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THE K9 WOULDN’T LEAVE HIS SIDE—EVEN AT THE FUNERAL
I didn’t think I’d cry that hard. Not in front of all those people. But when Rex—my uncle’s retired K9 partner—jumped onto the casket, something broke in me.
Uncle Mateo was a combat vet, tough as they come. He served two tours and came home with Rex, a jet-black German Shepherd who probably saved his life more than once. They were inseparable after that. Rex even followed him into civilian life, working search and rescue for another five years. When Uncle Mateo passed from a heart condition, we all knew Rex would take it hard. But I wasn’t ready for what actually happened.
The service was quiet, respectful. Military honors, flag presentation, the works. I was standing with my mom, holding her hand so tight I think I left nail marks. When they wheeled the casket into place, someone let Rex out of his crate. At first, he just walked slowly over, sniffing the air like he wasn’t sure where Mateo was.
Then he jumped. Right onto the casket. No bark, no growl—just this heavy, aching whimper as he laid across the top, his head tucked by the folded flag. The crowd went silent. And then the sound started. Grown men crying. My cousin falling to her knees. Even the priest had to pause.
And then—God, I still don’t know what made Rex do this—he started pawing at the casket like he wanted inside. That’s when the funeral director rushed forward and tried to get him off. But I stepped between them.
I didn’t think I’d cry that hard. Not in front of all those people. But when Rex—my uncle’s retired K9 partner—jumped onto the casket, something broke in me.
Uncle Mateo was a combat vet, tough as they come. He served two tours and came home with Rex, a jet-black German Shepherd who probably saved his life more than once. They were inseparable after that. Rex even followed him into civilian life, working search and rescue for another five years. When Uncle Mateo passed from a heart condition, we all knew Rex would take it hard. But I wasn’t ready for what actually happened.
The service was quiet, respectful. Military honors, flag presentation, the works. I was standing with my mom, holding her hand so tight I think I left nail marks. When they wheeled the casket into place, someone let Rex out of his crate. At first, he just walked slowly over, sniffing the air like he wasn’t sure where Mateo was.
Then he jumped. Right onto the casket. No bark, no growl—just this heavy, aching whimper as he laid across the top, his head tucked by the folded flag. The crowd went silent. And then the sound started. Grown men crying. My cousin falling to her knees. Even the priest had to pause.
And then—God, I still don’t know what made Rex do this—he started pawing at the casket like he wanted inside. That’s when the funeral director rushed forward and tried to get him off. But I stepped between them.
At UFC 314 in Miami, Cheryl Hines, the wife of RFK Jr. and star of Curb Your Enthusiasm, experienced an awkward moment when President Trump ignored her handshake.
As Trump greeted several people, including RFK Jr. and Dave Portnoy, Hines extended her hand, but Trump turned away, leaving her hand hanging. The incident, caught live on ESPN, quickly went viral, with many criticizing the snub.
Hines, visibly embarrassed, tried to laugh it off. Later, Trump did shake her hand while speaking with her and RFK Jr.
Despite this, Hines has been publicly critical of Trump, refusing to support his 2024 presidential campaign while backing her husband’s candidacy. However, she was later spotted at Mar-a-Lago in November, fitting in well with the MAGA crowd.
As Trump greeted several people, including RFK Jr. and Dave Portnoy, Hines extended her hand, but Trump turned away, leaving her hand hanging. The incident, caught live on ESPN, quickly went viral, with many criticizing the snub.
Hines, visibly embarrassed, tried to laugh it off. Later, Trump did shake her hand while speaking with her and RFK Jr.
Despite this, Hines has been publicly critical of Trump, refusing to support his 2024 presidential campaign while backing her husband’s candidacy. However, she was later spotted at Mar-a-Lago in November, fitting in well with the MAGA crowd.
In a shocking development that caused the F1 racing, the “Checo” Pérez driver was said to have had a secret meeting with Toto Wolff, director of the Mercedes racing team, right at the headquarters of the team in Brackley, England. This meeting takes place in the middle of the rumors of Pérez’s future at Red Bull increasing, especially when his contract with the racing team will expire at the end of the 2025 season.
According to internal sources, Pérez was seen at the Mercedes headquarters late at night, avoiding the media attention. No official information has been revealed about the content of the discussion, but many people speculate that Wolff may be considering Pérez as a potential candidate to replace Lewis Hamilton in the future or even a strategic move to pressure opponents. With a thick experience and stable scoring ability, Pérez has long been considered a formidable racer, although he often suffered the shadow of teammate Max Verstappen at Red Bull.
This secret meeting immediately sparked a wave of debate on social networks, with fans divided into two opinions: Some thought that Pérez was looking for a way out of Red Bull after a volatile season, while others believed that this was just a regular conversation between major characters in F1 village. Toto Wolff is famous for bold countries in the racer transfer market, which has been successful in recruiting Valtteri Bottas and George Russell, so the possibility that he targets Pérez is not too far away.
The Red Bull side has not yet made an official comment, but the pressure on Pérez is increasing when the race requires him to maintain his style to support Verstappen in the championship race. Meanwhile, Mercedes is also seeking to consolidate its squad after Hamilton announced that he would switch to Ferrari in 2026. Will this meeting open a new chapter for Pérez at the Silver Racing team or just a dramatic drama? The answer will probably be revealed soon when the F1 season continues to heat up. Please follow up to update the latest information!
According to internal sources, Pérez was seen at the Mercedes headquarters late at night, avoiding the media attention. No official information has been revealed about the content of the discussion, but many people speculate that Wolff may be considering Pérez as a potential candidate to replace Lewis Hamilton in the future or even a strategic move to pressure opponents. With a thick experience and stable scoring ability, Pérez has long been considered a formidable racer, although he often suffered the shadow of teammate Max Verstappen at Red Bull.
This secret meeting immediately sparked a wave of debate on social networks, with fans divided into two opinions: Some thought that Pérez was looking for a way out of Red Bull after a volatile season, while others believed that this was just a regular conversation between major characters in F1 village. Toto Wolff is famous for bold countries in the racer transfer market, which has been successful in recruiting Valtteri Bottas and George Russell, so the possibility that he targets Pérez is not too far away.
The Red Bull side has not yet made an official comment, but the pressure on Pérez is increasing when the race requires him to maintain his style to support Verstappen in the championship race. Meanwhile, Mercedes is also seeking to consolidate its squad after Hamilton announced that he would switch to Ferrari in 2026. Will this meeting open a new chapter for Pérez at the Silver Racing team or just a dramatic drama? The answer will probably be revealed soon when the F1 season continues to heat up. Please follow up to update the latest information!
I recently spent $6,500 on this registered Black Angus bull. I put him out with the herd but he just ate grass and wouldn’t even look at a cow.
I was beginning to think I had paid more for that bull than he was worth. Anyway……I had the Vet come and take a look at him.
He said,, the bull was very healthy, but possibly just a little young. 😂
so he gave me some pills to feed him once per day.
The bull started to service the cows within two days……. all my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred with all of my neighbor’s cows!
He’s like a machine! I don’t know what was in the pills the Vet gave him … but they kind of taste like peppermint. 🤣
I was beginning to think I had paid more for that bull than he was worth. Anyway……I had the Vet come and take a look at him.
He said,, the bull was very healthy, but possibly just a little young. 😂
so he gave me some pills to feed him once per day.
The bull started to service the cows within two days……. all my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred with all of my neighbor’s cows!
He’s like a machine! I don’t know what was in the pills the Vet gave him … but they kind of taste like peppermint. 🤣
As parents, we’d always believed in our son. He was the perfect child—brilliant, and destined for greatness.
So when we sent him off to college with thousands of dollars for tuition, we never questioned his progress. Until the day we found out he had been lying to us all along.
From the moment Jason was born, he was our pride and joy. Growing up, he wasn’t just “our son”; he was the son every family in the neighborhood admired. He excelled at everything he touched.
Straight A’s? Easy. Captain of the basketball team? Of course. And his charm? It was magnetic. Parents would nudge their kids, saying, “Be more like Jason.” He was handsome, polite, and ambitious. At least, that’s what we thought.
For as long as I can remember, Jason always had a soft spot for animals.
If a stray cat wandered into the yard, it was Jason who would sneak it milk. When our dog, Max, got sick, Jason stayed up all night by his side, even though he was only eight.
“Mom, I want to help animals when I grow up,” he said once, eyes gleaming as he watched Max wag his tail weakly.
“I want to be like Uncle Tom,” he insisted.
I remember laughing softly, tousling his hair. “That’s sweet, honey, but you can help more people if you become a businessman like your dad.”
My husband, Daniel, and I had always envisioned Jason as the future head of our family business. He had all the qualities of a leader.
So, when the time came to choose a college, we insisted on management. Jason hesitated at first, but eventually, he agreed. I thought we had his future all mapped out.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
It started innocently enough. Jason was two years into college, supposedly studying business management at a prestigious university. We sent him money every month for tuition and living expenses.
Life was busy for Daniel and me; running a company doesn’t leave much room for doubt. So, we never questioned anything.
But then, everything unraveled.
A business trip took me to the city where Jason’s college was located. I was excited to surprise him. “I’ll swing by his dorm, maybe take him out to dinner,” I told Daniel over the phone.
When I arrived at the admissions office to get his dorm address, the woman behind the counter gave me a confused look. “Jason Reed? I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone by that name enrolled here.”
I froze, sure there was some mistake. “Check again,” I insisted, my voice trembling.
She checked. And then she checked again. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no record of a Jason Reed. Are you sure this is the right university?”
My stomach turned. I thanked her stiffly and left the office, my mind racing.
I called Jason immediately. “Hey, Mom!” he answered, cheerful as ever.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I’m in town for a meeting and thought I’d surprise you. How about coffee?”
There was a pause. “Uh, yeah, sure! Let’s meet at the café near campus.”
Something was off, but I brushed it aside. When I saw him at the café, he looked as polished as ever—relaxed, confident, and full of that same charm that had everyone fooled.
“How’s school?” I asked casually.
“Great! Classes are tough, but I’m learning a lot,” he said without missing a beat. “Midterms are coming up, so I’ve been studying nonstop.”
He lied so smoothly, that I almost believed him. But the admissions clerk’s words echoed in my head. He’s not enrolled here.
When we hugged goodbye, I slipped my fitness bracelet into his jacket pocket. It had GPS. If Jason was lying to me, I needed to know where he was really going.
That evening, I followed the bracelet’s signal. It led me far from campus, away from the bustling city, to the outskirts of town. The smooth tarmac gave way to a dirt road lined with towering trees. The GPS beeped faster as I approached a small clearing.
And there it was—a rusty old trailer, half-hidden among the trees. The roof sagged under the weight of mismatched patches, and the whole place looked like it might collapse in a strong wind.
I parked my car and waited, gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Ten minutes passed before Jason appeared, walking up the dirt path with a bag slung over his shoulder.
My heart stopped.
I watched as he knocked on the trailer door. When it creaked open, another figure stepped out. It was my brother, Tom.
“Tom?” I whispered to myself, shocked. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Tom, had always been a wanderer. While Daniel and I built a stable life, Tom flitted between jobs but finally became a veterinarian.
Without thinking, I got out of the car and marched toward the trailer.
“Jason!” I called, my voice sharp.
He spun around, eyes wide. “Mom?! What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that!” I yelled. “What is this place? Why aren’t you at school? And why is he here?”
Tom leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Nice to see you too, sis.”
“Stay out of this, Tom,” I snapped, glaring at him.
Jason stepped forward, hands up. “Mom, I can explain.”
“No,” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been sending you money—our money—for tuition, thinking you were in college. Were you ever enrolled?”
Jason hesitated, then shook his head. “No.”
The word hit me like a slap. “Then where has all the money gone?”
Jason glanced at Tom, then back at me. “I’ve been using it to fund something…important. Uncle Tom’s been helping me.”
My gaze snapped to Tom, who looked unbothered. “Helping you do what?”
Jason took a deep breath. “I’m building a veterinary clinic.”
“What?”
“I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life, Mom. Uncle Tom had the skills and connections to help me get started. I’m using the money to buy equipment and renovate a building nearby. Once it’s ready, he’s going to be the head vet.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You lied to us! You’ve been funneling money to this—to him?” I pointed at Tom, whose smirk only deepened.
“Mom, this is my calling,” Jason said, his voice steady. “You and Dad wanted me to take over the business, but that’s not who I am. I want to help animals.”
“You betrayed us!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You’ll never see another penny from me again.”
I turned and stormed back to my car, tears blurring my vision.
Three months passed, and I didn’t speak to Jason. The silence was unbearable, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him. Then, one day, an envelope arrived in the mail.
The letter read: “Dear Mrs. Reed, Thank you for believing in your son and financing his veterinary clinic. Recently, my dog was hit by a car, and your son saved her life. If it weren’t for him—and for you—she wouldn’t be here today.”
I stared at the letter, my hands shaking.
Over the next few weeks, more letters and emails poured in. Each one told a similar story: animals saved, families reunited, lives changed—all thanks to Jason.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
One night, unable to sleep, I found myself searching for Jason’s Veterinary Clinic online. The result popped up instantly, complete with photos of a small building with bright green awnings and a cheerful sign. My breath caught when I saw Jason in the photo, smiling beside a family and their golden retriever.
I grabbed my keys.
The clinic looked just like the pictures. The parking lot was busy, the hum of life evident in the barking of dogs and the chatter of pet owners. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to the front door.
Inside, the first person I saw was Tom. He looked up from a clipboard and froze.
“Well, if it isn’t my sister,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “To what do we owe the honor?”
“I got your messages,” I said, holding back tears.
“My messages?” He smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, you mean the flood of letters from people thanking you for something you tried to stop.”
I flinched, but he didn’t stop.
“You wrote him off, but look around.” He gestured to the clinic bustling with life. “This is Jason. This is what you didn’t see. You were so busy planning his life, you never stopped to ask what he wanted.”
“Where is he?” I asked, ignoring the sting of his words.
Tom nodded toward a back room. “Go see for yourself.”
On the other side, Jason bent over an examination table, gently examining a scruffy dog while speaking softly to a tearful woman.
“Mom?” he said, noticing me. His voice held equal parts surprise and fear.
I didn’t speak at first, the lump in my throat too heavy. Finally, I managed, “You did this?”
Jason nodded slowly. “Yeah. I did.”
His confidence wavered as he spoke. “I know I hurt you. I know I lied, but—”
“Jason,” I interrupted, my voice breaking. “I was wrong.”
He blinked.
I took a shaky step forward. “This is your calling. It’s everything you said it was. And I couldn’t see it. I tried to control you, to make you into someone you weren’t, but…” My voice cracked. “You’ve built something beautiful. Something that saves lives. I’m so proud of you.”
Jason’s eyes glistened as he stepped toward me. “That means everything, Mom.”
Behind us, Tom’s voice rang out, amused but warm. “Look at that. Turns out we were right all along.”
I turned back to Jason, my heart finally at peace.
“Promise me one thing,” I said.
“Anything,” he replied.
“Don’t ever stop being this person.”
Do you have any opinions on this?
So when we sent him off to college with thousands of dollars for tuition, we never questioned his progress. Until the day we found out he had been lying to us all along.
From the moment Jason was born, he was our pride and joy. Growing up, he wasn’t just “our son”; he was the son every family in the neighborhood admired. He excelled at everything he touched.
Straight A’s? Easy. Captain of the basketball team? Of course. And his charm? It was magnetic. Parents would nudge their kids, saying, “Be more like Jason.” He was handsome, polite, and ambitious. At least, that’s what we thought.
For as long as I can remember, Jason always had a soft spot for animals.
If a stray cat wandered into the yard, it was Jason who would sneak it milk. When our dog, Max, got sick, Jason stayed up all night by his side, even though he was only eight.
“Mom, I want to help animals when I grow up,” he said once, eyes gleaming as he watched Max wag his tail weakly.
“I want to be like Uncle Tom,” he insisted.
I remember laughing softly, tousling his hair. “That’s sweet, honey, but you can help more people if you become a businessman like your dad.”
My husband, Daniel, and I had always envisioned Jason as the future head of our family business. He had all the qualities of a leader.
So, when the time came to choose a college, we insisted on management. Jason hesitated at first, but eventually, he agreed. I thought we had his future all mapped out.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
It started innocently enough. Jason was two years into college, supposedly studying business management at a prestigious university. We sent him money every month for tuition and living expenses.
Life was busy for Daniel and me; running a company doesn’t leave much room for doubt. So, we never questioned anything.
But then, everything unraveled.
A business trip took me to the city where Jason’s college was located. I was excited to surprise him. “I’ll swing by his dorm, maybe take him out to dinner,” I told Daniel over the phone.
When I arrived at the admissions office to get his dorm address, the woman behind the counter gave me a confused look. “Jason Reed? I’m sorry, but we don’t have anyone by that name enrolled here.”
I froze, sure there was some mistake. “Check again,” I insisted, my voice trembling.
She checked. And then she checked again. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but there’s no record of a Jason Reed. Are you sure this is the right university?”
My stomach turned. I thanked her stiffly and left the office, my mind racing.
I called Jason immediately. “Hey, Mom!” he answered, cheerful as ever.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “I’m in town for a meeting and thought I’d surprise you. How about coffee?”
There was a pause. “Uh, yeah, sure! Let’s meet at the café near campus.”
Something was off, but I brushed it aside. When I saw him at the café, he looked as polished as ever—relaxed, confident, and full of that same charm that had everyone fooled.
“How’s school?” I asked casually.
“Great! Classes are tough, but I’m learning a lot,” he said without missing a beat. “Midterms are coming up, so I’ve been studying nonstop.”
He lied so smoothly, that I almost believed him. But the admissions clerk’s words echoed in my head. He’s not enrolled here.
When we hugged goodbye, I slipped my fitness bracelet into his jacket pocket. It had GPS. If Jason was lying to me, I needed to know where he was really going.
That evening, I followed the bracelet’s signal. It led me far from campus, away from the bustling city, to the outskirts of town. The smooth tarmac gave way to a dirt road lined with towering trees. The GPS beeped faster as I approached a small clearing.
And there it was—a rusty old trailer, half-hidden among the trees. The roof sagged under the weight of mismatched patches, and the whole place looked like it might collapse in a strong wind.
I parked my car and waited, gripping the steering wheel so tightly. Ten minutes passed before Jason appeared, walking up the dirt path with a bag slung over his shoulder.
My heart stopped.
I watched as he knocked on the trailer door. When it creaked open, another figure stepped out. It was my brother, Tom.
“Tom?” I whispered to myself, shocked. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Tom, had always been a wanderer. While Daniel and I built a stable life, Tom flitted between jobs but finally became a veterinarian.
Without thinking, I got out of the car and marched toward the trailer.
“Jason!” I called, my voice sharp.
He spun around, eyes wide. “Mom?! What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that!” I yelled. “What is this place? Why aren’t you at school? And why is he here?”
Tom leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Nice to see you too, sis.”
“Stay out of this, Tom,” I snapped, glaring at him.
Jason stepped forward, hands up. “Mom, I can explain.”
“No,” I interrupted, my voice trembling. “I’ve been sending you money—our money—for tuition, thinking you were in college. Were you ever enrolled?”
Jason hesitated, then shook his head. “No.”
The word hit me like a slap. “Then where has all the money gone?”
Jason glanced at Tom, then back at me. “I’ve been using it to fund something…important. Uncle Tom’s been helping me.”
My gaze snapped to Tom, who looked unbothered. “Helping you do what?”
Jason took a deep breath. “I’m building a veterinary clinic.”
“What?”
“I’ve been dreaming about this my whole life, Mom. Uncle Tom had the skills and connections to help me get started. I’m using the money to buy equipment and renovate a building nearby. Once it’s ready, he’s going to be the head vet.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You lied to us! You’ve been funneling money to this—to him?” I pointed at Tom, whose smirk only deepened.
“Mom, this is my calling,” Jason said, his voice steady. “You and Dad wanted me to take over the business, but that’s not who I am. I want to help animals.”
“You betrayed us!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You’ll never see another penny from me again.”
I turned and stormed back to my car, tears blurring my vision.
Three months passed, and I didn’t speak to Jason. The silence was unbearable, but I couldn’t bring myself to call him. Then, one day, an envelope arrived in the mail.
The letter read: “Dear Mrs. Reed, Thank you for believing in your son and financing his veterinary clinic. Recently, my dog was hit by a car, and your son saved her life. If it weren’t for him—and for you—she wouldn’t be here today.”
I stared at the letter, my hands shaking.
Over the next few weeks, more letters and emails poured in. Each one told a similar story: animals saved, families reunited, lives changed—all thanks to Jason.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
One night, unable to sleep, I found myself searching for Jason’s Veterinary Clinic online. The result popped up instantly, complete with photos of a small building with bright green awnings and a cheerful sign. My breath caught when I saw Jason in the photo, smiling beside a family and their golden retriever.
I grabbed my keys.
The clinic looked just like the pictures. The parking lot was busy, the hum of life evident in the barking of dogs and the chatter of pet owners. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to the front door.
Inside, the first person I saw was Tom. He looked up from a clipboard and froze.
“Well, if it isn’t my sister,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “To what do we owe the honor?”
“I got your messages,” I said, holding back tears.
“My messages?” He smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, you mean the flood of letters from people thanking you for something you tried to stop.”
I flinched, but he didn’t stop.
“You wrote him off, but look around.” He gestured to the clinic bustling with life. “This is Jason. This is what you didn’t see. You were so busy planning his life, you never stopped to ask what he wanted.”
“Where is he?” I asked, ignoring the sting of his words.
Tom nodded toward a back room. “Go see for yourself.”
On the other side, Jason bent over an examination table, gently examining a scruffy dog while speaking softly to a tearful woman.
“Mom?” he said, noticing me. His voice held equal parts surprise and fear.
I didn’t speak at first, the lump in my throat too heavy. Finally, I managed, “You did this?”
Jason nodded slowly. “Yeah. I did.”
His confidence wavered as he spoke. “I know I hurt you. I know I lied, but—”
“Jason,” I interrupted, my voice breaking. “I was wrong.”
He blinked.
I took a shaky step forward. “This is your calling. It’s everything you said it was. And I couldn’t see it. I tried to control you, to make you into someone you weren’t, but…” My voice cracked. “You’ve built something beautiful. Something that saves lives. I’m so proud of you.”
Jason’s eyes glistened as he stepped toward me. “That means everything, Mom.”
Behind us, Tom’s voice rang out, amused but warm. “Look at that. Turns out we were right all along.”
I turned back to Jason, my heart finally at peace.
“Promise me one thing,” I said.
“Anything,” he replied.
“Don’t ever stop being this person.”
Do you have any opinions on this?
Karmelo Anthony, the 17-year-old charged with the murder of high school athlete Austin Metcalf at a track meet in Fresco, Texas earlier this month, has hired a new defense attorney prior to his first court appearance.
Metcalf was stabbed in the heart following an altercation relating to Anthony sitting in the wrong area during a track meet at the Kuykendall Stadium on April 2.
Tragic reports last week detailed how star athlete and aspiring football player Metcalf – at the meet with his twin brother, Hunter – had approached Anthony to tell him to move from the tent designated for Frisco Memorial High School students (Anthony is a student at Centennial High School).
Words were exchanged between the pair, who had never met each other before that fateful day, before Anthony pulled a knife from his backpack and stabbed Metcalf in the chest. Heartbreakingly, Metcalf bled to death in his twin brother’s arms.
Anthony was arrested and charged with first-degree murder in the stabbing. He is currently being held at Collin County Jail on a $1 million bond. As of yesterday, an opinion-splitting fundraiser for Anthony and his family “during this challenging and difficult time,” had raised in excess of $400,000.
Prior to his Anthony’s bond hearing, scheduled for today, Monday, April 14, his family moved to retain Mike Howard, a Dallas criminal defense attorney.
The teen’s former lawyers, Billy Clark and Kim T. Cole., confirmed to WFAA on Saturday that they will no longer be representing him. The Next Generation Action Network (NGAN) – a non-profit supporting the teen – announced the legal change.
“The family of Karmelo Anthony has officially retained Attorney Mike Howard as lead counsel in Karmelo’s legal defense,” the group said in a statement.
“We are grateful for the early support from Attorneys Billy Clark and Kim Cole, and we continue working to build a strong legal team for the fight ahead.
“Karmelo deserves what every citizen deserves: fair treatment and full rights under the law. We won’t stop fighting until he gets it,’” the organization added.
As per reports, a private funeral was held for Austin Metcalf on Saturday morning at Hope Fellowship Frisco East church. It was followed by a private burial.
Metcalf was stabbed in the heart following an altercation relating to Anthony sitting in the wrong area during a track meet at the Kuykendall Stadium on April 2.
Tragic reports last week detailed how star athlete and aspiring football player Metcalf – at the meet with his twin brother, Hunter – had approached Anthony to tell him to move from the tent designated for Frisco Memorial High School students (Anthony is a student at Centennial High School).
Words were exchanged between the pair, who had never met each other before that fateful day, before Anthony pulled a knife from his backpack and stabbed Metcalf in the chest. Heartbreakingly, Metcalf bled to death in his twin brother’s arms.
Anthony was arrested and charged with first-degree murder in the stabbing. He is currently being held at Collin County Jail on a $1 million bond. As of yesterday, an opinion-splitting fundraiser for Anthony and his family “during this challenging and difficult time,” had raised in excess of $400,000.
Prior to his Anthony’s bond hearing, scheduled for today, Monday, April 14, his family moved to retain Mike Howard, a Dallas criminal defense attorney.
The teen’s former lawyers, Billy Clark and Kim T. Cole., confirmed to WFAA on Saturday that they will no longer be representing him. The Next Generation Action Network (NGAN) – a non-profit supporting the teen – announced the legal change.
“The family of Karmelo Anthony has officially retained Attorney Mike Howard as lead counsel in Karmelo’s legal defense,” the group said in a statement.
“We are grateful for the early support from Attorneys Billy Clark and Kim Cole, and we continue working to build a strong legal team for the fight ahead.
“Karmelo deserves what every citizen deserves: fair treatment and full rights under the law. We won’t stop fighting until he gets it,’” the organization added.
As per reports, a private funeral was held for Austin Metcalf on Saturday morning at Hope Fellowship Frisco East church. It was followed by a private burial.
Have you ever noticed that you bruise easily—those black and blue marks that seem to appear out of nowhere and take forever to fade?
They might look harmless at first, but frequent or unexplained bruises can sometimes be a sign of an underlying issue.
Bruising occurs when tiny blood vessels
under the skin break due to impact or weakness, causing blood to pool and discolor the area.
Most often, it’s from bumps or minor injuries, but other causes—
like aging, medications, or even vitamin deficiencies—can make bruising more frequent and harder to heal.
Vitamins like C, K, and even D play a key role in keeping blood vessels strong and clotting effective.
And here’s something you might not expect: some of the supplements you take every day might actually be making it worse…
From popular herbs like ginkgo and ginseng to omega-3s and vitamin
E, certain supplements can thin the blood and increase the chances of bruising.
Add to that medications like aspirin or blood thinners, and even everyday painkillers like ibuprofen, and your risk grows.
Age-related changes, sun-damaged skin, and medical conditions such as diabetes or blood disorders can also contribute.
While most bruises are harmless and heal with rest and ice,
persistent or unusual bruising should prompt a visit to your doctor.
It could be a warning sign of something more serious—and early action can make all the difference.
They might look harmless at first, but frequent or unexplained bruises can sometimes be a sign of an underlying issue.
Bruising occurs when tiny blood vessels
under the skin break due to impact or weakness, causing blood to pool and discolor the area.
Most often, it’s from bumps or minor injuries, but other causes—
like aging, medications, or even vitamin deficiencies—can make bruising more frequent and harder to heal.
Vitamins like C, K, and even D play a key role in keeping blood vessels strong and clotting effective.
And here’s something you might not expect: some of the supplements you take every day might actually be making it worse…
From popular herbs like ginkgo and ginseng to omega-3s and vitamin
E, certain supplements can thin the blood and increase the chances of bruising.
Add to that medications like aspirin or blood thinners, and even everyday painkillers like ibuprofen, and your risk grows.
Age-related changes, sun-damaged skin, and medical conditions such as diabetes or blood disorders can also contribute.
While most bruises are harmless and heal with rest and ice,
persistent or unusual bruising should prompt a visit to your doctor.
It could be a warning sign of something more serious—and early action can make all the difference.
In a world where social media often amplifies conflict and outrage, the recent exchange between Karoline Leavitt and LeBron James has become a striking example of how a calm and measured response can shift the narrative. When LeBron referred to Karoline as “𝙆𝙆𝙆 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝘽𝙄𝙀,” many anticipated a fiery retort or a public outcry. Instead, what followed was a moment of silence that spoke volumes, culminating in a response that was both powerful and understated.
LeBron’s comment was loaded with implications, combining elements of racial and cultural tension with a hint of misogyny. It was a calculated jab, designed to provoke and elicit a reaction. However, Karoline’s initial silence was a strategic choice that left many wondering how she would respond. Would she lash out? Would she seek to defend herself? The answer came in the form of a simple, seventeen-word statement: “My family fought to end slavery. Yours came here from Jamaica in the 1930s. Let’s talk facts.”
This response was not just a counterattack; it was a masterclass in communication. By choosing to focus on facts rather than emotions, Karoline reframed the conversation. She didn’t need to raise her voice or demand an apology. Instead, she held up a mirror to LeBron, reflecting the truth of their respective family histories. Her calm demeanor and factual approach cut through the noise, leaving a lasting impact on the public discourse.
The aftermath of her response was telling. Media outlets began to shift their narratives, with some even retracting or altering their headlines. The initial shock of LeBron’s comment began to fade, replaced by a growing recognition of the power of Karoline’s words. Journalists who had initially mocked her found themselves reassessing the situation, and LeBron, for the first time, seemed to lose control of the narrative.
Karoline’s choice to remain composed in the face of provocation was not a new strategy for her. She had learned early on that labels only hold power if you allow them to define you. Reflecting on a past experience in high school, where she was called “Tea Party Barbie,” she realized that the laughter directed at her was rooted in fear of what she might become, rather than a reflection of her true self. This understanding shaped her response to LeBron, allowing her to rise above the insult and assert her identity without resorting to anger.
In the days following her response, Karoline continued her work without seeking to capitalize on the moment. She didn’t embark on a media tour or attempt to weaponize her newfound visibility. Instead, she focused on her campaign, engaging with constituents and participating in local events. This choice further solidified her position as a serious contender in the political arena, demonstrating that she was not just a reactionary figure but a thoughtful leader.
The silence that followed her response was deafening. LeBron, who had previously been a vocal figure in the political landscape, retreated from the conversation. His team scaled back interviews, and scheduled appearances were postponed. The shift was subtle but significant, indicating that the dynamics had changed. Karoline had not only defended herself; she had altered the power balance in the exchange.
As the media cycle moved on, the impact of Karoline’s response lingered. It became a touchstone for discussions about how to engage with conflict in a constructive manner. Her ability to remain calm and focused on the facts resonated with many, serving as a reminder that strength does not always manifest as loud defiance. Sometimes, the most powerful response is one that is quiet, measured, and rooted in truth.
In a culture that often rewards sensationalism, Karoline Leavitt’s approach stands out as a testament to the effectiveness of calmness and clarity. Her seventeen words not only countered an insult but also reshaped the narrative surrounding her and LeBron. It was a moment that showcased the power of composure in the face of adversity, and it left an indelible mark on the public consciousness.
As we reflect on this exchange, it’s clear that Karoline’s response was more than just a clever comeback; it was a strategic maneuver that demonstrated her strength as a leader. In a world filled with noise, she chose to speak with clarity and purpose, reminding us all that sometimes, the most impactful words are the ones that are carefully chosen and delivered with grace.
LeBron’s comment was loaded with implications, combining elements of racial and cultural tension with a hint of misogyny. It was a calculated jab, designed to provoke and elicit a reaction. However, Karoline’s initial silence was a strategic choice that left many wondering how she would respond. Would she lash out? Would she seek to defend herself? The answer came in the form of a simple, seventeen-word statement: “My family fought to end slavery. Yours came here from Jamaica in the 1930s. Let’s talk facts.”
This response was not just a counterattack; it was a masterclass in communication. By choosing to focus on facts rather than emotions, Karoline reframed the conversation. She didn’t need to raise her voice or demand an apology. Instead, she held up a mirror to LeBron, reflecting the truth of their respective family histories. Her calm demeanor and factual approach cut through the noise, leaving a lasting impact on the public discourse.
The aftermath of her response was telling. Media outlets began to shift their narratives, with some even retracting or altering their headlines. The initial shock of LeBron’s comment began to fade, replaced by a growing recognition of the power of Karoline’s words. Journalists who had initially mocked her found themselves reassessing the situation, and LeBron, for the first time, seemed to lose control of the narrative.
Karoline’s choice to remain composed in the face of provocation was not a new strategy for her. She had learned early on that labels only hold power if you allow them to define you. Reflecting on a past experience in high school, where she was called “Tea Party Barbie,” she realized that the laughter directed at her was rooted in fear of what she might become, rather than a reflection of her true self. This understanding shaped her response to LeBron, allowing her to rise above the insult and assert her identity without resorting to anger.
In the days following her response, Karoline continued her work without seeking to capitalize on the moment. She didn’t embark on a media tour or attempt to weaponize her newfound visibility. Instead, she focused on her campaign, engaging with constituents and participating in local events. This choice further solidified her position as a serious contender in the political arena, demonstrating that she was not just a reactionary figure but a thoughtful leader.
The silence that followed her response was deafening. LeBron, who had previously been a vocal figure in the political landscape, retreated from the conversation. His team scaled back interviews, and scheduled appearances were postponed. The shift was subtle but significant, indicating that the dynamics had changed. Karoline had not only defended herself; she had altered the power balance in the exchange.
As the media cycle moved on, the impact of Karoline’s response lingered. It became a touchstone for discussions about how to engage with conflict in a constructive manner. Her ability to remain calm and focused on the facts resonated with many, serving as a reminder that strength does not always manifest as loud defiance. Sometimes, the most powerful response is one that is quiet, measured, and rooted in truth.
In a culture that often rewards sensationalism, Karoline Leavitt’s approach stands out as a testament to the effectiveness of calmness and clarity. Her seventeen words not only countered an insult but also reshaped the narrative surrounding her and LeBron. It was a moment that showcased the power of composure in the face of adversity, and it left an indelible mark on the public consciousness.
As we reflect on this exchange, it’s clear that Karoline’s response was more than just a clever comeback; it was a strategic maneuver that demonstrated her strength as a leader. In a world filled with noise, she chose to speak with clarity and purpose, reminding us all that sometimes, the most impactful words are the ones that are carefully chosen and delivered with grace.
Logan, a 27-year old six-two inches tall professional swimmer, was returning from a freestyle swimming competition.
The flight from London to New York was about to last eight hours, enough time for him to rest before heading home. He planned to sleep through the flight and regain his energy so that he could go straight to his younger sister and tell her everything about the trip.
Since he booked his flight in the last minute, he ended up in economy class. Well, it wasn’t that it bothered him a great deal. He was just hoping to a safe and quiet flight back home.
When he located his seat, a woman in her 20s was already seated by the window. She smiled at him and said, “It looks like we’re going to be neighbors for some time.” Logan smiled back and nodded.
Everything seemed fine by that point, until a well dressed woman took the seat on Logan’s right side.
She arrived at the very last second and was visibly irritated. She struggled with her overstuffed bag and muttered as she tried to fit it under the seat.
When the flight attendant asked the passengers to fasten their seatbelts and put their tray tables up, everyone complied except for the woman. She started muttering again and rolled her eyes at the flight attendant who approached her and asked her to do what she was told.
As the plane took off, the woman started hitting the button uncontrollably, calling for the flight attendant.
“Yes, ma’am? What can I do for you?” the flight attendant asked.
The woman started yelling. “I hate this seat. How can I seat between these two huge people. Look at them!”
At that point, everyone could hear her words. To make things worse, people started staring.
“I need more room, right now. Look at this man’s legs, they are huge,” she continued sreaming.
The flight attendant told her there were no other seats available, but the woman pushed her and started going up and down the plane.
“I bought this seat. I can’t just sit here for eight hours all cramped up like a sardine.”
She spent the rest of the flight sighing, shifting in her seat, and nudging Logan as though the armrest belonged to her only.
At one point, she turned to Logan and yelled, “You should’ve booked a seat with more legroom. Why should you burden others?”
The yelling continued until the end of the flight, and the moment the pilot announced the landing will take place in 20 minutes, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got to her feet, searching through the overhead bin.
The flight attendant approached her and asked her to sit until they touched down, but the woman refused.
This forced the flight attendant to reach out for assistance from a fellow colleague.
It was then that the captain started speaking through the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re just about to touch down at JFK. Please stay seated and keep your seatbelts fastened at all times. Thank you.”
When the plane finally landed and everyone taxied to the gate, the woman ignored protocol, jumping up, grabbing her things, and nearly hitting Logan and the rest of the passengers. A flight attendant warned her, but she stepped into the aisle anyway — just as the captain emerged from the cockpit.
“Madam, please stay seated, you are making it hard for everyone.” Sadly, the woman wouldn’t listen to the captain either.
Eventually, the captain addressed the whole cabin, “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to express my gratitude for your patience during this flight. I’d like to take a moment to recognize someone who has truly made their mark in our midst. Let’s all give a big round of applause to the passenger in seat 29C—who decided to ignore the crew’s instructions and add a little extra thrill to our journey!”
Everyone started laughing, and the woman felt embarrassed, but it was something she deserved for her behavior.
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The flight from London to New York was about to last eight hours, enough time for him to rest before heading home. He planned to sleep through the flight and regain his energy so that he could go straight to his younger sister and tell her everything about the trip.
Since he booked his flight in the last minute, he ended up in economy class. Well, it wasn’t that it bothered him a great deal. He was just hoping to a safe and quiet flight back home.
When he located his seat, a woman in her 20s was already seated by the window. She smiled at him and said, “It looks like we’re going to be neighbors for some time.” Logan smiled back and nodded.
Everything seemed fine by that point, until a well dressed woman took the seat on Logan’s right side.
She arrived at the very last second and was visibly irritated. She struggled with her overstuffed bag and muttered as she tried to fit it under the seat.
When the flight attendant asked the passengers to fasten their seatbelts and put their tray tables up, everyone complied except for the woman. She started muttering again and rolled her eyes at the flight attendant who approached her and asked her to do what she was told.
As the plane took off, the woman started hitting the button uncontrollably, calling for the flight attendant.
“Yes, ma’am? What can I do for you?” the flight attendant asked.
The woman started yelling. “I hate this seat. How can I seat between these two huge people. Look at them!”
At that point, everyone could hear her words. To make things worse, people started staring.
“I need more room, right now. Look at this man’s legs, they are huge,” she continued sreaming.
The flight attendant told her there were no other seats available, but the woman pushed her and started going up and down the plane.
“I bought this seat. I can’t just sit here for eight hours all cramped up like a sardine.”
She spent the rest of the flight sighing, shifting in her seat, and nudging Logan as though the armrest belonged to her only.
At one point, she turned to Logan and yelled, “You should’ve booked a seat with more legroom. Why should you burden others?”
The yelling continued until the end of the flight, and the moment the pilot announced the landing will take place in 20 minutes, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got to her feet, searching through the overhead bin.
The flight attendant approached her and asked her to sit until they touched down, but the woman refused.
This forced the flight attendant to reach out for assistance from a fellow colleague.
It was then that the captain started speaking through the intercom. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re just about to touch down at JFK. Please stay seated and keep your seatbelts fastened at all times. Thank you.”
When the plane finally landed and everyone taxied to the gate, the woman ignored protocol, jumping up, grabbing her things, and nearly hitting Logan and the rest of the passengers. A flight attendant warned her, but she stepped into the aisle anyway — just as the captain emerged from the cockpit.
“Madam, please stay seated, you are making it hard for everyone.” Sadly, the woman wouldn’t listen to the captain either.
Eventually, the captain addressed the whole cabin, “Ladies and gentlemen, I want to express my gratitude for your patience during this flight. I’d like to take a moment to recognize someone who has truly made their mark in our midst. Let’s all give a big round of applause to the passenger in seat 29C—who decided to ignore the crew’s instructions and add a little extra thrill to our journey!”
Everyone started laughing, and the woman felt embarrassed, but it was something she deserved for her behavior.
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On the early morning of Sunday, May 11, 2025, a devastating collision occurred on State Route 60 in Hacienda Heights, California, resulting in the death of one individual and injuries to 32 others.
The incident involved a tour bus carrying 63 passengers and a stationary Nissan Pathfinder SUV.
According to the California Highway Patrol (CHP), the Nissan SUV had become disabled in the westbound lanes of the freeway for reasons yet to be determined.
The tour bus, unable to avoid the stalled vehicle, collided with it, causing the SUV to burst into flames and trapping the sole occupant inside. Tragically, the driver of the SUV was pronounced dead at the scene.
The force of the impact caused the tour bus to veer across multiple lanes before coming to rest against a guardrail on the right shoulder of the freeway. While the bus did not catch fire, 32 passengers sustained injuries ranging from minor to critical. Two individuals were reported to be in critical condition and were transported to local hospitals for treatment.
Emergency responders from the Los Angeles County Fire Department arrived promptly, managing the chaotic scene and providing necessary medical assistance. The westbound lanes of State Route 60 were temporarily closed between Azusa Avenue and Hacienda Boulevard to facilitate the investigation and cleanup efforts.
The tour bus was en route from Indio to Koreatown in Los Angeles. The driver of the bus has been identified as Sui Sheng Du.
Authorities have stated that neither drugs nor alcohol appear to have been factors in the crash. The exact cause of the SUV’s breakdown remains under investigation. The CHP is urging anyone with information about the incident to come forward as they continue to piece together the events leading up to this tragic accident.
This incident serves as a somber reminder of the unpredictable nature of road travel and the importance of vehicle maintenance and awareness. Our thoughts are with the victims and their families during this difficult time.
The incident involved a tour bus carrying 63 passengers and a stationary Nissan Pathfinder SUV.
According to the California Highway Patrol (CHP), the Nissan SUV had become disabled in the westbound lanes of the freeway for reasons yet to be determined.
The tour bus, unable to avoid the stalled vehicle, collided with it, causing the SUV to burst into flames and trapping the sole occupant inside. Tragically, the driver of the SUV was pronounced dead at the scene.
The force of the impact caused the tour bus to veer across multiple lanes before coming to rest against a guardrail on the right shoulder of the freeway. While the bus did not catch fire, 32 passengers sustained injuries ranging from minor to critical. Two individuals were reported to be in critical condition and were transported to local hospitals for treatment.
Emergency responders from the Los Angeles County Fire Department arrived promptly, managing the chaotic scene and providing necessary medical assistance. The westbound lanes of State Route 60 were temporarily closed between Azusa Avenue and Hacienda Boulevard to facilitate the investigation and cleanup efforts.
The tour bus was en route from Indio to Koreatown in Los Angeles. The driver of the bus has been identified as Sui Sheng Du.
Authorities have stated that neither drugs nor alcohol appear to have been factors in the crash. The exact cause of the SUV’s breakdown remains under investigation. The CHP is urging anyone with information about the incident to come forward as they continue to piece together the events leading up to this tragic accident.
This incident serves as a somber reminder of the unpredictable nature of road travel and the importance of vehicle maintenance and awareness. Our thoughts are with the victims and their families during this difficult time.