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Yeah but not all areas give that kinda pay. Plus how do you measure the worth in pay comparing it to other jobs ? How much would you say your life is worth knowing that you’re risking it on every single call you get to save people you never have met at all? Complete strangers. Let us all know what other daily job has that sort of daily even hourly putting yourself in harms way to simply save a stranger. Doctors make High 6 figures and never one day worried that they may not make it through a shift. But yet we value first responders lives so lowly that we would even compare them to guys who pick up garbage or sit in some nice office on a computer. I think people don’t really understand till they themselves are in need of someone to come help them. Then that so called average pay that people think is respectable all of a sudden you would be willing to give everything you have if this person would just save your life or a loved one life. Think about that.

This description sounds like a cop who is just trying to do his/her job, which I thank them for and have no objection to. Unfortunately, there seem to be quite a few cops who do not hold themselves to such a standard. Many spouses watch their loved one walk out the door, never knowing if it might be the last time they will see them alive. Yes, cops deserve much more respect than they get, but since their job is to protect and serve they must hold themselves, and be held, to a higher standard than is the general public. Cops, like doctors, sometimes deal with people in the worst possible day/night of their lives. We, the public they protect and serve, should be praying for these men and women, that God will keep them safe and strong as they do their jobs.

Never burn bridges you’re gonna have to cross again!

🔬💡 Researchers have developed a breakthrough "molecular jackhammer" technique that uses near-infrared light to physically destroy cancer cells. This method utilizes specialized dye molecules, known as aminocyanines, which attach to the surface of malignant cells. When exposed to specific frequencies of near-infrared light, these molecules vibrate in a synchronized, high-speed motion—a trillion times per second. This intense mechanical vibration creates tiny tears in the protective cell membranes, causing the cancer cells to rupture and expire. In laboratory settings, this mechanical approach has achieved a 99 percent kill rate, offering a powerful new way to eliminate tumors without relying on traditional chemical interventions. A primary advantage of this "molecular jackhammer" is its ability to bypass the drug resistance that often renders chemotherapy and other pharmaceutical treatments ineffective. Because the destruction is purely mechanical rather than chemical, the cancer cells cannot develop biological defenses against the physical impact. Furthermore, near-infrared light possesses the unique ability to penetrate deep into human tissue without causing damage to healthy cells. This allows for a highly targeted, non-invasive treatment that focuses the destructive energy solely on the tumor site, minimizing the systemic side effects typically associated with toxic therapies. The successful application of these molecular motors represents a significant leap forward in the field of nanomedicine. By moving toward a "mechanical" oncology model, researchers are opening doors to treating cancers in sensitive areas of the body where surgery or high-dose radiation might be too risky. While this technology is currently in the experimental phase, its potential to provide a drug-free, highly efficient alternative to current standards of care is immense.

Baptism costs generally range from $50 to $300+ for registration and preparation classes in Catholic parishes, though many churches treat this as a donation rather than a fee, and none will deny a sacrament due to financial inability. Costs often include administrative fees, pre-baptismal classes for parents/godparents, and a stipend for the priest or deacon. Key Costs and Details: Standard Fees: Typical registration fees for community baptisms are between $60 and $100. Private/Special Fees: Private baptisms or non-parishioner baptisms may cost more, ranging from $200 to $400+. Voluntary Donation: Many churches do not charge a set fee but request a voluntary donation or stipend (honorarium) for the clergy, which is based on the family's means. Extra Costs: Some churches may charge for pre-baptismal classes if they are not included in the registration fee. Common Requirements: Preparation Class: Mandatory for parents and godparents. Documentation: Birth certificate of the child. Godparent Requirements: At least one godparent must be a practicing, confirmed Catholic.

"I have pulled dead, mangled bodies from cars. I have lied to people as they were dying I said vou are going to be fine as I held their hand and watched the life fade out I have held dying babies. Bought Iunch for people who were mentally ill and haven't eaten in a while I have had people try to stab me. Fought with men trying to shoot me I've been attacked by women while I was arrestina their husband who had ust severelv beat them I have held towels on bullet wounds Done CPR when I knew it wouldn't help just to make family members feel better I have torn down doors, fought in drug houses. Chased fugitives through the woods. I have been in high-speed car chases Foot chases across an interstate during rush hour traffic I have been in crashes. Been squeezing the trigger about to kill a man when they came to their senses and stopped. Waded through large angry crowds by myself Drove like a madman to help a fellow officer. Let little kids who don't have much sit in my patrol car and pretend they are a cop for their birthday I have taken a lot of people to jail. Given manv breaks. Praved for people I don't even know. Yes, and at times I have been "violent" when I had to be. I have been kind when 1 could. I admit I have driven to some dark place and cried by myself when I was overwhelmed I have missed Christmas and other holidays more than I wanted to Every cop I know has done all these things and more for lousy pay, exhausting hours, and a short life expectancy We don't want your pity, I don't even ask for your respect. Just let us do our iobs without k*lling uS.

Hi i’m new to this Bible. I’m not new to the Bible but I’m new to this app. I wanna say God bless everyone on here tonight. I will pray that you have a very good night sleep or you have a very good day wherever you’re at in the world remember, thank God for everything you do in this life. I come to this app so I can vent and talk about how I was with God for a long time in my life and then I got lost in the world. The devil had a hold of me for 27 years. I was a drug addict, but today I am clean and sober. I wouldn’t be that way. If God wasn’t in my life I have severe COPD. I don’t have a very good quality of life right now. I don’t breathe too good but I’m still here. I’m still breathing enough to wake up because God says I am worthy to still be here and I think him every day I love my God and I there’s so much more. I need to learn about this Bible and that’s why I’m here so God bless everybody and have a good night or have a good day.

this little dog has been missing for nearly two weeks. please help him. he very tiny because, Brownie is a mini chihuahua. Brownie may have not eaten since he went missing. he is a sweet boy that loves cats and other animals.

On this day in 1876, the first telephone call was made. Inventor Alexander Graham Bell spoke into his experimental device and transmitted a message to his assistant in the next room. “Mr. Watson, come here — I want to see you.” His assistant, Thomas A. Watson, heard the words clearly through the wire. For the first time in history, a human voice had been successfully transmitted electrically and understood at the other end. Bell’s invention worked by converting sound waves into electrical signals. When someone spoke into the telephone, a thin diaphragm vibrated in response to the sound. Those vibrations altered an electric current traveling through a wire, carrying the pattern of the voice to another device. At the receiving end, a similar diaphragm converted the electrical signals back into sound waves, recreating the original voice. Until then, long-distance communication depended largely on the telegraph, which could only send coded messages using dots and dashes. Bell’s telephone changed that by allowing people to send the human voice itself. Remarkably, the first successful call happened only days after Bell filed his famous telephone patent. Within just a few years, telephone networks began spreading rapidly across cities and countries. Today, billions of calls travel instantly through digital networks, fiber optics, and satellites around the world. But the modern communication age began with a voice traveling just a few feet through a wire. “Mr. Watson, come here — I want to see you.”

I’m a Christian. Not the polished kind with spotless testimonies and filtered faith. The kind who’s bled into the carpet at 3 a.m., throat raw from asking why, palms scarred from gripping grace like a lifeline that keeps slipping. I’ve cursed the silence until my voice cracked like dry earth. I’ve stood at the grave of every promise I thought was mine and felt the wind answer instead of God. Yet every time I’ve fallen — into the same pit, the same sin, the same doubt — the cross has never moved. It waits. Scarred hands open. No lecture. No ledger. Just “Come.” My Jesus is not gentle in the way people want. He is the storm that calms storms, the lion that lies down as lamb, the fire that burns away everything I thought defined me. He met me in the ash heap, not the sanctuary, and said my brokenness was not disqualification — it was the only invitation He ever needed. I still wrestle. Still sin. Still wake with shadows whispering I’m too far gone. But the tomb stays empty. The stone stays rolled. Mercy still runs faster than my shame. If your soul is scorched earth tonight — addicted, angry, numb, terrified — hear this: You are not beyond reach. The cross was planted in worse soil than yours and still became the tree of life. I’m a Christian. Wrecked. Wrestling. Held anyway. Because love with nails refuses to let go.