DiMond Chiropractic Center

02/22/2026

Who says cats & dogs do not get along? Boomer & Goose are like 2 peas 🫛 in a pod.

02/21/2026

USS Yorktown. Can you imagine what it was like in battles like this? Thousands of miles from land…..

The deck trembles before the sun even rises.

You’re already awake—no one really sleeps aboard a carrier in wartime—but the gray light creeping over the Pacific feels different this morning. Tighter. Heavier. The air smells of salt, fuel, and hot metal. Below your boots, the steel deck hums with life as engines warm and deck crews move like shadows between the planes. Somewhere overhead, a whistle shrieks. The war has found you.

You stand near the edge of the flight deck, watching the horizon bleed from black to red. The ocean is endless and indifferent, a vast sheet of steel-blue calm that hides everything beneath it. You know the enemy is out there—somewhere beyond that curve of water. Invisible. Waiting.

A line of Dauntless dive bombers crouches behind you, wings folded like patient predators. Their engines cough to life one by one, propellers chopping the morning air into a violent roar. The sound vibrates in your chest. The deck officer’s arm drops—and suddenly the first plane surges forward. It races down the deck, faster and faster, until the sea swallows it. For a heartbeat it seems to fall, then it lifts—climbing into the pale sky.

You feel small watching it go.

Then the lookout shouts.

The first distant flashes appear high above—tiny black specks against the brightening sky. Seconds later, the air-raid siren begins its awful wail, cutting through engine noise and ocean wind alike. Your pulse spikes. The calm Pacific explodes into motion.

“Dive bombers!”

You barely have time to think before the world erupts. Anti-aircraft guns hammer to life, the carrier shuddering with each blast. Shells burst into dark puffs around the incoming planes. The scream of diving aircraft grows louder—an unnatural, tearing howl that seems to rip the sky open.

You drop flat against the deck as a bomb whistles down.

Impact.

The explosion lifts the ship beneath you. Heat slams into your back. Smoke rolls across the deck in choking waves, thick with burning fuel. Men shout. Someone is screaming. Another bomb hits forward—metal shrieks, twisted and torn like paper.

The carrier keeps moving. She has to.

Through the smoke you see sailors dragging a wounded man clear, faces blackened, eyes wide but determined. Fire crews rush forward into the flames as if running toward a storm. The deck is chaos—yet disciplined chaos. Orders are barked, hoses snake across steel, and the guns never stop firing.

Above it all, the sky is a violent swirl of contrails and falling debris. American fighters twist and turn in desperate arcs. Enemy planes fall trailing smoke. The ocean below swallows them without ceremony.

Time stretches and compresses at once. Minutes feel like hours. Then—gradually—the sky begins to empty.

The siren fades.

Smoke still coils into the wind, and the deck is scarred with blackened craters. The air tastes of cordite and salt and something metallic you try not to name. You rise slowly, ears ringing, heart pounding, and look out again at the horizon.

It’s quiet now.

But not peaceful.

Somewhere out there, your own bombers are hunting. Somewhere beyond the curve of the sea, other decks are burning. You don’t know it yet, but history is shifting beneath your feet. The battle will turn the tide of a war, and you are standing on the steel hinge of that moment.

The ocean stretches on—vast, indifferent.

And you wait for what comes next.

02/19/2026

Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of the Christian season of Lent, a 40-day period of prayer, fasting, and repentance leading up to Easter.

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📖 What It Represents

1. Repentance
Ash Wednesday is a call to turn away from sin and return to God. It is a day of reflection and humility.

2. Human Mortality
When ashes are placed on the forehead in the shape of a cross, the minister often says:

“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
This reminds believers of the temporary nature of earthly life.

3. Preparation for Easter
Lent prepares Christians spiritually for the celebration of the resurrection of Jesus at Easter.

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🔥 Why Ashes?

The ashes symbolize:
• Sorrow for sins
• Mourning and humility (a biblical sign of repentance)
• The fleeting nature of life

Traditionally, the ashes are made by burning palm branches from the previous year’s Palm Sunday.

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⛪ Who Observes It?

Ash Wednesday is observed by many Christian traditions, including:
• Roman Catholic Church
• Anglican Communion
• Lutheranism
• Methodism
• Some Reformed and other Protestant churches

(Practices may vary slightly among traditions.)

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🗓️ When Is It?

Ash Wednesday occurs 46 days before Easter (40 fasting days, not counting Sundays).
The date changes each year because it depends on the date of Easter.

02/19/2026

P**s on Canada!🇨🇦

Euthanasia is one of the leading causes of death in Canada. 5 percent of all deaths in the country are from doctor assisted su***de. And many of them are not even terminally ill. People get sick or depressed and Canada just puts them down like stray dogs. It's insane. Pure evil.

02/19/2026

Giving thanks to God every day doesn’t have to be complicated. The key is consistency over length. Here are some simple, easy ways you can build gratitude into your daily routine:

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1. The 60-Second Morning Thank You

Before getting out of bed, say:

“God, thank You for this new day. Thank You for breath in my lungs, strength in my body, and another chance to live with purpose.”

It takes less than a minute but sets the tone for your whole day.

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2. 3 Blessings Practice

Every day, name three specific things you’re thankful for:
• Something small (warm coffee, sunshine, a good night’s sleep)
• Something relational (family, a friend, support)
• Something personal (growth, health, lessons learned)

Specific gratitude deepens faith more than general gratitude.

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3. Gratitude Trigger Habit

Attach thanks to something you already do daily:
• When you wash your hands → “Thank You for health.”
• When you start your car → “Thank You for provision.”
• Before meals → A simple “Thank You for this food.”

Linking gratitude to habits makes it automatic.

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4. One-Line Night Prayer

Before sleep:

“God, thank You for walking with me today — even in the hard parts.”

Even tough days have something to thank Him for.

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5. Keep a Tiny Gratitude Journal

Write one sentence per day:
• “Today I’m thankful for ______.”

That’s it. No pressure for long entries.

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6. Scripture-Based Gratitude (If You Like Structure)

You might reflect on verses like:
• “Give thanks in all circumstances…” — 1 Thessalonians 5:18
• “This is the day the Lord has made…” — Psalm 118:24

Let one verse guide your daily thanks.

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The Simplest Formula

If you remember nothing else, remember this:

Notice → Name → Thank

Notice a blessing.
Name it specifically.
Thank God for it.

Justin

02/18/2026

They shot him until no one could possibly survive, then stripped him of everything and left.

In the jungle near the Laotian border in 1965, Billy Waugh lay bleeding, bullets tearing through his head, legs, and torso. North Vietnamese soldiers passed by, taking his clothes and weapons, abandoning him naked and alone in the undergrowth.

Most men died in such places, but Billy Waugh did not.

Inch by inch, he dragged himself forward, every movement reopening wounds as blood mixed with dirt and leaves. Insects swarmed his skin; breathing and consciousness were agony. Yet he persisted for hours, defying war and medicine to survive.

Doctors later pieced him back together, declaring his fighting days over—he'd earned a quiet life at home. Waugh listened politely, then ignored them.

War had forged him early. Joining the Army in 1948 as a teen, he fought in Korea while others sought normalcy. Post-war, he shunned comfort, joining the Green Berets in the mid-1950s. Special Forces fit his ethos: silent endurance, anonymous success.

By the early 1960s, he was with MACV-SOG, a shadowy unit running covert missions into Laos and Cambodia—deep patrols risking torture or death, with no records or fanfare.

The ambush didn't deter him. Wounded eight times across his career, earning as many Purple Hearts, he always returned. He pioneered high-altitude, low-opening parachute jumps, now standard but then experimental and brutal.

Age eventually ended his military service, but retirement never suited him.

In 1977, he joined the CIA, operating in denied areas for two decades amid fragile regimes and covert conflicts. In the early 1990s, he tracked Osama bin Laden in Sudan, photographing him, mapping routines, and identifying associates—long before the name was infamous. He also aided in capturing Carlos the Jackal in 1994.

No headlines followed; secrecy was the rule.

After September 11, as the U.S. geared for Afghanistan, the CIA formed teams for harsh mountain ops. At 72, Waugh volunteered despite hesitations about his age. Insisting he knew the enemy from prior pursuits, he deployed, hauling gear, sleeping on frozen earth, and matching younger operatives.

From Korea to Vietnam to the War on Terror, one lifetime wasn't enough.

Billy Waugh died in 2023 at 93. No public tally of his deeds exists; much remains classified, missions unnamed, lives saved uncounted. He sought no praise, stopping only when forced, driven by duty.

He embodies the quiet heroes who endure in shadows, accepting incomplete histories. They don't demand remembrance, but deserve it.

God bless this hero.

02/17/2026

02/16/2026

Copyright DiMond Chiropractic Center. I have too much time on my hands. ⚾️ The poem. Not The Gambler obviously. 🙄 🙄

⚾ The Ballplayer (to the tune of The Gambler)

On a warm July evening
In the bleachers up in Pittsburgh,
I met a grizzled ballplayer
With pine tar on his sleeve.
He said, “Son, I’ve seen some heartbreak
From the bullpen to first base,
And if you’re gonna win at baseball,
There’s some wisdom you should heed.”

He said, “The secret to the big leagues
Ain’t just sunflower seeds—
It’s knowing when to swing hard,
And when to let it speed.
’Cause every pitch looks hittable
When you’re dreamin’ of the show,
But a slider in the dirt, my friend,
Is trouble head to toe.”

🎶 Chorus:

You gotta know when to swing ’em,
Know when to take ’em,
Know when to jog to first base slow.
You never count your RBIs
When you’re sittin’ in the dugout,
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the game is done.

Every batter’s got a weakness,
Every pitcher’s got a tell,
Sometimes the hero’s rounding third,
Sometimes you’re ringin’ up the bell.
He said, “Son, don’t fear the strikeout,
Even legends whiff a few—
Just keep your eye upon the ball
And let the bat come through.”

Well, he finished up his Gatorade
And tipped his battered cap,
Said, “The game is like a double play—
It happens just like that.
You can’t steal second standin’,
You can’t argue every call,
And sometimes you just tip your hat
To a fastball on the wall.”

🎶 Chorus:

You gotta know when to swing ’em,
Know when to take ’em,
Know when to lay that bunt down slow.
You never spike your helmet
When the umpire’s bein’ stubborn—
There’ll be time enough for jawin’
When the game is done.

And somewhere in the late innings,
With two outs and bases loaded,
I finally understood the words
That old-timer had quoted.
I worked the count to 3-and-2,
Let the wild one sail on by—
Trotted down to first base
With a wink and satisfied sigh.

’Cause you gotta know when to swing ’em… ⚾🎶

02/14/2026

Valentine’s Day isn’t just about flowers, chocolates, or dinner reservations ❤️

It’s a reminder to pause and appreciate the people who make our lives richer — our spouses, families, friends, patients, coworkers, and even the everyday connections that bring meaning to our days.

At its heart, Valentine’s Day is about love in all its forms:
💗 Kindness
💗 Commitment
💗 Forgiveness
💗 Gratitude

Love isn’t just something we feel — it’s something we show through our actions.

Today is a great day to say “I appreciate you” a little louder and a little more often. 💕

From the DiMond’s to all our, friends, family, & followers, happy Valentines 💘 Day!!

02/13/2026

Trauma is the gate way to freedom. The lesson becomes the blessing 💪

02/07/2026

I have to cancel the card show tomorrow. My mind says yes. My body is saying, “whatca talking about Willis.”