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03/15/2025

1971 Green Beret Captain Richard Flaherty stands next to 6'6" Pfc. Nipps.
Richard J. Flaherty due to complications at his birth only grew to 4-Foot-9-inches tall 97-Pounds. Coming from a family of military heroes Richard also wanted to do his part and serve his country.
People laughed at the idea of a man his size in the military and all the branches turned him down. But that didn't deter Richard, he spent the next 3 years writing letters until he finally received a medical waiver. With the waiver the Army allowed him to join... but no one ever believed he would make it through basic training.
His uniforms didn't fit, the equipment was too big, and he was required to carry a back pack during long marches that was almost the same weight as he was. Because of his leg length marching in step with the rest of his company was incredibly difficult but Richard kept up. All the obstacle courses were built for average size men but Richard conquered them all. No rules were ever changed for Richard... Either he would sink or swim.
Richard didn't just make it through basic training he volunteered and become an elite paratrooper, with the 101st Airborne. When he would jump out of planes the instructors would have to strap machine gun parts to his body to help his descent so he wouldn't "float away."
He graduated Officer Candidate School in 1968 as a 2nd Lieutenant and deployed to Vietnam. Within weeks he would lead his platoon in some of the bloodiest battles during the, "Tet Offensive." In that week he was wounded twice by gr***de fragmentation and a grazing bullet wound to the head but as soon as he was patched up he jumped right back into the battle.
After several months of fighting on the front lines many officers would accept assignments in the rear away from the action but not Richard. He would request to be transferred to Echo Company to lead a RECON unit which engaged in dangerous search and destroy missions deep into enemy territory. By the time his first tour in Vietnam was finished, Richard would receive the Silver Star, 2 Bronze Stars with Valor, & 2 Purple Hearts.
If you think that's where Richard's story ends think again. Richard would become an elite Green Beret with the 3rd Special Forces Group and be promoted to Captain. He served with the 46th Company based in Thailand where some of their clandestine missions sent them into Pink Zones "across the fence" fighting Malaysian and Burmese guerrillas.
As incredible as all his accomplishments seem that's just the first half of his life story as his next chapters of undercover operations around the world seem closer to something out of a Tom Clancy book.
Richard had one last surprise when it came to his final wishes. Even though he knew he was qualified for the highest military burial in Arlington National Cemetery he instead chose to be buried in a small anonymous cemetery in W. Virginia so he could be next to the women he loved for eternity.
To learn more about the unbelievable life of America's smallest war hero please check out, "The Giant Killer" Book, Audiobook and Documentary available worldwide.
Flaherty Military Bio:
Special Forces Capt. Richard J. Flaherty AKA The Giant Killer - In December of 1967, was sent to Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Division. He served as a Platoon Leader with companies B, C, and D and as a Recon Platoon Leader with Echo company.
In January of 1969, he returned to CONUS and attended the Special Forces School at Fort Bragg and was then assigned to the 3rd Special Forces Group. Later that year he returned to South East Asia with the 46th Special Forces Company A-110 in Camp Pawai, Lopburi Thailand.
Captain Flaherty earned The Silver Star, 2 Bronze Stars, 2 Purple Hearts, the Air Medal, Gallantry Cross W/Silver Star, Army Commendation Medal, Combat Infantryman’s Badge, 3 Overseas Bars, Sharpshooter Badge W/Rifle Bar, Air Medal, Parachutist Badge, Vietnam Service badge.

03/15/2025

In the last years of his life, John Lennon had become more private, but he still had moments of deep connection with his fans. One particularly touching story happened in 1980, just months before his passing.

A young fan had been waiting outside The Dakota, the New York City apartment building where John and Yoko lived. Unlike many celebrities who avoided interactions with fans, John often took the time to speak with those who waited for him. On this particular day, the fan nervously approached him with an old Beatles record, hoping for an autograph.

Instead of simply signing the album and walking away, John engaged in a heartfelt conversation. He asked the fan about his life, his dreams, and why The Beatles' music was important to him. The young man, overwhelmed with emotion, expressed how much John’s music had changed his life and helped him through difficult times.

John, deeply touched, told him: "Music is there to remind us that we’re not alone. It’s a way of keeping each other company in this crazy world." He then signed the record, posed for a picture, and thanked the fan for his love and support.

This small but powerful moment reflected John’s deep appreciation for the people who had followed his journey. Even after years of fame, he remained down-to-earth, understanding the impact that music—and simple human kindness—could have on someone’s life.

03/15/2025

The pride of cleaning behinds!
Today I heard someone say, "You work cleaning behinds," and it’s definitely not the first time I’ve heard it. I really want to take a moment to celebrate my job and share how proud I am of it. Yes, folks, I’m proud to clean behinds, trim nails, wash hair, dress, shower, feed, and care for people—yes, people—who can’t do it on their own and need a little help. But let’s just sum it up as "cleaning behinds."
I’m getting a bit tired of the negative vibe around this phrase that’s so tied to my profession. It’s clear that not everyone is suited for every job. For instance, I could never work in a role that involves lying, like being a banker or something similar. Yet, that’s seen as a highly respected job, while mine often feels like it’s at the bottom of the ladder. I want to remind everyone that most of us who do this work never expect to be the ones needing someone to “clean behinds”—and I hope you never have to either. But if that day comes, any of my professional colleagues or I will be ready to help you and ensure you have the best quality of life, all while keeping things light and full of care.
Now, I know some might debate what really matters in our jobs as nurses, but please, let’s not use the phrase "cleaning behinds" in a dismissive way. You never know when you might need someone to do it for you, and trust me, you’ll be grateful for the help! 🕊️❤️
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03/15/2025

Remembering American vaudevillian, actor and comedian Samuel Horwitz aka Shemp Howard on his birthday (March 11, 1895 – November 22, 1955), known for his successful solo career as a film and film short comedian, and as one of The Three Stooges.

03/15/2025

André the Giant’s time filming "The Princess Bride" (1987) was one of the few experiences in his life where he felt truly normal. When asked about his favorite part of making the film, he answered instantly: "Nobody looks at me." For once, people weren’t staring in awe or fear because of his grand stature. On set, he called almost everyone director, producers, co-stars, crew "boss," a habit he developed to show respect and soften the way he towered over others.

Born André René Roussimoff in 1946 in France, he displayed signs of gigantism from an early age. By the time he was 12, he stood over 6 feet tall. His size was later diagnosed as acromegaly, a condition caused by excess growth hormone, leading to his immense height and features. At 19, he moved to Paris to pursue wrestling and soon made a name for himself. His fame exploded in Japan, where he finally consulted doctors about his condition. They informed him that those with acromegaly rarely lived past 40. Despite this knowledge, André embraced his life with humor, strength, and resilience.

By the mid-1970s, he had become an international wrestling sensation, traveling worldwide. While visiting Montréal, he was enjoying drinks at a bar when four drunken men began harassing him. After trying to ignore them, he eventually lost patience and chased them outside. In desperation, they scrambled into their car. Without hesitation, André gripped the vehicle and flipped it onto its roof with all four men inside before calmly walking away.

His immense size came with its own set of challenges. In 1965, he received a draft notice for the French army, but there were no uniforms, boots, or even beds that could accommodate him. Traveling was another ordeal he struggled to fit into airplane seats, and hotel beds were never large enough. Theaters, one of his great loves, were off-limits for him. Near the end of his life, he confided in his agent that he had always wanted to see a live stage performance. His agent offered to buy tickets, but André declined, explaining that his presence would block the view for others and he would not fit in the seats.

Despite his imposing presence, he was known for his gentle nature and generosity. Friends recalled his habit of never letting anyone else pay when they dined with him. Arnold Schwarzenegger once attempted to pay for a meal while André was in the bathroom, only to find himself effortlessly lifted and placed back into his seat upon André’s return. His kindness extended beyond friends; he often gave gifts, paid for strangers' meals, and ensured those around him were well taken care of.

His immense strength was legendary. Wrestlers and colleagues shared stories of him casually lifting cars, carrying multiple people at once, and even drinking over a hundred beers in a single sitting. Despite these feats, he longed for a normal life. His later years were marked by increasing health issues due to his condition. When he passed away at 46, his final wish was to be cremated within 48 hours. However, no crematorium in France could accommodate his size, delaying the process.

André the Giant lived a life of extremes unparalleled physicality, global fame, and immense personal struggles. Through it all, he remained humble, treating everyone with kindness and respect, always striving to make those around him feel at ease.

03/15/2025

A couple with their 11 children on Palm Sunday (1954) vs. all the children together in 2013

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03/15/2025

Jessica Tandy and Hume Cronin with their son Christopher, daughter Tandy and Jessica's daughter Susan from a previous marriage. Best known today for their film work, Tandy and Cronin were maybe best known in their day as theatre people, called “the first couple of American stage" by Playbill magazine in 2003.
They were married for 52 years from 1942 until Tandy's death in 1994.

03/15/2025

He just left. Smiling as he walked out the door.

“Say hi to Erin for me” I said.

Jack, my oldest son, is heading to counseling. He’s home from college. He just completed his first semester at Marquette University. I asked if he wanted to check in with Erin our counselor.

“Yeah, of course, Mom.”

Counseling. It saved me. It saved the boys. It saved us as a family.

It gives us a safe space to share our fears, pain and hopes. It has given us tools to communicate, makes us aware of what we are feeling is normal and validated that I was not going crazy in my grief.

It started two days after my husband died. Six years ago a counselor named Doug, a complete stranger, walked into my home and helped me tell the boys their father died by su***de.

This man. Doug had nothing to gain. He had compassion, empathy, wisdom and his professional training to give.

I was desperate. I was terrified.

I had to do something I knew would destroy my children and this man silently gave me the courage to say the words. To be honest. To tell a 9 and 12 year olds how their father died.

When your leg is broken you see a doctor. When your mind is broken why wouldn’t you want to see a trained professional? The unknown? The fear?

It keeps so many away from caring people who can help guide you back to good. Back to peace. Back to loving yourself. Family can’t do that. Friends can’t do that.

Our brain is a tricky thing. When it is filled with fear, anxiety and chaos it can’t be clear. Counseling offers clarity. Offers calm in the storm.

The boys and I left our hometown in Wisconsin a year and a half after my husband died. The memories, the stigma, my depression and grief were swallowing me whole. We needed change.

I was not running away from my old life, I was running to a new life.

We needed peace.

We needed to heal.

I needed quiet.

I looked at a map of the United States and knew I had to find a place with good schools, a beach, four seasons and the energy you feel surrounded by the hustle and bustle of people.

We moved to a town where we knew only one person. I asked two friends from New York where should we move. They both said Fairfield, Connecticut. I gave away most of my possessions, packed up our things and moved one month before my sons started high school and 5th grade.

I gave a speech in my hometown in Wisconsin. I hadn’t been back in two years. The boys and I flew back to Wisconsin and in front of 200 people I told my story.

I shared it all.

I was nervous. I was scared to share. I did it.

I did it to honor how far the boys and I had come. I did it to shed light on su***de and depression.

I did it to honor my husband… his struggles, his pain and his life and love for the boys and me. I did it to raise money for women in need of counseling.

And most importantly I did it for Doug. To show my gratitude and thanks to the stranger who volunteered to walk with me through the darkest, most terrifying moment in my life.

When we arrived at Marquette for orientation, the first table we went to was the counseling center table. I wanted Jack to meet the counselor and know where the center was located on campus.

For himself and for any of his friends who may need it.

College can be stressful and lonely. Anxiety and depression are real and our college kids should not have to silently struggle when help is available.

College campuses offer free tutors. Many offer free counseling as well.

If you have a child in college, do they know where the counseling center is on campus? Have you talked to them about the resources available to them if they are feeling stressed, anxious or depressed?

I know mental health is a difficult topic for some. But we need to talk about it.

Counseling. It saved me. It saved the boys. It saved us as a family. It could save you or someone you know, too.

by Sandra Began

03/15/2025

In 1953, a rare and intimate photograph of Ingrid Bergman was taken at her home in Naples, Italy, where she was pictured sitting with her 11-month-old twin daughters, Isabella and Isotta. The image captures a tender, personal moment that contrasts with the glamorous public persona she was famous for. Ingrid’s full attention is on her children, emphasizing the strong bond between mother and daughters, revealing a nurturing side to the iconic actress that was often hidden behind her celebrity.

At the time, Ingrid was living in Italy with her second husband, renowned director Roberto Rossellini, and their children. The family had distanced themselves from the Hollywood spotlight, allowing Ingrid to embrace a quieter, more private life. This period of her life offered Ingrid the opportunity to focus on her family while still maintaining her career. The twins were growing up in an environment enriched by the cultural and artistic influence of their parents, surrounded by the beauty of Naples and the world of cinema.

This photograph from 1953 offers a rare glimpse into Ingrid Bergman’s life beyond her career achievements. While celebrated for her powerful performances on screen, Ingrid's dedication to her family was just as important. In this candid moment, she is shown as a devoted mother, creating a contrast with the glamorous roles she was known for, offering a personal portrayal of the actress at peace in the comfort of her home.

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Steve McQueen getting a homemade sweet potato pie from a neighborhood lady on the set of Baby the Rain Must Fall 1963

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