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🚨A man spends 50 years teaching at MIT. He knows his time is running out. So he records one last lecture — everything he knows, distilled into a single hour. He died 5 months later. This is that lecture. The most important hour you'll watch this week. 👇 Bookmark it for later

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A teacher who knows his student😭😂😂

Keanu Reeves arrived at the party celebrating the end of filming for his new movie in New York, but he spent the first twenty minutes standing outside the venue in the rain. No one had recognized him, and he waited quietly — without complaining, without asking for special treatment. The club owner later said: “I didn’t even know Keanu was out there waiting in the rain — he never said a word to anyone.” Keanu often rides public transportation, speaks naturally with homeless people, and never hesitates to help them. He is 56 years old, yet his simplicity remains unchanged: he can sit on a park bench eating a hot dog among ordinary people without ever acting as though he were different. After filming one of the The Matrix movies, he gave each stuntman a brand-new motorcycle to thank them for their courage and skill. He also gave up a significant portion of his salary so costume designers and special effects artists could be paid what they deserved, recognizing the value of their often invisible work. And while filming The Devil's Advocate, he agreed to reduce his own paycheck so that Al Pacino could join the cast. Life, however, did not spare him from pain. During those same years, he lost his best friend, his partner lost their child, and shortly afterward she died in a car accident, while his sister was diagnosed with leukemia. Keanu did not allow himself to be broken by tragedy. He donated five million dollars to the clinic treating his sister, put his career aside to stay close to her, and created a leukemia foundation to which he donates part of the earnings from every film he makes. A man may be born male, but remaining truly human — with dignity, compassion, and humility — is something entirely different. Perhaps that is what makes Keanu Reeves so special: his greatness is not only found in his films, but in the way he chooses to live every day, with kindness and respect for everyone around him. And maybe the true strength of a hero is measured precisely when nobody is watching.

24 tons of apples from South Africa 🇿🇦and 6.9 tons of Kenyan 🇰🇪 fresh avocados were among the first arrivals of African agricultural products under the #ZeroTariffPolicy. Welcome!

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Rigathi Gachagua @rigathi

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Mr. William Ruto and Kimani Ichung’wah are the greatest political cowards in the country. The use of police, live ammunition and teargas cannot stop an idea whose time has come. Thank you the great people of Kikuyu for your bravery, courage and resilience. You have proven you

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“To be happy you must eliminate two things: The fear of a bad future and the memory of a bad past.” — Seneca

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An Italian sculptor held a personal exhibition of ice blocks entitled: "Life is short, enjoy it before it melts..."

"When you plant a tree, never plant only one. Plant three - one for shade, one for fruits and one for beauty." - African proverb.

@KenyanSays AGAIN is the key note.

No internet? No problem. Bala just dropped the ultimate cypherpunk demo at the BOSS Summit: From Off-Grid to On-Chain He literally broadcasted a live Bitcoin transaction using Mesh Radio. No ISPs, no Wi-Fi, no cellular data. Just pure radio waves bypassing the traditional internet layer to hit the mempool. When we say we are building unconfiscatable money for uncertain times, this is exactly what we mean. Mind blown. Here is the repo used to connect meshtastic to bitcoin core:github.com/BTCtoolshed/Me…

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possibly the best feeling in the world

A man was getting out of his Lamborghini and someone stopped him and said aggressively: “How many people could you have fed in starving countries for the price of that Lambo?” The man paused, then replied. “I don’t know, but it fed a lot of the 1,800 families who work at Lamborghini. It fed the designers' families. It fed the carbon-fibre manufactures families. It fed the tyre manufacturers families. The 300 workers who are dedicated to making each individual Lamborghini all get to eat and work building something they love" This is the fundamental problem with socialists. Socialism expects you to give it all away, but capitalism creates it in the first place

eating well is a form of resistance in a world that wants to poison you in every way possible

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I was thirty-eight when I pulled that little girl from a burning car on my way home from work. Her parents didn’t make it, and she clung to me like she had no one else. Everyone told me to step back, but she reached for me every time I returned. With no relatives found, I signed the papers and took her home. She became Avery—strong, disciplined, determined. Twenty-five years later, wearing her new badge, she whispered, “Dad… now let me protect you.”

Six weeks after September 11, 2001, twelve American soldiers were quietly loaded onto a helicopter in Uzbekistan and flown over the Hindu Kush mountains in the dead of night. No tanks. No armored vehicles. No air support waiting on the ground. Just twelve Green Berets, over a hundred pounds of gear each, and a mission that their own commanders privately doubted any of them would survive. They landed in a remote Afghan village called Dehi, in the pitch black, surrounded by a country they barely had maps for. And then someone handed them horses. Not metaphorically. Actual horses — Afghan stallions, tough as nails and famously difficult to control. Wooden saddles covered in carpet scraps. Stirrups so short their knees rode up around their ears. Captain Mark Nutsch, who'd grown up on a cattle ranch in Kansas and competed in collegiate rodeos, became trail boss on the spot. For the other ten men on his team — Operational Detachment Alpha 595 of the 5th Special Forces Group — the learning curve was immediate and unforgiving. The first words one of his sergeants learned in Dari were: "How do you make him stop?" They had linked up with General Abdul Rashid Dostum, a Northern Alliance warlord who controlled thousands of fighters and knew this territory like the back of his hand. The deal was simple: the Americans would call in precision airstrikes from horseback. Dostum's cavalry would do the charging. Together, they would take Mazar-i-Sharif — a Taliban stronghold of 250,000 people — and crack open northern Afghanistan. Military planners had estimated it would take two years. Task Force Dagger gave ODA 595 three weeks. For 23 days of nearly continuous combat, the Horse Soldiers lived like men from a different century. They ate what the Afghans ate. They slept on the ground in freezing mountain passes. They rode trails so narrow and sheer that one wrong step meant a thousand-foot drop. Staff Sergeant Will Summers started the mission at 185 pounds. He left Afghanistan five weeks later weighing 143. The Taliban had tanks. Soviet-era armor, antiaircraft guns, fortified positions dug into the mountains. Against this, twelve Americans on horseback radioed coordinates to aircraft circling invisibly above, and watched the positions erupt. On November 9, 2001, they rode into the kind of moment that people are not supposed to experience in the modern world. Nutsch and his team joined hundreds of Dostum's horsemen in a thundering cavalry charge across an open plain — directly into entrenched Taliban lines. Under fire. At a gallop. Calling in close air support between strides. It was the first cavalry charge of the 21st century. It was also the last. The next day, Mazar-i-Sharif fell. The Taliban's northern stronghold collapsed. Within weeks, the regime itself began to unravel — a domino effect that started with twelve men and borrowed horses in the mountains. All twelve of them came home. Zero American fatalities. Against a fortified enemy that outnumbered and outgunned them at every turn. Today, across from Ground Zero in New York City, there is a bronze statue — sixteen feet tall — of a Special Forces soldier on horseback, rifle across his lap, looking west. It honors ODA 595 and the teams who rode with them. Most Americans walk past it every day without knowing the story. Now you do.