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[nizi-bhandari]

Nizi Bhandari’s Philanthropic Works Leave Lasting Impacts

When most people think of philanthropy, they think of donating money to charity. However, there are many other ways to give back to the community. Nizi Bhandari’s philanthropic works are a perfect example of this.

He has dedicated his life to helping others through his charitable works. His work has had a lasting impact on the people he has helped.

Who Is Nizi Bhandari?

Nizi Bhandari is also known for his dedication to social work. He has been helping others, which provides food, shelter, and education to those in need. His story is an inspiration to us all!

A Foundation That Changes the Life of Many People

The Nizi & Ruchi started their foundation with a mission to bring change and make an impact. Through their foundation, they’re bringing aid and assistance to far-reaching corners of the Philippines – Davao, Batangas, and Bacolod.

The foundation has helped millions of people by providing food, shelter, education, and medical assistance. They have also provided grants to small businesses so that they can grow and create more opportunities for their communities.

Nizi Bhandari’s Philanthropic Works in the Philippines

Nizi Bhandari has done a lot to help out those in need. He has funded initiatives such as:

1 – Distributing Goodies in the Philippines

Selected recipients in the Sitio Pulang Pantad, Brgy. Badas, Mati City, Davao Oriental, was chosen to receive donations from the Nizi & Ruchi Foundation. They were given gift packages filled with items such as food and school supplies.

2 – Donating School Products as Nizi Bhandari’s Philanthropic Works

In some remote areas in Batangas City, the Foundation donated paper products such as notebooks and colouring books to help the children learn better. This was done in collaboration with other local organizations.

3 – Helping Small Businesses Grow

Mr. Nizi has also been committed to helping small businesses grow. He has provided grants and assistance to entrepreneurs so that they can build their businesses and make a living. Especially during the pandemic, the Foundation has been helping small businesses and entrepreneurs to keep running.

But, with the help of the grant, she was able to open her store and start selling her products again. This has also allowed her to provide for herself and her family.

These are just a few examples of how Nizi Bhandari is changing lives and communities through philanthropic works. His commitment to social work and dedication to improving the lives of those in need is an example for us all!

The Lasting Impact of Nizi Bhandari’s Philanthropic Works

Nizi Bhandari is an example of a true philanthropist. He is an inspiration for many, showing us that no matter how great or small our contributions may be, we can all make a positive impact on society. With his dedication to social work, he also has left a lasting impact on the people and communities he has helped.

Through their foundation, they have been instrumental in providing aid to those who need it most and helping them become self-reliant. His generosity and hard work have improved the lives of many people and will continue to do so for years to come.

Nizi Bhandari’s dedication to making a difference in society is an inspiration for us all. To make positive changes in our own lives and society.

The power of philanthropy is immense, and it’s also something we can all strive to emulate in our own lives. Our collective effort can make the world a better place for everyone.

Together, we can make a positive change in our society and work towards the betterment of humanity!

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Anne Morgan (daughter of J.P.) speaks at a meeting of the American Women's Association at her townhouse in Sutton Place, November 3, 1927. The AWA, which Morgan helped found, was a social club where working women could develop leadership skills and network. She was also, among other things, a union activist who actively supported striking female workers in the city's garment industry. In 1915 she established a help organization on the French front, including a health service that still exists today.

Photo: Associated Press

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I wish I was not an unintelligent manchild.

[tealfruit]

the idea of Willy Wonka being the Elon Musk of candy is the exact missing link I needed to truly understand that character

[leveragecreditrecovery]

Building Bridges to Financial Empowerment: A Call to Read and Engage

Dear Community of Changemakers,

I am thrilled to share my latest article, Welcome to Yonkers Young Entrepreneurs: Building Bridges to Financial Empowerment.

https://open.substack.com/pub/tyroneglover/p/welcome-to-yonkers-young-entrepreneurs?r=1rkcyh&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

This is not just another piece of writing; it is a bold and transformative call to action that highlights the untapped potential of youth in marginalized communities and the power of financial literacy to ignite change.

Why You Should Read This Article:

1. A Vision for Impact: The article outlines a clear, actionable framework to empower communities through education, mentorship, and financial literacy. It’s a roadmap for anyone seeking to contribute meaningfully to breaking cycles of poverty and fostering generational wealth.

2. A Shared Mission: As philanthropists, donors, nonprofit organizations, educators, and advocates, your work is already aligned with the themes explored. This article amplifies that alignment, offering insights on how collective efforts can create lasting change.

3. The Stakes Are High: With economic disparities widening, the time to act is now. By building bridges to financial empowerment, we can unlock the potential of youth—our greatest asset—who are eager for guidance, opportunities, and a seat at the table.

4. Engaging and Inspiring: The article captures real stories, innovative strategies, and an unwavering belief in the transformative power of collaboration. It’s written to motivate, inspire, and challenge us all to do more.

What You Can Do Next:

• Read and Reflect: Dive into the article to better understand how your contributions are vital to the movement.

• Share Widely: Pass it along to your network, colleagues, and peers who share our vision for an empowered future.

• Join the Conversation: Reach out to explore partnerships, share ideas, or simply lend your voice to this important cause.

Together, we can leverage the tools of financial literacy, entrepreneurship, and mentorship to pave a brighter future for all, particularly for youth of color in marginalized communities. This article is an invitation to be part of something greater than ourselves—a movement toward equity, opportunity, and prosperity.

Thank you for your unwavering commitment to making a difference. I look forward to hearing your thoughts and collaborating to turn ideas into action.

With deepest gratitude and high hopes for the future,

Tyrone Glover

Co-Facilitator Leveraged Financial Literacy Investment Club / Executive Director and President Nonprofit Organizations Yonkers Young Entrepreneurs / CEO Leverage Credit Recovery / NAACP, Economic Development Committee Chair / Advocate / Activist / Honorable Discharged Veteran United States Army

P.S. Every share, every read, and every conversation counts. Let’s build bridges together

[marthashlyn3]

[wizard-mp4]

Bust my ass 'o' clock

[tenth-sentence]

The unusual salary, the curious conditions, the light duties, all pointed to something abnormal, though whether a fad or a plot, or whether the man were a philanthropist or a villain, it was quite beyond my powers to determine.

"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

[goodknifeboy]

I know there are a lot of fanfics about Jason being caught by the Justice League and usually getting bailed out by the batfam, but imagine if it was Brucie Wayne bailing him out:

In the JL interrogation room:

Superman: Alright, Red Hood, who is your supplier helping you move drugs in Star City?

Red Hood, who was undercover investigating a drug ring and got caught in a JL bust and sesnses an opportunity to mess with Batman: Look, I know you guys aren't cops, but can I get at least get one phone call?

Justice league looking skeptical?

Red Hood: You can even monitor it.

Green Arrow: Fine one phone call, but it will be monitored.

Hands Hood a phone

Red Hood: Hey Dad, I got stopped by the Justice League. Could you come bail me out? Really, okay, see you soon. Okay, my Dad said that he would bail me, so could we go over to the teleporters?

Green Arrow: Okay, firstly, we aren't cops, you can't just post bail and get out. Secondly, how would this "Dad" get up here?

Red Hood: You'll see.

Minutes later, Brucie Wayne walks in with a trail of Heroes, trying to explain why he cannot be at the Watchtower.

Superman: Mr. Wayne what are you doing here and how did you get here?

Bruce laying the Brucie persona on thick: Well as one of the Justice League's biggest doners and tech suppliers I have access to the teleporters, as for why I'm here it's to bail out my son. Hi Jaylad!

Red Hood fully expecting Batman: What?

Green Arrow remembering his friend's grief over loosing Jason: Ummmm, Mr. Wayne this is the Red Hood. You know "Bag full of severed heads" Red Hood.

Brucie: Yes, I know he's had some issues with his big feelings, but he's still my sweet little boy.

Superman: And you think that he's your late son Jason Todd?

Brucie: Yes, Batman even confirmed it was him. It turns out that after he died, he was brought back by an organization that planned on using him as a weapon against Batman. But he left them and has been working to improve Crime Alley, I'm so proud of him.

Green Arrow: We caught him in Star City with Drug runners.

Brucie: I'm sure he has a good explanation, don’t you Jaylad?

Red Hood still reeling from Bruce showing up as Brucie and not Batman: I was undercover?

Brucie: See perfectly reasonable, now can I please have my baby boy back? Alfred will be so upset if he's not home for dinner.

Surprisingly, this works , the Justice League is to stunned by this revelation and later confirm this with Batman that yes, the notorious Red Hood is the son of Billionaire, philanthropist airhead Brucie Wayne. Jason, meanwhile, has suffered a huge blow to his cred in the Hero community because of the association with Brucie instead of the Batfam. The bat siblings do not let this go anytime soon.

[sharkspez]

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[drsohinisastri]

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[streetsofdublin]

PEEBLES' BUILDINGS MANOR STREET DUBLIN

Peebles' Buildings is a complex of two tenement buildings located in Stoneybatter. They were built in the late 19th century by the Dublin Artisan Dwellings Company, a private body that was established to provide affordable housing for working-class people

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[ahqkas]

♯ WOMANIZER ( you misunderstand the batboys’ intentions about you ! )

— fem!reader, bruce & dick & jason ( separated ), cursing, i believe in the imperfection of dick grayson, based on this req.!!

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. . . BRUCE WAYNE !

THE PARTY AT WAYNE MANOR WAS ALREADY WELL UNDERWAY, with the gotham’s most privileged citizens mingling in perfect suits and ethereal gowns that sparkled like they held all the stars in the universe. you didn’t really belong here. or at least, that’s what you told yourself as you stood near the edge of the balcony, nursing a glass of champagne and pretending you weren’t keeping an eye on the man who seemed to command attention wherever he went.

bruce wayne. gotham’s billionaire playboy. philanthropist. occasional heartbreaker. you’d known him for a while, though you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends. he had a knack for being charming in a way that left people breathless, and you? you’d seen through it. or at least, you thought you had.

when he’d started showing interest in you—lingering glances, invitations to these kinds of events that were hosted by him, casual but warm conversation—you’d dismissed it with a wave of your hand and a gentle no, thank you. bruce wayne didn’t date women like you. he charmed them, maybe took them to dinner once or twice and to warm the cold side of his bed, and then moved on to the next glittering distraction. that’s what you’d always assumed about him, and it didn’t help that you were acquainted with one of his exes, a woman who had once rolled her eyes and described him as a man who “likes the chase more than the catch.”

so when bruce’s eyes found yours from across the room tonight, you bristled. it was hard not to notice the way his gaze softened when he looked at you, the way his smile seemed smaller, less performative and more genuine, when it was directed your way. but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was all part of his game. was this just bruce wayne being bruce wayne, setting his sights on some pretty bird for the thrill of it? or was there more to it?

as the night went on, the man found his moment. you were standing near the balcony doors, half-hidden from the crowd, when his smooth voice broke through your thoughts.

“enjoying the party?”

you turned to find him standing a little closer than you’d expected, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit, the rich fabric complementing his broad shoulders and easy confidence. he looked effortlessly polished, as always, every detail of his appearance considered, from the subtle sheen of his shoes to the faintest trace of cologne that lingered in the space between you. but tonight, there was something different about him, something in his expression that caught you off guard. his stormy blue eyes, always so guarded, seemed uncharacteristically open, revealing an earnestness that made your breath hitch. and there, just beneath the surface, was a vulnerability he didn’t often let slip, like he was holding his heart out to you, unsure if you’d take it or walk away.

“it’s fine,” you replied, the words carrying a certain amount politeness as you swirled the champagne flute in your hand. the golden bubbles rose to the surface, catching the soft glow of the chandelier overhead. you took a measured sip and the crispness of the drink did little to soothe the edge in your tone. “not really my scene, though.”

he chuckled softly. “i had a feeling you might say that.”

“then why invite me?” The question came out sharper than you intended, but you didn’t back down. you’d spent too much time wondering what exactly a man like bruce wayne wanted from you, and tonight you were in no mood to dance around it.

bruce blinked, clearly caught off guard. “i thought—” he hesitated, the usual composure faltering ever so slightly. “i wanted you here.”

“for what?” you pressed, your voice dipping lower, but it carried the sharpness of a blade meant to cut through his carefully built walls. “to add to the collection? to say you’ve charmed another woman into falling for you?”

the words hung between you, heavy and biting, and you could see the faint flicker of hurt that flashed in his eyes before he masked it. still, you didn’t back down. you’d seen this thing before—the effortless charm, the disarming smiles, the way he made women feel special, if only for a moment. you weren’t going to be another one of those fleeting moments, another name whispered in hushed gossip about gotham’s most privileged golden boy. the weight of your words wasn’t just meant to confront him; it was a shield for yourself, a barrier you put up to keep your heart out of reach of someone who could crush it without even meaning to.

but bruce wayne didn’t flinch. instead, he looked at you with an intensity that made your chest tighten.

“that’s not what this is,” he said quietly with his voice steady but threaded with softness. there was no defensiveness in his tone, no quick quip to deflect or charm his way out of the accusation. he didn’t puff up his chest or offer a rehearsed explanation to save his pride. there was no trace of the man who usually walked through conversations with the ease of someone who always knew the right thing to say.

instead, it was just bruce.

you crossed your arms at your chest, your guard still firmly in place. “forgive me if i find that hard to believe. i know your reputation, and i know you don’t exactly have a track record of . . . consistency.”

the man let out a long sigh, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair and glancing away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts before he let them out for you to hear. when he looked back at you, his expression was different—softer, more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him.

“i know what people think of me. but that’s not who i am with you. you . . . you’re not just some passing interest to me. i don’t know how else to say it, but i care about you. more than i’ve cared about anyone in a long time.”

his words caught you completely off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. you searched his face for any sign of deceit, any trace of the playboy side of him you’d come to associate with him. but all you saw was sincerity. it terrified you as much as it made your heart ache.

“you don’t have to believe me,” he added, his voice quieter now. “but i’ll prove it to you, if you let me.”

the vulnerability in his eyes was so raw, so uncharacteristic of the man you thought you knew, that you couldn’t help but feel a crack form in the wall you’d built around yourself. maybe he really meant it. maybe this wasn’t just a game to him. you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything at all. instead, you let your gaze linger on him for a moment longer, trying to piece together the man in front of you with the one you thought you’d figured out. and for the first time, you wondered if maybe—just maybe—you’d been wrong about bruce wayne.

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

DICK GRAYSON WASN’T USED TO BEING MISJUDGED. sure, people sometimes underestimated him—wrote him off as just another pretty face, a charmer with a disarming smile and nothing deeper behind it—but he always found a way to prove them wrong. except when it came to you.

you, with your sharp wit and guarded heart. you’d known him long enough to see past his dazzling exterior, but you also had your assumptions about him, shaped by things you’d heard and what you thought you’d observed. you’d seen him with kory, with barbara, with women who seemed to flock to him effortlessly. to you, he seemed like someone who loved the chase more than the catch, someone who couldn’t sit still long enough to really, truly care. and that’s where the problem began.

it started with a rumor. one of your friends—a casual acquaintance of dick’s—had mentioned his “reputation” in passing, how he’d always been the heartbreaker of gotham’s streets. you’d smiled politely and brushed it off, but on the inside, your walls had risen. and then there were the times you’d seen him turn on the charm with women at galas or events, the way they seemed to melt under his intense gaze. it didn’t help that you were certain he could have anyone he wanted.

when dick started paying more attention to you, your first instinct was suspicion. he’d never been anything but kind, but now, his kindness seemed . . . targeted. personal. he asked about your day, remembered small details you’d mentioned weeks ago, found ways to cross your path more often than felt coincidental. he’d even shown up at your workplace once with a bag of takeout, claiming he was “just in the neighborhood,” though you were sure that wasn’t true. it was flattering and sweet, sure, but it also made you wary. he’d been like this with others before, hadn’t he?

“let me guess,” you said one day, crossing your arms as he caught up with you after a late-night outing with mutual friends. “you’re just doing this for fun, right? another notch on the great dick grayson belt?”

the words stung more than you expected. they slipped out before you could stop them, a mixture of your own insecurities and the walls you’d carefully constructed around your bleeding heart to protect yourself. dick froze mid-step, his easygoing smile faltering for the first time.

“what?”

“you don’t have to play dumb,” you continued, keeping your tone casual, though the tightness in your chest betrayed you. “i’m not one of those girls who’s going to fall for the charming guy.” you gestured vaguely towards him, your hands betraying your nerves as much as your words. “i mean, i’ve seen it all before. the sweet smile, the compliments that sound so personal but somehow aren’t. you’ve got a whole thing, dick. it’s practically a brand.” shifting your weight, your eyes darted away from his for a second before locking back in. “i’ve seen it with kory. with barbara. probably with whoever else came before or after. you walk in, sweep them off their feet with your ‘i’m just a nice guy with perfect hair and a killer backflip’ act, and then . . . i don’t know. you move on. it’s just what you do, isn’t it?”

the words spilled out faster than you could stop them, a mix of defensive sarcasm and the tiniest sliver of insecurity you hated admitting was there. the way his expression shifted, the way his easygoing demeanor cracked, told you you’d struck deeper than you intended—but you couldn’t back down now. not when your heart was hammering against the bones of your ribs, reminding you of all the reasons you’d kept him at arm’s length.

dick blinked, as if you’d just slapped him. for a moment, he didn’t respond, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t quite figure out what to say. the hurt in his eyes was almost enough to make you regret your words, but you stood firm, heart pounding.

“i . . . wow,” he finally said, running a hand through his dark locks. the tone of his voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it, stripped of the usual warmth and charm that seemed to come so effortlessly to him. his hand lingered at the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the tension there, like he was trying to ground himself. “that’s what you think of me?” he repeated. his blue eyes, normally so lively and teasing, searched yours for some kind of explanation, some hint that you didn’t mean it the way it sounded. but there was no teasing now, no easy smile to smooth over the rough edges of your words.

for once, dick grayson—always so confident, so sure of himself—seemed completely thrown, like you’d hit a nerve he didn’t even know existed.

in truth, the man was head over heels for you. he didn’t know when it had started exactly—maybe it was the first time he heard your real laugh, or when you’d gone out of your way to help a stranger on the street, or the way you always managed to keep up with his fast-paced banter. all he knew was that you were constantly on his mind, and he was trying everything he could think of to show you how much he cared. but clearly, he’d been going about it the wrong way.

“look, i know what people say about me. i know i’ve made mistakes, and yeah, i’ve had relationships that didn’t work out. but that doesn’t mean i’m—that i’m what you think i am.”

“then what are you, dick?” you challenged, your voice sharp even as doubt began to creep in. “because all i see is a guy who’s used to getting what he wants.”

he let out a breath, shaking his head. “i’m a guy who’s trying to show you that you’re important to me. that i care about you more than i’ve cared about anyone in a long time. but apparently, i’ve done a terrible job of that.”

the raw honesty in his voice caught you off guard. for the first time, you saw past the charm and the confidence to the vulnerability beneath. he wasn’t trying to manipulate you or play games—he was laying himself bare, and it terrified you almost as much as it touched you.

“you could have anyone,” you said quietly, your tone softening despite yourself. “why me?”

dick stepped closer, his hands in his pockets, as if he was trying to give you space while still closing the distance between you. “you challenge me. you make me want to be better. and yeah, maybe i’ve had a past, but none of that matters to me anymore.“

in the silence that followed, you felt your walls begin to crack. maybe he wasn’t perfect. maybe he’d made mistakes. but the sincerity in his eyes was impossible to ignore. he wasn’t just saying what he thought you wanted to hear—he was saying what he needed you to know. you allowed yourself to consider the possibility that he was telling the truth.

. . . JASON TODD !

JASON TODD WASN’T A MAN KNOWN FOR BEING SUBTLE, especially when it came to matters of the heart. his past had been a mess, filled with pain, betrayal, and a long string of failed attempts at normalcy. but despite all the scars, despite the weight of the past, there was something about you that made him want to try, that made him want to be someone better, someone worth your time. yet, every time he tried to get closer to you, it felt like you were slipping farther away, as if you saw him as nothing more than just another guy who wanted a quick fling—someone like the men who had come before him, someone who was only interested in getting into your pants.

it frustrated him to no end.

jason knew he wasn’t perfect. hell, he knew he had a lot of baggage, a lot of things that would make most people run in the opposite direction. but you? you didn’t just run. you were cautious, almost skeptical, like you were holding him at arm’s length, convinced he was just another fool who thought he could charm you with a few clever lines and some smooth moves. the way you looked at him sometimes—it wasn’t with the disgust or anger he used to see when people looked at him, but something close. disappointment, maybe. like he was nothing more than a shadow of someone who could be worthy of your time.

the thing that gnawed at him the most was that you didn’t believe him. you didn’t believe that he was different, that he saw something in you beyond the physical. there were days when you’d look at him, laughing at something he said, a playful smile tugging at your lips, and jason would get this flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—you could see him the way he saw you. but then there were the other days. days when you’d pull away, your eyes distant, your words clipped, and it would hit him like a ton of bricks. you were still unconvinced.

it didn’t help that you knew his exes, some of the women from his past who had used him or only wanted him for the same thing you feared he wanted from you. and that only made you more guarded, more unwilling to take the chance on him. to you, it was as if he were just another man who came with a history of bad decisions. and to some extent, maybe you were right, but he wasn’t about to let that be the end of the story.

one night, after patrol, jason found himself sitting at your kitchen table. you were cooking ( his favorite ) , focused on your task, and he leaned back in his chair, watching you with a quiet intensity. he couldn’t help but study you—how you moved, how your eyes flickered over the ingredients, how you chewed on your bottom lip when you concentrated. he adored it all. and it pissed him off that he couldn’t just tell you how he felt without the weight of his past overshadowing it all.

“hey,” he finally spoke up, breaking the silence that had been hanging between you. you didn’t look at him right away, too absorbed in what you were doing, but when you did, it was with a look that said you knew exactly what was coming.

“jason,” you sighed, setting the knife down carefully and wiping your hands on the towel. “we’ve been through this.”

his brows furrowed, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. “been through what?” he asked, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice but failing. “what’s the deal with you?”

you paused, your face softening with an almost sad smile. “what do you mean, what’s the deal with me?” you asked with your voice a mix of amusement and something else—something more guarded. you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you act like i’m just another guy you’re trying to keep at arm’s length,” jason said, vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to. “i get it, alright? i do. i’ve messed up a lot. but i’m not trying to be just some guy who’s after your body. i’m not. i don’t know what else i have to say to make you believe that.”

your eyes softened upon hearing his rant, but there was still hesitation there, that skepticism that had become so familiar in his interactions with you. “jay, you’re a good guy, but . . .” you trailed off, searching for the words. “i’ve seen how things end with people like you. how they use others, and then leave them behind. and i’m not stupid. i can see how you look at me sometimes. it’s the same way you look at everyone else, isn’t it? like they’re just a means to an end.”

jason pushed himself up from his seat, crossing the small space between you in a few long strides. “that’s not how i look at you,” he stood firmly. “i don’t look at you like that at all. yeah, i’ve made mistakes. but i’m not the same guy who was a dickhead in the past, and i’m not the same guy who thought he could just charm his way into getting what he wanted. i care about you.”

you let out a breath, dropping your gaze for a moment, and his heart skipped a beat. there it was—the doubt, the hesitation that had been there for weeks, lingering just beneath the surface. he wasn’t going to let you slip away without trying, not when he knew what he felt. not when it was so clear to him that you were the one person who had somehow gotten through the walls he’d built.

“i’m not asking for anything from you,” he continued, his tone softening as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, lifting your face so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “i’m just asking for the chance to show you. i know you don’t trust me yet. i get that. but please, give me a shot. i’m not just gonna walk away. not this time.”

there was a beat of silence between you two, the air thick with everything unsaid. and for a moment, you just stood there, your eyes locked on his, reading him in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. he was giving you everything in that moment, his heart, his truth, all laid bare in front of you. and for the first time, he wasn’t sure if you would walk away.

but then, something in your eyes shifted. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you sighed, reaching up to gently take his hand from your cheek.

“okay,” you said softly, voice almost a whisper. “okay, jason. i’ll give you a chance.”

jason’s heart fluttered in his chest, and a grin tugged at his lips as he leaned forward to kiss you. he was a man who had always been wary of letting anyone get close, but when it came to you, he would do anything to prove he wasn’t the same man he once was.

and with that, for the first time in a long while, jason allowed himself to hope.

[leveragecreditrecovery]

America’s Financial Wake-Up Call

A Poetic Invitation to Change Your Trajectory

The clock ticks down on a fleeting year, The path ahead calls crystal clear. A turning point, a fateful choice, 2024 — it’s time to raise your voice.

Ten years ago, I came back home, To plant seeds of wisdom where ideas roam. Through shared resolve and communities wide, We’ll rewrite the rules and shift the tide.

This is your moment, your grand debut, A call to action tailored for you. The article awaits, its truth profound, On SubStack’s stage, where insights astound.

“America’s Final Financial Wake-Up Call” Isn’t just a headline — it’s a rallying call. Will you learn to leverage, will you ignite, A brighter future, a wealthier light?

https://open.substack.com/pub/tyroneglover/p/why-you-must-tune-in-americas-financial?r=1rkcyh&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

And as January’s second dawn arrives, A show premieres where ambition thrives.“Leverage Your Score” will light the way, On YouTube and Facebook, don’t delay.

This is your chance, this is your year, To conquer doubt, to shed the fear. Will you pursue financial control, Or let the struggle consume your soul?

Generational wealth or uncertainty’s chain— Which road will you take? The choice is plain. Make time, find time, the power’s yours, To step through opportunity’s open doors.

Together we’ll build, create, inspire, From shared wisdom, we’ll light the fire. So join the movement, don’t stand by —Your future’s waiting; it starts with “Why?”

The year to act is now at hand, A course correction across the land. Will you rise, embrace the call? The decision is yours—will you give it your all?

With gratitude and hope,

Tyrone Glover

Co-Facilitator Leveraged Financial Literacy Club / Executive Director and President Nonprofit Organizations Yonkers Young Entrepreneurs / CEO Leverage Credit Recovery / NAACP, Economic Development Committee Chair / Advocate / Activist / Honorable Discharged Veteran United States Army