[Teaser] 양요섭(YANG YOSEOP) 2nd PHOTO BOOK [Somewhere in Time] 💛 #하이라이트# #HIGHLIGHT# #비스트# #BEAST# #양요섭# #YANGYOSEOP# #Somewhere_in_Time#

Have you ever done something for someone — expecting nothing, telling no one — and felt so good that you still remember it years later? When you do a mitzvah, the spark of God inside you touches God Himself. And in that instant you step outside of time. You go above it. That's why the moment never fades — because it was never in time to begin with. Everything else you did that week is gone. That one thing is still burning. The Baal Shem Tov taught something staggering: a soul may descend into this world and live seventy, eighty years — through childhood, marriage, work, illness, joy, loss — for the sake of doing one single act of kindness for one single person. Seventy years. For one moment. Which means the errand you almost didn't run. The call you almost didn't make. The stranger you almost walked past. That may be the reason you were born. I have sat at many bedsides at the end. I have never once heard a person speak about their title, their portfolio, or the year they finally got what they wanted. They speak about the moments they showed up for someone. Those are the only things that make it through the door with you. So don't wait to become a better person. You don't have to be one. You only have to move — once, today, toward someone who needs you. Because somewhere in this world, right now, there is a person waiting for the kindness only you can give them. And your whole life may be the long road you took to reach them.

Somewhere in this country, a young American family is doing everything right. They got married. They saved. They worked overtime, cut expenses, and put money aside every month with one goal in mind: buying their first home and building something lasting for their kids. The average first-time homebuyer in America is now 40 years old, a record high. Home prices relative to income have nearly doubled since 1976. That young family playing by the rules is getting crushed, and Washington has spent years telling them it’s complicated. It’s not complicated. A new Federal Reserve study found that illegal immigration was responsible for 30% of home price growth and 20% of rent growth between 2021 and 2024. Biden flooded this country with millions of illegal aliens, every one of them competed for the same finite housing stock that young family was saving for, and Washington subsidized it the entire time with taxpayer-backed mortgage loans that were never meant for noncitizens. That family deserves better. My Homeownership Eligibility Reform Act restricts taxpayer-backed mortgages to U.S. citizens only, permanently. No future administration can reverse it with the stroke of a pen, and no young American family gets priced out of their dream because Washington decided illegal aliens come first. I’m fighting back.

Twenty five years ago today a 24 year old equities trader tied a red bandana over his face and went back up into a burning tower until it killed him. Welles Crowther worked for Sandler O'Neill on the 104th floor of the South Tower. Nyack, New York. Boston College lacrosse. When he was six his father handed him a red handkerchief and told him to keep it in his back pocket, and he carried one every day after that. Teammates knew him by it. He wore one under his lacrosse helmet. At 16 he joined his father's volunteer fire company in Upper Nyack. By 2001 he had a trader's salary and a trader's future and he had already put in an application to the FDNY, because he wanted out of finance and into a truck. 9:03 a.m. United 175 goes into the South Tower, floors 77 through 85. The 78th floor sky lobby is right in the impact zone, packed with people waiting for express elevators down. Most of them are killed instantly. The ones still alive are lying in the dark in burning jet fuel and collapsed ceiling, and none of them know that one stairwell is still open. Judy Wein, badly injured, hears a voice cutting through it. A young man with a red bandana over his nose and mouth, carrying a fire extinguisher. He puts out flames. He finds the intact stairwell. Then he says, everyone who can stand, stand now. Everyone who can help others, find someone to help. He lifts an injured woman onto his back and carries her down seventeen flights to the 61st floor, where the elevators are still running. Then he turns around and climbs back up to 78. He does it again. Ling Young, burned over most of her body, is led down by the same man in the same bandana, with another injured woman in his arms. He hands them off at 61, points them toward the elevators, and goes back up a third time. Somewhere in all of that he called his mother's voicemail. "Mom, this is Welles. I want you to know that I'm okay." The South Tower fell at 9:59. In March 2002 they found his body in the lobby, intact, lying with FDNY firefighters and the jaws of life. He had gotten all the way down and stayed to work the fire department command post instead of walking out the door. His family knew none of it. Then that May his mother read survivor accounts in the paper describing a man in a red bandana who came out of the smoke on the 78th floor and told them to stand up. She recognized her son from a piece of cloth. At least a dozen people are alive because of him, and the number is usually put at eighteen. In 2006 the FDNY made him an honorary firefighter, something almost no civilian ever receives. He was 24 years old.

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Hope everyone caught up in the situation gets made whole. Genuinely. Worth explaining the architecture though, because "be careful where you put your money" isn't the lesson people think it is. Any card that requires you to pre-load a balance creates a pool that sits there waiting to be spent. Settlement lags, so it sits for days. Whatever can authorize a withdrawal from that pool can reach all of it at once. That's true whether the contract is self-custodial or not. Just in time is a different shape. Nothing is pre-loaded. Funds move at the moment of authorization, for the exact amount of the purchase, then settle. There's no standing balance to drain. That's not a claim that one is safe and one isn't. Every model concentrates trust somewhere and you should know where yours is. The difference is what a failure costs you. Pre-funded fails all at once. JIT fails for one transaction.

Wyoming hanged Tom Horn in 1903 on a machine specifically designed so that no human being would have to feel responsible for killing him. Which, given what Tom Horn did for a living, is about as tidy as history ever gets. He was born in Missouri in 1860 and left home at sixteen. He ended up in Arizona working for the Army as a packer, scout and interpreter under the chief of scouts Al Sieber during the Apache campaigns, and he was with the column that brought Geronimo in. He also won a steer roping championship out there. Years later he wrote an autobiography that inflated most of it considerably, which was standard for the genre. In the early 1890s he worked for the Pinkerton agency out of Denver, running down train robbers. He was extremely good at the tracking part. He was reportedly much less interested in the part where you bring a man in alive. Then he went north to Wyoming and hired on with the big cattle outfits as a stock detective. The job title was a formality. What the cattlemen were paying for was for suspected rustlers to stop existing, and Horn delivered that with a rifle, at long range, frequently from a couple hundred yards, with nobody around to see it. Historians credit him with the 1900 killings of Matt Rash and Isom Dart in Brown's Park and suspect him in several others. The line most often attributed to him is, "Killing men is my specialty. I look on it as a business proposition, and I think I have a corner on the market." Whether he actually said it is argued about. It was his reputation regardless, and he did nothing to discourage it. Then on July 18, 1901, a 14 year old boy named Willie Nickell was shot dead by a gate at Iron Mountain. Willie was big for his age, and he was wearing his father's coat and hat. His father, Kels Nickell, was running sheep in cattle country and was in a poisonous feud with his neighbors. Nearly everyone who has looked at it since has reached the same conclusion, which is that whoever fired thought he was shooting the father. Six months later, a deputy US marshal named Joe LeFors got Horn into an office in Cheyenne to talk about a job in Montana. He got Horn drinking. He flattered him, and let him brag, and kept nudging. Behind a door left open a crack in the next room sat a deputy and a court stenographer named Charles Ohnhaus, writing down every word. Somewhere in that transcript is the sentence, "It was the best shot that I ever made and the dirtiest trick I ever done." That was the case. Everything else the prosecution had was circumstantial. He was tried in an election year, in a state that had finally had enough of cattle barons buying outcomes, and the jury convicted him. Here is the complicated part. Most historians who have gone back through the evidence now believe Tom Horn probably did not kill Willie Nickell. There were other suspects with better motive and better opportunity. The physical case was weak, and the confession was a drunk man performing for a lawman who was steering the conversation. He had certainly killed people. He was very likely hanged for the wrong one. He got out of the jail in August 1903 with a pistol taken off a guard, and then could not figure out how the pistol worked. A man on the street who happened to know that model took him back into custody. So on November 20, 1903, one day short of his 43rd birthday, they walked him out to the gallows in Cheyenne. That gallows had been built by a local architect named James Julian. Julian had come through the Civil War, and he had thought a long time about what it does to a man to be the one personally responsible for killing another. So he engineered the person out of it. The condemned man stood on the trapdoor. His own weight tipped a lever that opened a valve on a water tank. The water ran out of the tank into a pan below, and as it drained the balance shifted, and when enough had run the mechanism pulled the bolt and the floor opened. Nobody pulled a lever. Nobody gave a signal. The man walked onto the platform, started the clock with his own body, and then stood there listening to water run. For Tom Horn it took about 35 seconds. A newspaper of the day described the machine as a device that simply compelled the condemned to commit suicide. Tom Horn had spent his career being the instrument that wealthy men used so that they would never have to be the ones who pulled the trigger. Wyoming killed him with a machine built on exactly the same idea.

🇺🇸 A wild fight, with one man armed with a knife, broke out in the middle of the road somewhere in Kentucky, and everyone at the local bar watched it like it was live entertainment. Times are changing. Writer: Mhedi

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