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Fire, Food, and Memes: London WESTEND FINAL Standard FREE INFERNO I RESIDENTS PERISH IN I BABY THROWN FROM I COUNCILS MANAGERS TOWER DEATH TRAP NINTH STOREY SAVED WERE WARNED OF RISK My heart sank as I helplessly watched a major fire rip through a tower block building in West London. Thoughts and prayers go out to those that have been injured and those that are no longer with us. I cannot begin to imagine what losing your home and everything within it must feel like, yet this is the new reality of so many who experienced last night's tragedy. As I'm reading things that are circulating; I'm finding out that a residents group knew there were fire hazards within the building and even published their health and safety concerns on their blog. These concerns were ignored by those in charge. There was only one fire exit in the whole tower block and there are also reports that some fire alarms were not working. There are serious questions that need answering. From this tragic event, I hope we can all check that our own fire alarms are working in our homes and houses. May we also be prepared and know what to do if a fire was to take place. Huge amounts of respect goes out to all the emergency services and general public involved in helping. Lastly, if you know of any organisations that are collecting or providing food-aid-support to those affected, please do write their details-locations in the comments below and if someone chooses to donate something, they can do so. May we all stay safer. WestLondon GrenfellTower LatimerRoad
Fire, Food, and Memes: London
 WESTEND FINAL
 Standard
 FREE
 INFERNO
 I RESIDENTS PERISH IN
 I BABY THROWN FROM
 I COUNCILS MANAGERS
 TOWER DEATH TRAP NINTH STOREY SAVED WERE WARNED OF RISK
My heart sank as I helplessly watched a major fire rip through a tower block building in West London. Thoughts and prayers go out to those that have been injured and those that are no longer with us. I cannot begin to imagine what losing your home and everything within it must feel like, yet this is the new reality of so many who experienced last night's tragedy. As I'm reading things that are circulating; I'm finding out that a residents group knew there were fire hazards within the building and even published their health and safety concerns on their blog. These concerns were ignored by those in charge. There was only one fire exit in the whole tower block and there are also reports that some fire alarms were not working. There are serious questions that need answering. From this tragic event, I hope we can all check that our own fire alarms are working in our homes and houses. May we also be prepared and know what to do if a fire was to take place. Huge amounts of respect goes out to all the emergency services and general public involved in helping. Lastly, if you know of any organisations that are collecting or providing food-aid-support to those affected, please do write their details-locations in the comments below and if someone chooses to donate something, they can do so. May we all stay safer. WestLondon GrenfellTower LatimerRoad

My heart sank as I helplessly watched a major fire rip through a tower block building in West London. Thoughts and prayers go out to those t...

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Doctor, Life, and Memes: PLEASE READ!!! . This picture means a lot to me. When I first moved to Florida, my plans weren't to become a doctor. I had actually planned to use my Human Biology degree to become a teacher.πŸ€“ . Flash forward 6 years and here I am drifting more and more into teaching again, just by a different route. @analaurab9 flew in all the way from πŸ‡¦πŸ‡· Buenos Aires to be my first student and train with me for the weekend. And I loved every minute of it. Seeing that first row and deadlift you did without back pain and how happy you were for it was one of the most rewarding moments of my life.πŸ€— . What I've come to realize is that my life is all about people. It's about the relationships I form and the impact I have on the lives of others. That's what matters to me. . So this is me putting it out there that I want to form more of those relationships. I want to further my impact and meet more of you in person. I've had a lot of people ask me about teaching and seminars and travel and I think it's time we made that happen. . So here's my plan. I'm going to hold 2 and 3 day teaching clinics for πŸ‹οΈβ€β™‚οΈtrainers-coaches and πŸ’†β€β™‚οΈtherapists-students respectively, either with me here in Orlando or having me fly to you. We can do one on one or small groups. And I also want to start getting a seminar tour set up to start working more hands on with you all and help you through your issues. . So if you want to host or are interested in working with me, I just made the πŸ“© email link live on my profile. Shoot me a message and we'll talk about all the details. And let me know below where you want me to stop on the tour!πŸ›« . Thank you to each one of the 300k+ of you that support me every day. There are so many exciting things coming that I can't wait to share. And I hope to see many of you very very soon.✌❀ . WorldTour WhatShouldWeCallIt SeeYouSoon

PLEASE READ!!! . This picture means a lot to me. When I first moved to Florida, my plans weren't to become a doctor. I had actually planned ...

Being Alone, Home Alone, and Life: Me: *home alone* hears noise Me WHO'S THERE? l HAVE A BELT AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO HANG MYSELF For those of you who have read my other stories and asked if there was more and received cryptic answers from me, I want to apologize for being dishonest. I said several times in the comments that nothing really happened after β€œFootsteps,” but that wasn’t true. The events of the following story weren’t locked away in the recesses of my mind; I’ve always remembered them. It wasn’t until I remembered β€œBalloons” and spoke with my mother about the following events that I realized how intertwined this story was with everything else, but I originally hadn’t really planned on sharing this anyway. My desire to withhold this memory was due mostly to the fact that I don’t think I showed good judgment in it; I also wanted consent from another person to tell it, so as to not misrepresent what transpired. I didn’t expect there to be a lot of interest in my other stories, so I never thought I’d really get pressed for more details, and I would have been happy to keep this to myself for the rest of my life. I haven’t been able to reach the other party, but I would feel disingenuous withholding this story from those who wanted more information now that I’ve spoken with my mother and another connecting line has been drawn. What follows is as accurate a recollection as I could manage. I apologize for the length. I spent the summer before my first year of elementary school learning how to climb trees. There was one particular pine tree right outside my house that seemed almost designed for me. It had branches that were so low I could easily grab them without a boost, and for the first couple days after I first learned how to pull myself up I would just sit on the lowest branch, dangling my feet. The tree was outside our back fence and was easily visible from the kitchen window which was just above the sink. Before too long my mother and I developed a routine where I would go play on the tree when she washed the dishes because she could easily see me while she did other things.
Being Alone, Home Alone, and Life: Me: *home alone* hears noise
 Me
 WHO'S THERE?
 l HAVE A BELT AND I'M NOT
 AFRAID TO HANG MYSELF
For those of you who have read my other stories and asked if there was more and received cryptic answers from me, I want to apologize for being dishonest. I said several times in the comments that nothing really happened after β€œFootsteps,” but that wasn’t true. The events of the following story weren’t locked away in the recesses of my mind; I’ve always remembered them. It wasn’t until I remembered β€œBalloons” and spoke with my mother about the following events that I realized how intertwined this story was with everything else, but I originally hadn’t really planned on sharing this anyway. My desire to withhold this memory was due mostly to the fact that I don’t think I showed good judgment in it; I also wanted consent from another person to tell it, so as to not misrepresent what transpired. I didn’t expect there to be a lot of interest in my other stories, so I never thought I’d really get pressed for more details, and I would have been happy to keep this to myself for the rest of my life. I haven’t been able to reach the other party, but I would feel disingenuous withholding this story from those who wanted more information now that I’ve spoken with my mother and another connecting line has been drawn. What follows is as accurate a recollection as I could manage. I apologize for the length. I spent the summer before my first year of elementary school learning how to climb trees. There was one particular pine tree right outside my house that seemed almost designed for me. It had branches that were so low I could easily grab them without a boost, and for the first couple days after I first learned how to pull myself up I would just sit on the lowest branch, dangling my feet. The tree was outside our back fence and was easily visible from the kitchen window which was just above the sink. Before too long my mother and I developed a routine where I would go play on the tree when she washed the dishes because she could easily see me while she did other things.

For those of you who have read my other stories and asked if there was more and received cryptic answers from me, I want to apologize for be...