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Marriage is not bread and beans. He saw the billing and ran away with his goat. Who do you blame in this case. Is it the man for been impatient, or the lady's family for the excessive bride price list? 😙

When my father died, everyone said the same thing. "At least you got to say goodbye." I didn't. That fateful day, I was in a meeting when my phone rang. It was my dad calling for the third time that morning. Embarrassed, I silenced it, promising I'd call back during lunch. But it was barely an hour later when my sister phoned. Dad had suffered a heart attack. He had already kicked the bucket before the ambulance arrived. For months, I couldn't forgive myself. I replayed that scenario every night. What if I had picked that call? I kept wondering what the old man had wanted to say. Maybe he knew something was wrong. Maybe he just wanted to hear his son's voice one last time. The guilt haunted me for weeks. Unable to move on, I paid the phone company to retrieve my father's voicemail history. There was only one unheard message. It was from the day I had refused to pick his call…the same day he had a heart attack. My hands shook as I pressed play. My father's familiar voice filled the room. "Hey, Danny. Don't panic when you hear this. I found your old savings passbook while cleaning the garage. You were saving for a car years ago, remember? I think you forgot about it. I put it in the blue toolbox." That was it. No final speech. No dramatic goodbye. Just an ordinary reminder. Out of curiosity, I checked the toolbox. Truly, inside was the passbook—but there was something else as well. Beneath it was an envelope containing cash my father had quietly added over the years. I counted the money, it was a small fortune. But what broke me were the six simple words written on it. "For the day you need it." That money became the down payment on my first car. Yesterday, while arranging my wardrobe, my wife caught me slipping a few bills into a small envelope labeled with my son's name. She smiled. "Planning ahead?" I nodded. "My dad wasn't perfect, but he did certain things only a loving father would." I said softly. "He was more than just a father." My dad had taught me a great lesson that I wanted to pass on to my son. That love isn't always expressed in emotional final words. Sometimes it's tucked into ordinary phone calls, and quiet acts of love that don't seem important until the person who made them is gone.

Words on Marble: "If you ever forget anything, don't ever forget to tell anyone you love how much they mean to you, while they're still alive. Don't celebrate them when they are gone"

Some lessons are learnt through Loss 😑

If you do love someone, please tell the person how much you love him or her. Sometimes we're too distracted that we forget to tell that special person how much they mean to us. Rod Stewart gives us an evergreen classic with 'Have I Told You Lately', which is a constant reminder to appreciate our loved ones. 👇

This is Jaundice am 100% sure. Now, Juandice is caused by the baby have excess bilirubin. When babies with Juandice are put under direct sunlight, this sunlight contains blue and green light wavelengths that help convert bilirubin into a form the baby can easily excrete more easily through urine and stool.

Getting older without hitting your goals creates panic. You start rushing decisions just to feel like you're catching up. But frustration isn't proof you're behind. It's proof you care about where you're headed. The problem isn't your timing. It's making choices from fear instead of purpose. A desperate move will steal more years than patience ever could. Your purpose has no deadline. Your energy does. Stop chasing progress that feels empty. Ask yourself: Does this bring me closer to who I'm meant to be, or just closer to where I think I should already be? Timing works when you walk in purpose, not when you run from regret. ⏳

To the beautiful souls of Venezuela Over 2,000 precious lives lost. Thousands injured. Tens of thousands still missing under the rubble. The pain is beyond measures. But even in the darkest hour, light finds a way. To those who rest now in eternal peace, your memories live on in every heart that loved you. You are not forgotten. Your lives mattered. Your stories will forever be told. To the families who wait in agony, searching through rubbles with bare hands for their loved ones, your strength is supernatural. Your love is the most powerful force on earth. Hold onto hope. Hold onto faith. To those still trapped beneath the rubble, fighting for breath, fighting for life, the grace to keep holding on. Every rescue team, every volunteer, every prayer is racing toward you. Don't give up. To the rescuers pulling survivors from collapsed buildings six days later, you are living proof that miracles do exist. That toddler you saved, that young man buried for 106 hours, they're alive because you refused to quit. Your courage inspires millions. And to those who showed up when it mattered, from Cristiano Ronaldo and Lionel Messi sending relief materials and to different countries sending rescue teams, you reminded the world what humanity still exists. Compassion knows no borders. Venezuela, your spirit cannot be broken by trembling earth. Your resilience is stronger than any earthquake. Your faith is deeper than any rubble. Your unity will rebuild what was destroyed. This tragedy has torn your soul, but it has also revealed your heart. And that heart beats with unshakeable strength. The road ahead is long. The grief is heavy. But an inspired heart can never be broken. To every Venezuelan reading this, you are seen. You are loved. You matter. Light always returns after the darkness. Always. Stay strong. Stay faithful. Stay together. 🙏❤️