20 bikers refused to leave a dying veteran's hospital room even when security threatened to arrest them all. Old Jim had been dying alone for three weeks, no visitors, no family, just a forgotten Marine in a VA hospital bed counting his last breaths.

But when a young nurse posted on Facebook that this 89 year-old veteran who'd fought at Iwo Jima was going to die without a single person holding his hand, something extraordinary happened that had the entire hospital staff in tears.

That feeling when Finally having time to sit down and actually rest with nothing to prepare or plan feels like submerging your ears in the water at a loud swimming pool...

I have really reached my limit this week mentally and physically. I often struggle with post summer burnout in September/October but this week I had to function perfectly during work and so many social obligations whereas I had things to prepare for or join in. I didn't get any real me time to unwind because I had to run errands and prepare things til late in the night. Never getting to bed before 3 or 4 am... I ran on sleep deprivation an burnout. Yesterday I was close to the point of breaking down exhaustion. I felt my knees almost give out in the store... Now it's finally over I have finally time for me with nothing to prepare for others. I will probably have a hardcore social shutdown but thb I need it

When your husband forgets you sleep crazy and passes by the bed at 3am and touches your shoulder and you nearly take out his nuts. Sorry babe! xD

Cross the breach in hell
See she is
Bedeviled with breasts
Enchantment on legs

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/a65932697/cia-psychic-espionage-secrets-revealed/?source=nl&utm_source=nl_pop&utm_medium=email&date=091125&utm_campaign=nl01_091125_HBU41507287&oo=&user_email=188d1d4438082051e360c0722183fa9e635b13587d164e52fd32a1172b5dc4fc&GID=188d1d4438082051e360c0722183fa9e635b13587d164e52fd32a1172b5dc4fc&utm_term=TEST-%20NEW%20TEST%20-%20Sending%20List%20-%20AM%20180D%20Clicks%2C%20NON%20AM%2090D%20Opens%2C%20Both%20Subbed%20Last%2030D

That piece of shit that stabbed that woman in the throat on the bus for no reason should be executed.

The worst part of washing bed sheets is forgetting them in the dryer all night and then being greeted by the naked mattress as you wander into the bedroom ready to do nothing but pass out.

I write poetry.... Yes im disturbed but the fun kind

I will not force myself to go to bed.