got handled but when I opened the cabinet below I realized just how close we were to a serious disaster. The items in the cabinet were scalding hot and the wood had begun to smolder. We were lucky. So when you have dogs in the house remember that they will try to communicate with you. Don’t get angry, don’t brush them off. Listen to them. They may be trying to tell you something important.

08/04/2025

Around 1855, in a rare and touching moment captured before history changed their lives forever, young Wyatt Earp stood beside his mother, Virginia Ann Cooksey Earp. He was just a boy then—years away from the gunfights, courtrooms, and the legend that would eventually cling to his name like dust on a trail. His mother, a steady and strong figure, had already welcomed several children and would go on to raise a family forever woven into the mythology of the American West. In this image, there is no trace of the famous lawman or frontier justice—only a mother and her son, bound by family and the weight of a nation in transition.

The Earp family had already begun their restless journey across the heart of America, searching for opportunity as they moved from Illinois toward the frontier. Virginia, a woman known for her resilience and patience, carried the burden of raising a large family while facing the difficulties of mid-19th century life. Her husband, Nicholas Earp, was a veteran and a wanderer, and their children would follow in his footsteps—none more famously than Wyatt. Yet before Tombstone, before the O.K. Corral, there was an earlier, quieter chapter filled with muddy boots, family prayers, and the uncertain hope of the West.

This photograph is a rare glimpse into that peaceful moment before the coming storm. Wyatt Earp—long before he became the steely-eyed marshal or notorious gambler—was simply a boy under his mother’s care, unaware of the fame and violence that would later define him. And Virginia, often eclipsed by her sons’ storied and sometimes violent paths, is the anchor at the heart of their story—a woman who held her family together as they became legends.

08/04/2025

The TRUTH is, that all of the “STUFF” here on earth we work SO hard to buy and accumulate..does NOT mean a thing. At the end of the day...people will be cleaning out our "STUFF", going thru our "STUFF", figuring out what to do with all of our "STUFF"....this "STUFF" we've accumulated in our life. The only thing of VALUE that remains are the MEMORIES and what we deposit into others. May we all learn to spend less time accumulating "STUFF" and spend way more time making MEMORIES.
Credits goes to the respective owners

08/04/2025

A COUPLE went to breakfast at a restaurant where the “seniors' special” was two Eggs, Bacon, Hash Browns, and Toast for $2.99.
“Sounds good,” the wife said…“but I don't want the eggs..”
“Then, I'll have to charge you $3.49 because you're ordering a la carte,”…the waiter warned her.
“You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?”…the wife asked incredulously.
“YES!”… stated the waiter.
“I'll take the special then,”…the wife said..
“Great…how do you want your eggs?“…the waiter asked.
“Raw and in the shell,”…the wife replied.
She took the two eggs home and baked a cake.
DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS!!!
WE'VE been around the block more than once!

08/04/2025

In 1943, a moment caught on camera left Hollywood in shock. Mae West was seen walking side by side with Albert "Chalky" Wright, a former featherweight boxing champion. To many, Chalky was just Mae’s driver, but their relationship was far more than that. He was her trusted friend, protector, and, according to some, her lover during the 1930s and ‘40s.

In an era where image and social boundaries were strictly controlled, especially in Hollywood, their connection was anything but ordinary. Their bond was a statement, an act of defiance against the racial divisions that plagued the industry and society.

One story that perfectly illustrates Mae's commitment to Chalky came when the management of her building, the Ravenswood Apartments, told her that Chalky wasn’t allowed upstairs because of his race. Instead of backing down, Mae did what she did best—she took control. She bought the entire building, making it clear that no one would dictate her relationships.

But their partnership wasn’t just about breaking boundaries—it was about loyalty and courage. In 1935, when someone attempted to extort Mae, it was Chalky who stepped up to help the police catch the would-be blackmailer. He set a clever trap by placing a decoy purse near Warner Brothers Studios, bringing the extortionist straight into the hands of the law.

Mae West was never one to follow the rules, but she always valued loyalty and fairness. And in Chalky Wright, she found someone who gave her both without hesitation—steadfastly, powerfully, and without apology.

08/04/2025

Born in Hungary in 1925, Flora Klein endured the horrors of N**i concentration camps in 1944—only she and one brother survived. From that devastation, she rebuilt her life. In 1949, she gave birth to a son in Haifa, Israel: Chaim Witz, who would later become known worldwide as KISS frontman Gene Simmons.

By 1958, Flora had moved to New York City, raising her son alone in Queens. She spoke no English, had no husband, and worked long hours in factories. She never remarried. But her strength never faltered.

Gene once said, “Everything I am is because of my mother.” She rarely spoke about the camps, but in her silence lived a powerful story of survival. Her quiet strength helped shape a global icon.

Flora passed away in 2018 at the age of 93, never seeking the spotlight—but her courage lives on through the music, memories, and message she left behind. A lasting proof that resilience can sing even louder than fame.

08/04/2025

Former British, European and Commonwealth heavyweight champion Henry Cooper – and twin brother George – were born in Southwark, south-east London OnThisDay in 1934, Henry always saw himself as an "Elephant" boy, meaning the Elephant and Castle area, famous in the early part of the century for horse-trading.
‘Our Enery’ loved to tell of his beginnings, and the tales were later repeated in pubs and civic halls all over the country. "We were born, George and me, on 3 May 1934 ... the biggest surprise of my mother's life. Not wanting to see the x-rays beforehand, she was going to call us Walter. Then one of the nurses took a peep at us and said, 'They're a proper little Henry and George. They're going to be six-footers.' And that's how it stuck."
George was to fight professionally as Jim because of another George Cooper boxing at the time. He retired long before Henry because of his more prominent brow and more vulnerable skin.
Credit Goes To The Respective Owner

08/03/2025

During the filming of one of his Westerns, John Wayne was working alongside a Crow Indian actor who had a great sense of humor. In one scene, Wayne’s character was supposed to have a serious standoff with the Native warriors. The director called for a dramatic stare-down, with Wayne towering over the group.
The Crow actor, straight-faced, looked up at Wayne and said, “You sure are big. Must’ve taken two mothers to raise you.”
Wayne, caught off guard, let out a deep chuckle and replied, “Nah, just one tough one.”
The whole crew burst into laughter, and from then on, the Crow actor called him “Two Mothers” whenever they crossed paths. Wayne, always up for a joke, took it in stride, even signing an autograph for him with the note: “From your pal, Two Mothers.”
Text Credit: JOHN WAYNE

08/03/2025

In 1963, the photographer Richard Avedon took a picture of a man named William Casby.
William Casby, born in 1857, was 106 years old at the time.
In his hands, he was holding his great, great, granddaughter, Cherri Stamps McCray.
The image is amazing because the elderly gentleman holding his descendant so tenderly, was born into slavery more than a century prior.
Casby would eventually live until 1970, dying at the age of 113.
His great and great grandchildren are alive today, and many of them remember him.
It puts into perspective just how relatively recent slavery existed. Because as far away and distant as it may feel now. Even in modern-day America, there are people who have active memories of talking to former slaves.
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