I love this.
God bless America.
My wife has taught high school in Tokyo for twenty years.
Every year, a few of her students spend a year living with a family in America. When they come home, she asks each of them one question.
"What do you miss?"
She expects hamburgers.
She almost never gets hamburgers.
And these aren't old stories. Most of these kids came home in the last two years.
"Every time I left the house, my host mom said, 'Text me when you get there.' In Japan, nobody needs to know where I am. In Ohio, somebody always did." (Mina, 17, Ohio)
"If you walk toward a door, an American will hold it open. Even if you are very far away. So you have to run. I ran to so many doors." (Itsuki, 16, Georgia)
"My host brother screamed on the floor of a grocery store. A stranger walked by and said to my host mom, 'You're doing great, Mama.' She almost cried. I didn't know strangers were allowed to say that." (Aoi, 17, Texas)
"We went away for the weekend and left our trash can at the curb. When we got back, it was by the garage. Nobody said who. My host dad said if it had been there one more day, the neighbor would have knocked." (Haruto, 16, Minnesota)
"A car got stuck in the snow in front of our house. Four men came out of four houses. Nobody called them. They pushed, the car drove away, and they went back inside without saying their names." (Ren, 17, Michigan)
"Every American has jumper cables. Maybe half of them know which clip goes where. The other half help anyway." (Shin, 16, Montana)
"In July, my host family put a cooler on the porch. Cold water, snacks, and a sign: 'For our delivery drivers. Thank you!' I asked if they knew the drivers. They said no." (Nanami, 16, Arizona)
"Downtown, there are banners on the lampposts. Photos of soldiers from the town. Some old, some very young. My host grandpa walked me down the street and told me every name." (Yuna, 16, Iowa)
"I got a C-plus on my first test. My host dad said, 'I'm proud of you,' and put it on the fridge. In Japan, nobody is proud of a C-plus." (Takeru, 17, Pennsylvania)
Then the quietest girl in the class raised her hand.
Sora. Seventeen. Missouri.
"Nobody asks me 'home safe?' anymore," she said.
She was wrong.
In September, there was a typhoon warning for Tokyo. At 2 a.m., Sora's phone lit up.
It was her host mom. In Missouri. Watching the weather in a country she had never been to.
"Saw the storm. You home safe?"
Sora told my wife she cried for a long time. Then she typed the answer she had typed a hundred times, from football games and friends' driveways.
"Home safe."
Her host mom wrote back one line.
"Good. That's all I needed."
My wife has asked that question for twenty years. Not one kid has ever said they missed how big America is.
They miss how America says goodbye. And how it checks that you got home.
So, America. You think you've lost something.
You haven't. It's on a porch in Arizona. It's pushing a car in Michigan. It's awake at 2 a.m. in Missouri, watching our weather.
You don't remember doing any of it.
A kid in Tokyo will never forget.
Amen
Your purpose can be smaller than you think, and that's good news.
After my son Mitch died, "What's my purpose?" was too heavy to lift.
So I asked a smaller one: What does faithfulness look like today?
Some days it was getting out of bed. Some days it was one surgery, done well.
Small faithful days add up to a life.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens." Ecclesiastes 3:1
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
Sat yesterday. Bedside. With a wife. Married 56 years to a tough as nails old guy. A fighter. But clearly losing his last match. Bad heart. Bad infection. Kidneys failed. Breathing for him.
She understood he fought and was losing anyway. She sobbed as she went through her ambivalence with me. She didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want him to suffer. He’d be so mad if he knew all of the agressive things we were doing to him. Make him comfortable. Let him go HOME.
She had no one to sit the watch with her. So I did. Held her while she sobbed and watch the light in her person go back to the source.
It didn’t take long. Delayed me by a bit of time but I think it was the MOST important thing I did all day.
I’ve long since learned very directly my limitations on life and death in my job. I know I won’t win every case, even if I always want to.
And when the case is lost … The only thing left for the heart of the healer is to sit with the pain of those that love and remain and carry on. There is value there. It’s a simple thing, really.
When hope is gone, all that is left is love.
This is sad news.
My dad— a general surgeon who trained at UAMS— introduced me to Dr. Suen when I was a medical student, and spoke very highly of him.
Dr. Suen was a remarkable surgeon, but what I most remember about him was his calm, kind demeanor. He was the consummate gentleman.
Our state will tremendously miss him.
@uamshealth
We are deeply saddened by the passing of Dr. James Y. Suen, a renowned head and neck surgeon and beloved UAMS physician.
Thank you, Dr. Suen, for the countless lives you touched. You will be dearly missed.
Read more about his remarkable life and legacy: bit.ly/4eftgyN
Amen
Tolkien lost his father at at 4 or so years old and was completely orphaned by 12, when he lost his mother. He was born into the second part of the Industrial Revolution, and during his lifetime watched much of the world change in ways he hated, destroying and permanently altering the beautiful things he loved. He lived through 2 world wars, fighting at the Somme and losing many of his friends, and having his sons fight in the second. This was not a good time for man in many regards. The world was changing rapidly, many men who fought in WW1 became very lost and cynical about the world, they were left damaged by trauma that no one knew how to deal with and often didn’t care enough to help them with. Young men were shamed by women giving out white feathers if they were not seen in uniform during The Great War, marking them as cowards or shirking their duty. There was not much to be optimistic about during this time period for young men. The ones who didn’t die in the First World War would have to watch their sons die or risk death in the Second.
Tolkien wrote an optimistic book not because he lived through an optimistic time, but because he had faith in something beyond the dire circumstances of the time. He saw great evils, not just from the enemies, but from men on all sides during this time. And the Lord of the Rings, as hopeful as it may feel, is set in a bleak time in a waning world, where once great civilisations have been reduced to crumbling cities and ruins covered in foliage. But instead of going the route of many of the authors of the time, he did not fill his world with cynicism, but filled it with something to aspire to, something to encourage you towards doing what is right in the bleakest of times.
People who say “yeah but Aragorn had this and I don’t” are missing the point. You aren’t supposed to compare yourself to these characters as stand-ins for your exact situation in life, you are supposed to be inspired by the ways they handle adversity they face and the ways they decide to do what is right. Your life isn’t going to be as epic and your circumstances aren’t going to seem as high and noble, but that’s not the point of fiction. Fiction takes concepts and turns them into something tango. LotR encourages us to do what we can to press forward with the circumstances given to us, that is the point. Not that you are in line to be king and have a beautiful love interest. Not that you get a big inheritance from your uncle, but that whether you are an insignificant gardener or the heir to the throne, you are still responsible for playing your part to the best of your ability and that it is worth it even if it seems futile in the moment.
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
My father-in-law, suffering from an advanced case of bone cancer, asked to pray as we left his hospital room. He said three things to the Lord:
First, he thanked God for being good in all circumstances, even when it didn’t match our definition of good.
Second, he asked God to help him be a good example to others during his suffering.
Finally, he thanked God for the rich life of blessings he had been given.
I was blown away. This was a man who did not go to seminary. He couldn’t communicate the theology that I thought I had mastered so well. But in that moment, he revealed a deeper and richer understanding of the sovereignty of God than I ever had.
It’s probably the most powerful prayer I can remember.
It seemed that Bert had every right to complain, but he was joyful. He could have asked others to serve him, but he asked God to help him serve others.
Bert didn’t question God and ask “Why me?” He didn’t bring God into the court of his judgement and say, “Is this what I get after a lifetime of serving you?”
No, my father-in-law’s words were edifying. His tongue was pure. His vocabulary was God-honoring. Why? Because the sovereignty of God ruled in his heart, and out of the abundance of his heart his mouth spoke (Luke 6:45).
I am deeply persuaded that the primary reason we complain, grumble, and accuse is because the sovereignty of God doesn’t rule in our heart.
When people frustrate us, when our plans are thwarted, and when suffering enters our door, our lips dispense words laced with anger, bitterness, envy, doubt, confusion, and fear. All of these emotions are given room to grow when there is a void of rich understanding and belief in the sovereignty of God.
We have forgotten that God’s dominion is an eternal dominion and he does as he pleases (Daniel 4:34-35). We don’t remind ourselves that his judgements are unsearchable and his ways inscrutable (Romans 11:33). We have neglected to meditate on the truths that God rules over the specific details of our lives for his glory and our good (Acts 17:26-27, Ephesians 1:4-6, 20-22 and many more).
It’s easy for us to proclaim these truths during a Sunday worship service, but at street level, does the sovereignty of God really have deep roots in your heart?
That moment in the hospital was God’s revealing grace to me. He was not rejecting me or condemning me for weak theology, but rather opening my eyes, softening my heart, and wooing my soul to trust in him more.
May our Lord do the same with you today!
Had a great time following our friend @ZachJohnsonPGA around the course this week at the @SBGolfChamp in Little Rock. Such a fantastic event for our city and state. Already looking forward to next year!
I love this.
My wife's brother spent six years at a Japanese car plant in Kentucky. He was sent to teach the Americans our way of working.
He came home with a notebook. On the cover, in Japanese: "Things I Learned Instead."
Some pages:
"The first day of deer season, half the line takes vacation. HR plans for it every year. Nobody pretends to be sick. They just say 'deer season.'"
"They name the machines. The welding robot on Line 2 is Darlene. Darlene gets a birthday cake."
"When someone's wife has a baby, the whole line signs a card. The card is bigger than the baby."
"A man with thirty years on the line showed me a better way to do my own job. Then he said, 'Don't tell your boss I told you that, boss.'"
"Every Friday, someone brings doughnuts. Nobody is assigned. Somebody always does."
"They thank the janitor by name. Every day. His name is Curtis."
The last page is from his final day.
In our system, anyone can stop the line, but only for a problem. Stopping it is serious.
"On my last day, the line stopped for one minute. There was no problem. They stopped it to shake my hand."
He says it's the only time in six years he was happy to see the line stop.
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
Arkansas has the second-most talented bench in college basketball behind Duke.
Thompson, Toure, Andrews, Maker, and Ourigou are all talented and capable.
Tremendous depth and long-term potential with this team.
Truth.
Your brain builds whatever you rehearse.
Rehearse worry and you get better at worry.
Rehearse gratitude and you get better at gratitude.
Choose your reps on purpose.
Here's a good brain building verse:
"...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right... think about such things." Philippians 4:8 (NIV)
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
Your brain builds whatever you rehearse.
Rehearse worry and you get better at worry.
Rehearse gratitude and you get better at gratitude.
Choose your reps on purpose.
Here's a good brain building verse:
"...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right... think about such things." Philippians 4:8 (NIV)
“So profound has been the impact of Christianity on the development of Western civilisation that it has come to be hidden from view. It is the incomplete revolutions which are remembered; the fate of those which triumph is to be taken for granted.” -historian and author Tom Holland in “Dominion” @holland_tom
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Before Hollywood, I was living in a van in Hawaii and waiting tables at Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. One day, the incredible Rae Dawn Chong walked into the restaurant, and naturally, I went up to her table and said, “Hey, you’re a movie star! What are you doing here?”
She asked if I could act, and I said, “Fuck yeah, put me in your movie!”
She asked for my phone number. The only problem was I didn’t have one. So I gave her my buddy Mike’s number instead. A couple days later, Mike casually mentions, “Oh, by the way, someone called you.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME, MIKE?!
I called her back, and sure enough, she was serious. I drove over to pick up the script, went back to Mike’s house, and read all 120 pages three times in a row. First script I’d ever read. My character's name was Devon, and I remember thinking, “Sweet! I could totally play a Devon!”
I showed up to the audition with every line and inflection mapped out in pencil. Rae told me I could act and offered me the part. I asked if we were shooting in Hawaii. Nope. Los Angeles.
I had about $60 to my name, a bag of clothes, and some rollerblades.
Then Rae told me they'd fly me out. And I remember thinking right then and there, my life just changed forever. I'm going to be an actor.
That little movie was Cursed Part 3, a low-budget horror comedy that opened the door to Hollywood for me.
I'll forever be grateful to Rae for taking a chance on a kid working at a shrimp restaurant. Everybody starts somewhere, and this is where it all began for me.
From 2011 - 2014, the Thiel Fellowship gave out 40 $100k fellowships to entrepreneurs
That were all under 20 years old at the time...
13 unicorns have since been built by those 40 fellows
4 of those 40 fellows are also now billionaires
Absolutely insane hit rate
🤖 Made with AI
This moves me.
As a dad to three girls who are almost grown it truly is too fast.
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
Ross is right about the vibrancy of evangelicalism. But a distinction needs to be made. The strongest currents of Protestantism in the US are Wesleyan, not Calvinist, Pentecostal rather than Presbyterian. When intellectual Protestants wax triumphant about an “evangelical century,” they are celebrating the success of a form of Christianity that differs in significant ways from their own.
I was raised in a non-denominational evangelical church. When I became “young, restless, and Reformed,” my parents were alarmed. They asked the pastor how to handle my evident defection from the faith. Whatever I believed, they thought, it wasn’t true Christianity.
Intellectual Protestants—the kind who attend Anglican churches or imbibe high-proof Calvinist texts—represent traditions of belief that have helped shape this country. But in terms of sociology and doctrine, they are alienated from the most vigorous contemporary expressions of American Christianity.
For all the buzz around a ‘Catholic century,’ evangelicalism is the denomination best placed to thrive in contemporary America. thefp.com/p/ross-douthat-our…
Love to see it.
Trevon Brazile was HUGE is the Nuggets 23-point comeback versus the Pelicans!
17 PTS, 9 REB, 2 BLK, 6/11 FG, 3/7 3FG, 67 TS%
35th pick in the draft! WHAT A STEAL xitter.gq/NBAPerformances/status…
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
A car flew last night. An actual car, flipping in midair on cold gas thrusters and landing on its wheels. Elon Musk's companies built a sports car that does what science fiction promised for a century. The same man lands rockets on barges and builds the machines that carry our astronauts. That is what one free mind, and the thousands of minds he employs, can produce.
Bernie Sanders says billionaires should not exist. He looks at the man who makes cars fly and concludes the problem to solve is that such men keep too much of what they create. He has spent five decades in government producing nothing, yet he claims the moral authority to dispose of the men who produce everything. A man who seeks unearned control over the lives and property of others is corrupt in the fullest meaning of the word, and that corruption runs deeper than any bribe.
A flying car is what men do when they are free. A wealth tax is what politicians do to the men who built it. One of them needs the other to survive, and it isn't Musk.
Gregory Bledsoe MD MPH MBA retweeted
Someone should ask Johns Hopkins. They had me perform brain surgery for decades.






























