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Edith Steiner lost 39 relatives during the Holocaust. Yet in the middle of one of the darkest periods in history she met the man who would stay by her side for the next seven decades. Their story began in 1944.
John Mackay was a 23-year-old Scottish commando who had already escaped from a prisoner of war camp in North Africa. He was part of a unit that intercepted a group of prisoners being marched away from Auschwitz. Among them was Edith, a 20-year-old Hungarian woman. She was one of the few members of her family to survive the selections carried out by Josef Mengele.
As the Nazi guards fled and the prisoners began to realize they were free, John noticed Edith. A few weeks later a dance was organized. John sent a friend to invite her to dance. Edith replied, “No, tell him if he wants a dance he must ask me himself.” John went to speak to her personally. He asked her to dance and she accepted.
When the war ended John brought Edith home to Scotland. They married on July 17, 1946. They ran the Atholl Arms Hotel in Pitlochry, raised their children Sharon and Peter, and watched their family grow to include seven grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. Their daughter Sharon said, “Their devotion to each other is so clear to everyone who meets them. It is an example of an incredibly rare and beautiful love.”
Even after more than 70 years of marriage John and Edith still held hands whenever they went out together. Edith passed away peacefully at the age of 92, a few weeks after their 71st wedding anniversary. John stayed beside her until her final breath. What began with a chance meeting and a dance became a marriage that lasted more than seven decades.
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Two days before he shot Lee Harvey Oswald, Jack Ruby was standing in the same room with him.
It was midnight, November 22, 1963. Kennedy had been dead for about 12 hours. Dallas police showed Oswald to the press. In the crowd of reporters stood a local nightclub owner.
When the district attorney got the name of a pro-Castro group wrong, a voice from the back corrected him. It was Jack Ruby.
On November 24 Oswald was led through the police basement on live TV. Ruby stepped out of the crowd and shot him in the stomach. Oswald died within two hours.
Ruby said he did it to spare Jackie Kennedy the pain of a trial.
He was sentenced to death. In 1966 the verdict was overturned. He was supposed to get a new trial.
In the video below, in 1965, he says this to reporters:
"The world will never know the true facts of what occurred, my motives."
"The people who had so much to gain, and had such an ulterior motive for putting me in the position I'm in, will never let the true facts come above board."
A reporter asks: "Are these people in very high positions, Jack?"
"Yes."
He died in January 1967 from complications of cancer, before the new trial.
The Warren Commission said he acted alone. In 1979 a House committee said Kennedy was probably killed as a result of a conspiracy.
Some people say a grieving man snapped. Others say he was sent to make sure Oswald never talked.
Did Jack Ruby act alone?
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“On the balcony of Navy’s stadium, they had words printed that said Iwo Jima, Guadalcanal, Saipan, Bataan, Corregidor & Coral Sea. While warming up our players looked up & said, ‘Man, we can’t beat these guys.’ I asked, ‘Why not?’ They said, ‘Look at the schedule they played.’ ”
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Alex Smith says he was ashamed of his leg and bitter toward football until rehabbing alongside wounded service members changed his life
“In my rehab process, I'm so thankful I got this thing called the Secretary of Defense designation, which is this deal for civilians that are deemed to have what's called a warlike injury. And so I got access to military medical care because there were no athletes for me to look to that had gone through something like this at that point. When I had half a leg and they're moving body parts down and it was like, hey, so and so did this and came back to play. There was nobody. The only examples of any positivity were people in the military through the decades of wars in the Middle East and roadside bombs and IEDs that there were a lot of servicemen and women that had severe lower leg injuries, severe tissue loss, severe breaks. Which through the infection and the hit was kind of like where I was at”
“So I got to go down and do my rehab at this military center. It doesn't matter what branch of the military you're in. If you have a severe limb injury, this is where you go. And it's in San Antonio, Texas. And it's called the Center for the Intrepid. And it changed my life. Again, I was super ashamed of my leg. It was grotesque looking and I kept it covered. I was ashamed of it. It represented everything that I had lost. I was really kind of struggling with my new normal. And I'll never forget going down there from day one. The military believes in this thing called group suck. Doing hard things, it's better to do them together. And so when you go down to this rehab center at the Center for the Intrepid, there are no private rooms. There's just one great big open room and it's surrounded by windows and everybody does their rehab together”
“I'll never forget my first trip there again. I couldn't even stand on my leg. I got it all wrapped up. I've got this steel cage bolted keeping it together. And there's double amputees, there's triple amputees, there's terrible burn victims. And nobody is hiding behind their scars. Everything's out in the open and people are moving forward with their life. And the physical therapist, Johnny Owens, walks behind the desk and gets a football and comes back to me and he has me get down on my good knee. And again, mind you, I'm very bitter towards football at this point, and I got three young kids, two boys that love to play catch with their dad, and I have not touched a football from the day of my injury. And now this is four months later”
“He brings out a football, throws it to me again. I'm on my one good knee on the ground, and he has me start playing catch. And this is from 10 feet away. And I'll never forget the light bulb going on of like, I can still play catch. Like, what else can I still go do. And it was the only place in the world where those guys were egging me on and goading me into you can do more… And that's the first day I said I wanted to play again was that day”
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October 28, 1944 — Eastern France
Technician Fifth Grade James K. Okubo, medic with the 442nd RCT, crawled 150 yards under machine-gun and grenade fire near Biffontaine to treat 17 wounded men in one day.
Staff Sergeant Lucian Adams of the 3rd Infantry Division charged alone through the Mortagne Forest near St. Die, killing nine Germans and eliminating three machine-gun nests in about 10 minutes to reopen a severed supply line.
Two different kinds of courage on the same day. Both later received the Medal of Honor.
Honor the ones who ran toward the fire.
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OTD in 1818, Abigail Adams passed away from typhoid fever in her bedroom at her home, Peacefield, in Quincy, Massachusetts. She was first interred in Hancock Cemetery and later removed in April 1828 for internment in the newly built crypt under United First Parish Church, across the street from the cemetery.
Eight days before she died, John Adams, in a letter written to his longtime friend, Thomas Jefferson, wrote on the subject of his wife's health, “The dear partner of my Life for fifty-four Years as a Wife and for many Years more as a Lover now lyes in extremis, forbidden to Speak or be Spoken to. If human Life is a Bubble, no matter how Soon it breaks.” On Monday, October 26, as John sat at his wife’s bedside, grief stricken, Abigail mustered the strength to speak, telling him she was dying and if it was Heaven’s will to take her, she was ready. Her son Thomas stated she was conscious to the last breath.
For her funeral services-I don't have the exact date, either Oct. 31 or Nov. 1-she lay in repose in a room in the downstairs of her home where family and friends gathered for the funeral service. After the funeral, a procession escorted Abigail’s coffin to Hancock Meeting House for a memorial service; Adams, 82 years of age with his walking stick in hand, followed behind the horse wagon conveying his wife’s coffin. The funeral was a major affair for the sleepy hamlet of Quincy and a sizeable crowd was on hand made up of locals from Boston and surrounding hamlets to witness the proceedings. Among the procession was Governor John Brooks, Lt. Governor William Phillips Jr., and Harvard President John Kirkland, all of whom served as pallbearers.
November 18, 1818, in response to her death, Jefferson wrote to Adams. Jefferson's words were heartfelt, moving, and timely. He wrote, “The public papers, my dear friend, announce the fatal event of which your letter of October the 20th had given me ominous foreboding. Tried myself in the school of affliction, by the loss of every form of connection which can rive the human heart, I know well, and feel what you have lost, what you have suffered, are suffering, and have yet to endure. The same trials have taught me that for ills so immeasurable, time and silence are the only medicine. I will not, therefore, by useless condolences, open afresh the sluices of your grief, nor, although mingling sincerely my tears with yours, will I say a word more where words are vain, but that it is of some comfort to us both that the time is not very distant at which we are to deposit in the same casement our sorrows and suffering bodies, and to ascend in essence to an ecstatic meeting with the friends we have loved and lost, and whom we shall still love and never lose again. God bless you, and support you under your heavy affliction.”
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Coaching is a lonely job.
Coaches need coaches too.
Parcells knew it all too well.👇
Nobody accused Bill Parcells of being soft. But listen to what he says: “If you ever need anybody to talk to, just call me up. You think I don’t need somebody? We all need that.”
But why does he say that? Because he understands the loneliness of leadership.
"You imagine what’s going through that poor son of a gun’s head right now?"
Parcells, a man whose entire coaching philosophy was built on the belief that comfort is the enemy of performance, is explaining that every coach needs someone they can talk to about what's going on in their team, on their staff, and in their head.
Parcells wasn't trying to be nice. He was being honest. He knew exactly what happens inside the skull of a coach, because the same thing happened in his own mind.
• The lineup you’re about to change and the new challenges it will present.
• The angry parent email sitting unanswered since Sunday.
• The kid whose home life fell apart over summer and nobody else knows about it.
• The assistant interviewing somewhere else and thinks you don’t know.
• The booster politicking in the parking lot.
• The call you should have made on third down last week that you're still reliving.
• The time with your own kids you keep postponing.
• The workouts you keep skipping.
• The health issues you're ignoring.
• The fact that you haven't been home for dinner in six weeks.
It never stops. There's no off-season for the mental load of coaching and leadership.
It's not a football thing. If you coach basketball, baseball, volleyball, or golf in a town of four thousand people, this is your life. The sport changes. The faces change. The reality doesn't.
Coaches carry more unexpressed thoughts and unprocessed emotions than any other profession. And they have fewer trusted, private places to express them than anyone.
Go through the list of people you "could" talk to:
Your staff? Some but it's extremely limited. You are their boss. Besides, many of the thoughts and feelings are about them.
Your players? Obviously not.
Your AD, principal, or board? Minimally. Everything you say there goes in a file, even if it's a mental file.
Your spouse or partner? They love you, which qualifies them to listen but disqualifies them from being objective. Plus they've already absorbed more of this job than they signed up for. Most coaches figure that out and start editing what they bring home. And there's only so much a spouse can offer in their position.
Other coaches in your league? No way. They're your competitors.
Other coaches outside your league? They're busy coaching. Coaching is a small world and reputation is a valuable currency. There's only so much you can say without unintended and unseen consequences.
Your old coach? The closest thing to a real option. But also busy, three jobs removed from your situation, and from a different era of coaching and social dynamics.
Friends or professionals outside of coaching? They think they understand sports and coaching realities, but they don't understand. It's more frustrating than helpful.
Your options run out fast. You end up talking to the only person with complete context and zero ability to be objective about any of it.
Yourself.
In your office staring out the window. At midnight in your bed. In your car wrestling with 1,000 thoughts. On a repeating loop.
The repeating loop of unresolved thoughts and feelings is what causes the damage. It's not the stress that kills you. It's the endless loop of unexpressed, unprocessed, unresolved thoughts and feelings.
Thoughts you never say out loud never get pressure tested. Never get challenged or validated. Never get coached, sharpened, or redirected.
They get louder and more certain. You argue and negotiate with yourself. You start making decisions based on the story you've built in you mind that hasn't truly been checked by another credible person who understands everything involved.
Good coaches get too stubborn about this. They isolate themselves. They defend a plan instead of building a better one.
E+R=O
The event is not the problem. The event is the unchanging reality of coaching. It's the coach's response that has to change, not the event. If the outcome is going to get better, it can't depend on ideal events. It must come from a better leadership response by the coach.
What Parcells offered wasn't therapy or sports psychology. It wasn't really sympathy, either. It was a place to say what you need to say to someone who understands. Someone who won't judge, won't criticize, and won't share what you say with anyone else.
Somebody with context, no agenda, and no stake in how you come across.
Understanding. Confidentiality. No judgment. Available when you need it, which is rarely during business hours.
The problem is that you don't have Bill Parcells on speed dial. Most coaches will go their entire career and never get that offer from anyone as credible as him.
So I built it for coaches. It's called Zone 1 Coach.
Zone 1 is a journal you talk to, out loud, in your own voice, whenever you need.
• Walking off the field after practice
• In your car after a win or loss
• At 11:45pm when you can't sleep
You don’t have to type anything. You don’t format anything. You just talk. You don't even need clear thoughts. Anything you say, any way it comes out, no matter how sloppy and jumbled and odd it may seem.
It leaves your mind, goes somewhere that keeps it safe, and saves it.
Then the Zone 1 Coach Advisor can hear your thoughts, feelings, details, and realities. Safe, secure, and confidential. No person ever sees it. But the Zone 1 Coach Advisor learns about you from your Journal.
The Advisor is not a generic ChatGPT you have to re-explain everything to. It knows you, your sport, your level, your record, your roster, and what you said about this player three weeks ago or this situation last week.
You can ask it the question you can't ask your staff. You can say the thing you'd never put in a text or email. It doesn't flinch, it doesn't leak, and it doesn't think less of you for whatever you're struggling with.
The Zone 1 Coach Advisor listens, understands, and helps you with exactly what you need as a coach in that moment, for your situation.
Zone 1 runs on E+R=O and 25 years of sports and coaching behavior performance. So what you get isn't motivational or generic. It's proven systems, disciplined mechanics, and real action steps for your real situation.
I'm a 25 year executive coach. I've coached the highest level championship coaches in pro and college athetics. My coach clients tell me they talk to their Zone 1 Journal and Advisor about things they don't say to me.
That's part of the point, right? You need to say it to someone or somewhere so you can get the help you need.
Parcells had it right. And he said it in the most Parcells way.
"You think I don’t need somebody? We all need that."
You're not a weak leader for needing someone to talk to and somewhere to release your thoughts and feelings.
You're in a complex, difficult role that generates more thoughts than one head was built to hold.
The Zone 1 Coach app is what you need. And it's ready to be what you need.
The link to Zone 1 Coach is below.
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About the ongoing revolution in America, Swedish King Gustav III writes: “It is such an interesting drama to see a nation create itself, that I, if I now had not been who I am, would go to America to follow up close every phase in the emergence of this new republic. This is perhaps America’s century. This new republic […] may perhaps take advantage of Europe some day, in the same manner as Europe has taken advantage of Europe for two centuries.”
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Benito Mussolini (second to the left) was among the executed fascists on public display in 1945.
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October 27th, 2007: One of the best game-winning plays in CFB history, "Miracle in Mississippi"
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"I have just read your despatch about sore tongued and fatiegued (sic) horses. Will you pardon me for asking what the horses of your army have done since the battle of Antietam that fatigue anything?" Lincoln to Maj. Gen. George McClellan, October 24/25, 1862.
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On December 7, 1941, a 17 year old Japanese American watched Japanese planes attack Pearl Harbor. He rushed to help the wounded.
When he tried to join the US Army, he was initially rejected because of his ancestry.
Four years later, fighting the Nazis in Italy, a German grenade nearly tore off his right arm.
His shattered hand was still gripping a live grenade. He pulled it free with his left hand, threw it at the Germans, and kept fighting.
He would eventually become one of America's most powerful senators.
This is the story of Daniel Inouye.. 🧵1/5
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June 6, 1944. An American paratrooper jumps into Normandy in the dark and lands on the roof of a church.
By the end of the war he had been declared dead, held a funeral he didn't attend, escaped the Nazis, and fought his way toward Berlin in a Soviet tank unit.
His name was Joseph Beyrle. He's believed to be the only American soldier to serve in both the US Army and the Red Army during World War Two.
Beyrle was from Muskegon, Michigan. He joined the 101st Airborne, the Screaming Eagles. His buddies called him Jumpin' Joe.
On D-Day night his plane was hit by flak and he jumped early. He came down on a church roof, slid off, and lost his unit in the chaos. For a few days he fought on his own, blowing up a power station and cutting German communications.
Then he was captured.
Here's where it gets strange. A German soldier ended up wearing Beyrle's uniform and dog tags. That German was killed. When the body was found, the Americans identified it as Joseph Beyrle.
The army told his parents their son was dead. His hometown held a funeral mass for him. His obituary ran in the local paper.
Meanwhile, he was very much alive, being moved from one German prison camp to another.
He escaped more than once. One time he and two other prisoners jumped off a train heading east. They thought they were heading for Russia and freedom. They got lost and ended up in Berlin, where they were caught by the Gestapo, beaten, and tortured.
In January 1945, from a camp in eastern Germany, he finally made a clean escape. He went east, toward the gunfire. Toward the Soviets.
When he found a Soviet tank unit, he walked out with his hands up, holding a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes, and shouted the only Russian he knew. American comrade.
It worked.
He asked to join them. And they said yes.
For about a month, an American paratrooper rode with Soviet tank crews as they pushed toward Germany. He used his demolition training. He fought. He was reportedly welcomed by a Soviet officer who was one of the rare women commanding a tank battalion.
Then a German dive bomber attacked. Beyrle was badly wounded.
He was evacuated to a Soviet hospital. Soviet Marshal Georgy Zhukov reportedly visited, heard his story, and gave him papers to get to the American embassy in Moscow.
When he showed up, the embassy didn't believe him. As far as the US was concerned, Joseph Beyrle was dead. They held him under guard until his fingerprints proved who he was.
He made it home to Michigan in April 1945.
In 1946 he got married. In the same church where they'd held his funeral.
Decades later, in 1994, he was honored at the White House by President Bill Clinton and Russian President Boris Yeltsin for serving both countries.
And the last twist. His son, Joseph Beyrle II, grew up to become the United States Ambassador to Russia.
Readers added context they thought people might want to know
Joseph Robert “Joe” Beyrle had two sons. The elder son, Joe Beyrle II, served during the Vietnam War, but wasn’t a US Ambassador. That was the other son, John Beyrle.
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All men must learn to judge across their own ignorance. This art is not easily learned. Those who would practice it must develop intensity of perception & the habit of open concern for truth, in all of its forms. - JFK
