• May your next six months be better than your last six months in Jesus name Amen
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    May your next six months be better than your last six months in Jesus name Amen #hilightseveryonefollowers
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  • She was drowning.
    And nobody noticed…
    Nobody, except her.

    It was June 2022, at the World Championships in Budapest.
    Anita Álvarez, an American artistic swimmer with Mexican roots, was performing a flawless routine.
    But when her performance ended… she didn’t come up for air.

    She had lost consciousness.
    Her body floated for a few seconds, then began to sink.
    Slowly. All the way to the bottom of the pool.

    The audience didn’t notice. Neither did the judges.
    Everyone was clapping.

    But her coach, Andrea Fuentes, noticed.
    She knew Anita—knew exactly how long it took her to surface.
    She felt in her heart that something was wrong.

    Without thinking twice, she dove in.
    Fully dressed. Shoes and all.

    She swam straight down, grabbed Anita by the waist,
    and brought her back up.
    She saved her life.

    This story left me thinking…

    Who knows you well enough to notice when you’re not okay, even if you’re still smiling?
    Who would dive in for you without hesitation when you no longer have the strength to come up for air?

    And more importantly…

    Would you be that person for someone else?
    Are you present enough in your loved ones’ lives to sense the moment they start to sink?
    Or are you just another spectator, clapping, not realizing that inside, they’re fading?

    In this life, we all need someone who doesn’t just see us—
    but truly notices us.
    Someone who knows when we’re about to give up,
    and has the courage to jump in and save us.
    She was drowning. And nobody noticed… Nobody, except her. It was June 2022, at the World Championships in Budapest. Anita Álvarez, an American artistic swimmer with Mexican roots, was performing a flawless routine. But when her performance ended… she didn’t come up for air. She had lost consciousness. Her body floated for a few seconds, then began to sink. Slowly. All the way to the bottom of the pool. The audience didn’t notice. Neither did the judges. Everyone was clapping. But her coach, Andrea Fuentes, noticed. She knew Anita—knew exactly how long it took her to surface. She felt in her heart that something was wrong. Without thinking twice, she dove in. Fully dressed. Shoes and all. She swam straight down, grabbed Anita by the waist, and brought her back up. She saved her life. This story left me thinking… Who knows you well enough to notice when you’re not okay, even if you’re still smiling? Who would dive in for you without hesitation when you no longer have the strength to come up for air? And more importantly… Would you be that person for someone else? Are you present enough in your loved ones’ lives to sense the moment they start to sink? Or are you just another spectator, clapping, not realizing that inside, they’re fading? In this life, we all need someone who doesn’t just see us— but truly notices us. Someone who knows when we’re about to give up, and has the courage to jump in and save us.
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  • Life has a peculiar way of surprising us. One moment, everything seems to go as planned, while the next moment, an unexpected change hits us from the left field. It is understandable to feel disappointed or frustrated when faced with difficult situations that life throws at us.

    However, by understanding a few inevitable complex rules of life, we can develop resilience and adaptive capacities, not get by and thrive beautifully.

    Hard work, good virtue, discipline, or being in the right do not automatically ensure fair rewards. We were told that hard work begets success. But you can work as hard as you want and still struggle like someone who never did. The complexity of earth creation is beyond human intelligence.

    Life’s circumstances and events can be beyond individual control, regardless of merit. A major health crisis, painful divorce, painful death, all kinds of setbacks, natural disasters, or freak accidents and so forth can unfairly destroy years of labor in a minute.

    It is important that we understand that life is unpredictable and unjustifiable. That is why people question certain things that happen to them as undeserving. This world is intentionally created to evade the intelligence of man,no matter how we tried regarding its complexities. It is deep seated in mystery.

    Your current bad situation doesn't necessarily mean you are a bad person, even though you don't deserve what you are going through. You are only dealing with the way the world is intentionally wired beyond human understanding. The thing is, situation happens when it is time to happen. Your goodness or badness can not stop it. The only break we enjoy is the mercy of God when it pleases Him.

    The difference between your inputs and outcomes highlights life’s fundamental injustice. The world is intentionally created in this fashion to limit our knowledge about certain divine secrets so we have room to think and believe someone who is somewhere is in charge of this earth and what happens to us.

    Everyone is going through monumental difficulties. Bar none. Whether deserving or not. The only solution is to fight your problems with an open mind.

    The world is tough. This time is tougher. Fight back with toughness. Life is quite a journey
    Life has a peculiar way of surprising us. One moment, everything seems to go as planned, while the next moment, an unexpected change hits us from the left field. It is understandable to feel disappointed or frustrated when faced with difficult situations that life throws at us. However, by understanding a few inevitable complex rules of life, we can develop resilience and adaptive capacities, not get by and thrive beautifully. Hard work, good virtue, discipline, or being in the right do not automatically ensure fair rewards. We were told that hard work begets success. But you can work as hard as you want and still struggle like someone who never did. The complexity of earth creation is beyond human intelligence. Life’s circumstances and events can be beyond individual control, regardless of merit. A major health crisis, painful divorce, painful death, all kinds of setbacks, natural disasters, or freak accidents and so forth can unfairly destroy years of labor in a minute. It is important that we understand that life is unpredictable and unjustifiable. That is why people question certain things that happen to them as undeserving. This world is intentionally created to evade the intelligence of man,no matter how we tried regarding its complexities. It is deep seated in mystery. Your current bad situation doesn't necessarily mean you are a bad person, even though you don't deserve what you are going through. You are only dealing with the way the world is intentionally wired beyond human understanding. The thing is, situation happens when it is time to happen. Your goodness or badness can not stop it. The only break we enjoy is the mercy of God when it pleases Him. The difference between your inputs and outcomes highlights life’s fundamental injustice. The world is intentionally created in this fashion to limit our knowledge about certain divine secrets so we have room to think and believe someone who is somewhere is in charge of this earth and what happens to us. Everyone is going through monumental difficulties. Bar none. Whether deserving or not. The only solution is to fight your problems with an open mind. The world is tough. This time is tougher. Fight back with toughness. Life is quite a journey
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  • At a university, a professor asked his students: "If there are four birds on a tree and three of them decided to fly away, how many are left on the tree?"

    Everyone answered, "One."

    They were surprised when one student disagreed and said, "Four birds remain." This caught everyone's attention.

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    The professor asked him: "How so?"

    He replied: "You said they decided to fly, but you didn't say they actually flew. Making a decision doesn't mean taking action."

    And indeed, that was the correct answer.

    This story reflects the lives of some people — they have many slogans and catchy words, and they shine in gatherings and among friends, but in reality, their lives don’t reflect those words.

    Many people talk, but only a few act..!

    Making a (decision) is one thing...

    Taking (action) is something else entirely.
    At a university, a professor asked his students: "If there are four birds on a tree and three of them decided to fly away, how many are left on the tree?" Everyone answered, "One." They were surprised when one student disagreed and said, "Four birds remain." This caught everyone's attention. Follow Boniface ose The professor asked him: "How so?" He replied: "You said they decided to fly, but you didn't say they actually flew. Making a decision doesn't mean taking action." And indeed, that was the correct answer. This story reflects the lives of some people — they have many slogans and catchy words, and they shine in gatherings and among friends, but in reality, their lives don’t reflect those words. Many people talk, but only a few act..! Making a (decision) is one thing... Taking (action) is something else entirely.
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  • Happy Sunday everyone, The Lord will be with you.
    Happy Sunday everyone, The Lord will be with you.
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  • I remember standing there... just outside the church.

    The music had started.

    People were already seated.

    And inside, my brother... was waiting to marry the woman I thought I’d spend my life with.

    My hands were shaking.

    But not from fear.

    From rage.

    See... I had nothing left to lose.

    They’d already taken everything.

    My home.

    My business.

    My future.

    And now... they were walking down the aisle to dance on the grave of what used to be my life.

    So I walked in.

    Straight down the center aisle.

    Past the gasps... the whispers... the stares.

    I looked my brother in the eye.

    Then I turned to her.

    She was dressed in white, like a queen about to ascend her throne.

    And I smiled.

    That kind of smile you give when the final piece of a long, brutal chess game finally clicks into place.

    “You forgot one thing,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

    They froze.

    “You forgot... I always finish what I start.”

    And then... I handed him the small black envelope.

    “Enjoy the honeymoon,” I whispered.

    I turned around... and walked out.

    But the silence behind me?

    That said everything.

    Now... I know what you’re thinking.

    What the hell happened?

    Why would my own brother marry my fiancée?

    Why did I lose everything?

    And what the hell was in that envelope?

    Well... to understand all that...

    You have to go back.

    Back to where it all began.

    Before the betrayal.

    Before the fall.

    Before I learned what family really means.

    And trust me...

    It gets worse before it gets better.

    Way worse.

    It started like all tragedies do...

    With everything going right.

    I had just turned 30.

    My business was finally taking off.

    I ran a boutique renovation company—nothing fancy, but we had loyal clients, steady referrals, and a crew that felt like family.

    I was engaged to the kind of woman you plan your whole future around.

    Her name was Nadia.

    She was smart.

    Gorgeous.

    The kind of presence that could light up a room without even trying.

    We met at a charity event—funny enough, hosted by my younger brother, Marcus.

    He was the “golden boy” of the family.

    The one who never failed.

    The one who got the praise, even when he didn’t deserve it.

    But I didn’t mind back then.

    I thought we were different.

    I worked hard.

    He worked crowds.

    He was charm.

    I was grit.

    Nadia and I had been together for three years when I proposed.

    She said yes with tears in her eyes.

    Everything felt solid.

    Real.

    I was building a house for us—literally.

    It was supposed to be our dream home.

    Custom everything.

    Her design input was everywhere—from the tiles to the walk-in closet she made me stretch the budget for.

    And that? That was fine.

    Because I thought we were building a life.

    But here's the thing about building.

    You can’t always see the cracks right away.

    Sometimes... you don’t even know you’re living inside a structure that’s already collapsing... until the day the whole damn thing comes down on top of you.

    The first crack?

    It was small.

    Barely even noticeable.

    Marcus started showing up more often.

    At first, it made sense—he said he wanted to invest in real estate.

    Asked questions about the renovation business.

    Wanted to “learn.”

    I was flattered, honestly.

    He was the high-flyer—finance, PR, the whole deal.

    For him to take interest in my little company?

    It felt like respect.

    And Nadia?

    She encouraged it.

    She said it was good for us to have more family involved.

    Said Marcus had “great instincts.”

    Said he was “such a people person.”

    I didn’t think anything of it...

    Not yet.

    But looking back?

    That was the first move on a chessboard I didn’t even realize I was standing on.

    Because what came next...

    Was the slow, surgical dismantling of everything I loved.

    It started with a client.

    A simple kitchen remodel in the suburbs.

    The kind of job we’d done a dozen times before.

    Only this time... something felt off.

    The client—Mrs. Greene—called me directly.

    She was upset.

    Said my crew had walked off the job halfway through the week.

    Said she hadn’t seen anyone in days.

    Now, that didn’t make sense.

    We ran a tight schedule.

    My foreman, Luis, was meticulous.

    So I drove down to the site myself.

    And what I found?

    Nothing.

    No crew.

    No tools.

    No materials.

    It looked abandoned.

    So I called Luis.

    Straight to voicemail.

    I called the supplier.

    He told me the last two invoices—both for that site—had been canceled.

    Canceled.

    By someone named... Marcus.

    I felt the air punch out of my lungs.

    Why would Marcus be touching supplier accounts?.... Continue to story on the comment section
    I remember standing there... just outside the church. The music had started. People were already seated. And inside, my brother... was waiting to marry the woman I thought I’d spend my life with. My hands were shaking. But not from fear. From rage. See... I had nothing left to lose. They’d already taken everything. My home. My business. My future. And now... they were walking down the aisle to dance on the grave of what used to be my life. So I walked in. Straight down the center aisle. Past the gasps... the whispers... the stares. I looked my brother in the eye. Then I turned to her. She was dressed in white, like a queen about to ascend her throne. And I smiled. That kind of smile you give when the final piece of a long, brutal chess game finally clicks into place. “You forgot one thing,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. They froze. “You forgot... I always finish what I start.” And then... I handed him the small black envelope. “Enjoy the honeymoon,” I whispered. I turned around... and walked out. But the silence behind me? That said everything. Now... I know what you’re thinking. What the hell happened? Why would my own brother marry my fiancée? Why did I lose everything? And what the hell was in that envelope? Well... to understand all that... You have to go back. Back to where it all began. Before the betrayal. Before the fall. Before I learned what family really means. And trust me... It gets worse before it gets better. Way worse. It started like all tragedies do... With everything going right. I had just turned 30. My business was finally taking off. I ran a boutique renovation company—nothing fancy, but we had loyal clients, steady referrals, and a crew that felt like family. I was engaged to the kind of woman you plan your whole future around. Her name was Nadia. She was smart. Gorgeous. The kind of presence that could light up a room without even trying. We met at a charity event—funny enough, hosted by my younger brother, Marcus. He was the “golden boy” of the family. The one who never failed. The one who got the praise, even when he didn’t deserve it. But I didn’t mind back then. I thought we were different. I worked hard. He worked crowds. He was charm. I was grit. Nadia and I had been together for three years when I proposed. She said yes with tears in her eyes. Everything felt solid. Real. I was building a house for us—literally. It was supposed to be our dream home. Custom everything. Her design input was everywhere—from the tiles to the walk-in closet she made me stretch the budget for. And that? That was fine. Because I thought we were building a life. But here's the thing about building. You can’t always see the cracks right away. Sometimes... you don’t even know you’re living inside a structure that’s already collapsing... until the day the whole damn thing comes down on top of you. The first crack? It was small. Barely even noticeable. Marcus started showing up more often. At first, it made sense—he said he wanted to invest in real estate. Asked questions about the renovation business. Wanted to “learn.” I was flattered, honestly. He was the high-flyer—finance, PR, the whole deal. For him to take interest in my little company? It felt like respect. And Nadia? She encouraged it. She said it was good for us to have more family involved. Said Marcus had “great instincts.” Said he was “such a people person.” I didn’t think anything of it... Not yet. But looking back? That was the first move on a chessboard I didn’t even realize I was standing on. Because what came next... Was the slow, surgical dismantling of everything I loved. It started with a client. A simple kitchen remodel in the suburbs. The kind of job we’d done a dozen times before. Only this time... something felt off. The client—Mrs. Greene—called me directly. She was upset. Said my crew had walked off the job halfway through the week. Said she hadn’t seen anyone in days. Now, that didn’t make sense. We ran a tight schedule. My foreman, Luis, was meticulous. So I drove down to the site myself. And what I found? Nothing. No crew. No tools. No materials. It looked abandoned. So I called Luis. Straight to voicemail. I called the supplier. He told me the last two invoices—both for that site—had been canceled. Canceled. By someone named... Marcus. I felt the air punch out of my lungs. Why would Marcus be touching supplier accounts?.... Continue to story on the comment section
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