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Birthday, Facts, and Joker: 15-3901 1:05 5 Img:14 SP:11.91 PPHFS Mat 256 x 192 ps.zo PE-64 PPNES Nat 320x 240 MP Caters News Agency 17am A boy born with just two percent of his brain has defied doctors' predictions after his brain grew back to 80 percent of the average size. Doctors had told the parents to terminate pregnancy not once but five times. @factsweird Photo courtesy of Caters News Agency greater-than-the-sword: recoveringvictorian: mccarthyites: mindblowingfactz: A boy born with just two percent of his brain has defied doctors’ predictions after his brain grew back to 80 percent of the average size. Doctors had told the parents to terminate pregnancy not once but five times. I saw this before some time ago and it just absolutely fascinated me because there was never any other information provided and the little info that was given was tantalizingly vague. Even with 80% of his brain growing surely he had all kinds of severe issues, right? And even if his brain did grow back he might not have lived very long. So I did a little research on him. Everything happened exactly like it says in the pic- the parents were strongly urged to abort the baby five separate times, and they refused all five times, and he was born with two percent of his brain and he does now have 80% of it. What the blurb doesn’t say is that the little boy’s name is Noah Wall and he’s now a very happy, healthy, six year old boy. Doctors said he would be SEVERELY mentally disabled, unable to see, hear, talk, or even eat. The doctors were wrong. He can do all of these things and more. By age two he was sitting up straight and singing; he can play with legos and computer games, he’s learned how to count, he can hold perfectly normal conversations, and he loves painting. He just recently wrote his name for the first time, and he’s trying very hard to learn how to walk (but that’s still a long way off because he’s mostly paralyzed from the waist down). Most of this probably just seems like boring normalcy, but considering he was born with only 2% of his brain he shouldn’t be able to do ANY of this. The fact that he lived beyond his first birthday is a miracle in and of itself. Noah hasn’t had a brain scan since he was three years old, so no one knows if his brain has grown more since then, but all indications are that he’s developing physically at a normal rate, and he’s developing well enough mentally that his parents recently enrolled him in a local elementary school- not any special education classes, a normal, mainstream school. It’s hard work for the parents, there’s tons of medical appointments, regular surgeries with lengthy recovery times, they had to shuttle Noah to a neurophysics center in Australia to help him learn how to sit upright. But they both agree he’s worth it. This is what his mom Shelly has to say:  “I thank him every night before he goes to bed. I say ‘Noah, thank you for such a lovely day. I’ve loved my day.’ And he’ll say ‘I love you, Mummy. Night night.’” https://nypost.com/2019/02/20/boy-born-without-brain-defies-odds-to-live/ https://www.theepochtimes.com/boy-born-with-2-percent-of-brain-defies-odds-learns-to-count-and-surf_2810231.html https://www.cbc.ca/passionateeye/features/the-boy-born-without-a-brain-is-now-a-practical-joker-who-loves-playing-mar I saw a video on him and his parents awhile back and it’s such a happy story. ^^ Just another invalid deformed beyond hope and destined to be a vegetable who should have been killed in the womb, amirite? This really speaks to cases where people think that killing a baby is “the right thing to do” because of probabilities and likelihoods.

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Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose d until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find on him, he would stand there, getting soake One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly you should probably go to TheMetaPicture.com srsfunny:Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him

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Best Friend, Detroit, and Life: fragilefox: bemymonument: bemymonument: My best friend had a horrible top surgery experience, and his surgeon doesnrsquo;t seem to care. He is raising money to get a second opinion and (hopefully) another surgery to fix what his first surgeon did. Anyone can look at these pictures and realize that is NOT right. So even if you cannot donate, please reblog and share this. My best friend is entirely broken over this and is strongly fighting a deep depression because of it. He deserves happiness, and was so close to finally reaching it before this happened. I want nothing more than for him to love himself when he sees himself, including with his shirt off. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read, share, and/or donate! http://www.gofundme.com/5s6wm6o PLEASE SHARE, it’s not even just about the money. Eli wants to get the word out and possibly prevent this happening to others! [ID: Two pictures of Eli’s chest post-op. The results are not typical for a transgender mastectomy, as there is no masculinization and the shape of the original chest is visible. it is not typical cancer mastectomy or breast reduction results either; the nipple grafts were done directly on top of the incision site, and the sutures were done poorly. there is a great deal of scarring. end ID] here is the text from the gofundme, with spaces added for accessibility: So as most people know I recently got top surgery on March 13th. I have waited my whole life for this surgery and I couldn’t wait to see the final results. I was supposed to get my surgery done with Dr. Doreen Ganos, a transgender specialized surgeon at Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit, MI, she was amazing at what she does and had great results. Sadly two weeks before my actual surgery she ended up passing away. I got passed onto a surgeon who was taking over her patients. I met with him and he had nothing but great things to say, one of which was “my goal is to have minimal scarring for you, so when you are on the beach no one will question your chest”. Any trans guy would jump for joy at that remark so I felt very confident still going through with surgery with him. However, the outcome turned out not what I expect nor have I ever seen before, as pictured. The surgeon chose to not use drains after the procedure, he stated that it was not necessary. He also didn’t leave me with any sort of binding after the surgery other than this sticky tape over my chest, that I had to remove myself at home. And when I removed the tape at home after a week post op, I had never been so let down in my entire life. I had no words, other than “what the hell”. I’m not sure what procedure he was trying to do, but clearly if I was on the beach, certainly I would get questioned with my chest. Since March I have been on antibiotics three times due to having infections. Along with having to get a revision that didn’t really do much other than make my chest flatter(which is nice) but still very deformed, as also pictured. I also have been through multiple shirts due to leaking fluid…which could’ve been avoided had he put drains in. It has come to the point that the best surgery of my life has turned out to be the worst thing to happen to me. My mental health has declined severely, and I have come to conclusion that I need to get a second opinion, along with a new surgery to fix this outcome. Another surgery, taking off time from work again, and more medical bills will be very expensive and I cannot afford it myself. So I am reaching out to the public and hopefully me finally sharing my story may help a little, rather than me hiding the severity of it. Any little donation helps or even reading my story and sharing it, I truly am so thankful in advance for anyone and everyone who comes across this page. edit: the surgeon that did this is Dr. Herman Houin at Henry Ford, Fairlane Dearborn location
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Beautiful, Christmas, and Dude: A school has been handing out donuts with musamic Writing on it!l!! Share if you think this is a discrace!!! <p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154136246479/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154136050152/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154135996344/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154135946082/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154135733464/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154135616382/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154135532394/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154135448732/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154135421174/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154135276472/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154135075914/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154134987587/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154134900929/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154134815572/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154134751879/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154134713047/i-am-your-northern-star" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154134676559/bihispanicconservative" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://i-am-your-northern-star.tumblr.com/post/154134629267/goat-yells-at-everything" class="tumblr_blog">i-am-your-northern-star</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bihispanicconservative.tumblr.com/post/154133494454/goat-yells-at-everything" class="tumblr_blog">bihispanicconservative</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://goat-yells-at-everything.tumblr.com/post/154133239536/eric1833-it-could-be-a-the-ring-of-power" class="tumblr_blog">goat-yells-at-everything</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="https://proudblackconservative.tumblr.com/post/154132890699/eric1833-it-could-be-a-the-ring-of-power" class="tumblr_blog">proudblackconservative</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://eric1833.tumblr.com/post/154132600800/it-could-be-a-the-ring-of-power-reference" class="tumblr_blog">eric1833</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>It could be a The ring of power reference</p></blockquote> <p>It is.</p> </blockquote> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="500" data-orig-width="800"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/99fad5afdc515765e93985a4059a4247/tumblr_inline_ohs8iqs49s1sdp4r1_540.jpg" data-orig-height="500" data-orig-width="800"/></figure></blockquote> <p>&gt;muslamic<br/>Way to go dude</p></blockquote> <p>But first: what the fuck is muslamic.</p></blockquote> <p>the muslam language sweaty</p></blockquote> <p>Is that what the kids are calling it these days?</p></blockquote> <p>Probably, with the reasoning being that Arabic is offensive😂</p></blockquote> <p>Thats on par with people saying people from Mexico speak Mexican..</p><p>In all seriousness though, Arabic is a beautiful language</p></blockquote> <p>Yes, I love the tone it’s spoken with and the particular sounds it has. For example, Ahmed bring pronounced Ahck-med. Truly is a language that just rolls off the tongue.</p></blockquote> <p>Its such a melodic language, unlike english or german. Arabic writing is art in itself, and i wish people would appreciate it more. But they assume all Arabic people (i think thats the correct term?) are muslim, and the must be terrorists. Its sad</p></blockquote> <p>Arabic writing is gorgeous, various strikes like the Chinese language. And yeah, I’ve known some Christmas and Jewish arabs, best people I’ve ever met.</p></blockquote> <p>I hate how they demonise the whole thing. Arabic culture has done so much for the arts and sciences</p></blockquote> <p>Exactly. Can everybody just remember Avicenna, (Ibn Sina), one if the greatest Arab thinkers of all time?</p></blockquote> <p>Nah, they remember plato and aristotle who in part ripped ideas off from the east</p></blockquote> <p>Ahh yes, Plato “tyranny fanboy” and Aristotle “women are just deformed men”</p></blockquote> <p>Yup. God forbid we learn about any great arabic philosophers though</p></blockquote> <p>Even though most if their ideas form our modern values 😑</p></blockquote> <p>Yup. But people are dumb so whatcha gonna do</p></blockquote> <p>Educate em…</p><p>Oh wait, we’ve tried that….<br/>And failed.</p></blockquote> <p>We tried, it turned into a hyperaggressive safe space</p></blockquote> <p>Gotta love the left 😑</p></blockquote> <p>Guys&hellip; this was a joke. It was posted by a joke FB page about Mordor. No one involved with the creation of this meme thinks &ldquo;muslamic&rdquo; is a thing.</p>
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Beautiful, Books, and Children: Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!l" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find he would curl his lanky body around feet in One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time l got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well be liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to Ugly <p>Everyone Was Warned Not To Touch Him</p>

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Ass, Bitch, and Dicks: SO YOU'RE HAVING SOME DIFFICULTY CATCHING THIS FUCKER BECAUSE HIS BITCH ASS WONT STOP RUNNING AWAY EVEN IF HES SLEEPING YOU KNOW WHAT YOU NEED? YOU NEED A MOTHERFUCKING GALLADE AND HOLD ONTO YOUR DICKS CAUSE THIS AIN'T JUST ANY GALLADE, IFYOU WANNA CATCH ROAMING LEGENDARIES YOU NEED TO LEARN SOME BREEDING FIRST THING YOU NEED IS A GARDEVOIR. SO GO CATCH YOURSELF A MOTHERFUCKING GARDEVOIR, OR RALTS/KIRLIA FUCKING WHATEVER WHAT'S IMPORTANT IS THAT SHE IS GOING TO GET FUCKED BY THIS GUY. (SO CATCH YOURSELF A HAUNTER AS WEL THATS RIGHT, ITS BASICALLY JUST SOME FUCKING POKEMON FANFIC. BUT WE'RE NOT JUST MAKING THEM FUCK SO WE CAN FAP TO IT. THISISSERIOUS SHIT MAKE SURE THE HAUNTER/GASTLY IS MALE, AND THE GARDEVOIR IS FEMALE THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR NON-SEKY REASONS: AT LEVEL 8 GASTLY LEARNS A MOVE CALLED MEAN LOOK. BREEDING HIM WITH A GARDEVOIR MEANS HIS BABIES WILL KNOW MEAN LOOK TOO YOU USE MEAN LOOK ON A ROAMING LEGENDARY,AND HIS BITCH ASS AINT GOIN NOWHERE. IF YOUR HAUNTER DOESN'T KNOW MEAN LOOK, RELEARN IT AT THE MOVE RELEARNER ANYWAYS, THROW THESE TWO IN THE DAYCARE WITH EACH OTHER, AND THEY'LL START FUCKING THE OLD PEDOPHILE THAT RUNS THE DAY CARE WILL GIVE YOU AN EGG. INSIDE THAT EGG IS AN EXTREMELY DOPE GALLADE THAT WILL HUNT DOWN AND CAPTURE FOR YOU ALL THE POKEMANS YOU COULD EVER WANT UNFORTUNATELY WHEN HE HATCHES, HE WILL LOOK LIKE THIS TURD OVER HERE IMPORTANT: IF YOUR RALTS IS NOT MALE, THROW IT IN THE BABY PIT LIKE A DEFORMED SPARTAN BABY ONLY MALES CAN BECOME GALLADES OKAY TRAINER, NOW YOUVE GOT SOME LEVEL GRINDING AHEAD OF YOU THE NEXT IMPORTANT MOVE YOUR GALLADE NEEDS TO LEARN IS HYPNOSIS IF YOU THINK PARALYZING A POKEMON IS A GOOD WAY TO CATCH IT. YOU NEED TO LEARN YOUR SHIT, CAUSE SLEEP IS TWICE AS EFFECTIVE AS PARALYSIS AT LEVEL 20, RALTS WILL EVOLVE INTO KIRLIA CONGRATS NOW YOU HAVE A GAY ASS BALERINA AT LEVEL 30, KIRLIA WILL TRY TO EVOLVE INTO GARDEVOIR. DO NOT LET THAT HAPPEN PRESS B ON THAT SHIT KEEP GRINDING UNTIL LEVEL53, AT WHICH POINT KIRLIA WILL LEARN HYPNOSIS AWESOME NOW GIVE THAT BITCH A SHINY STONE. BITCHES LOVE SHINY STONES. WHAT!? KIRLIA IS EVOLVING! CONRGATULATIONS TRAINER, YOU'RE MOMENTS FROM THE GALLADE OF YOUR DREAMS NOW SLAP A FALSE SWIPE TM ON THAT BITCH AND YOU RE ALMOST ROCK HARD. (YOU CAN GET THE TM IN SYCAMORE'S LAB) THE LAST MOVE IS UP TO YOU, BUTITS A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE HIM TAUNT SO HE CAN SHUT DOWN ASSHOLES TRYING TO USE ROAR OR RECOVER HEALTH CONGRATULATIONS TRAINER YOU ARE NOW THE PROUD OWNER OF THE ULTIMATE CATCHING TOOL! SO GO CATCH SOME SHIT P.S. GALLADE IS, SO FAR, THE ONLY POKEMON THAT CAN LEARN ALL FOUR OF THESE MOVES. IF TOU EVEN SAY SMEARGLEI SWEAR TO GOOIWILL COVER YOU IN BUTTER AND RAPE YOU TO DEATH Go catch that f**ker!
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Birthday, Family, and Life: <p><a href="http://rootsrockweirdo.tumblr.com/post/139438332501/pan-american-blues-deford-bailey-grand-ole" class="tumblr_blog">rootsrockweirdo</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><b>“Pan American Blues” // DeFord Bailey // Grand Ole Opry, 1967</b></p><p>Stricken with infantile paralysis at the age of 3, DeFord Bailey was given a harmonica as a means of amusement. The illness wasn’t the first obstacle Bailey had to overcome as a child, but one that would lay the groundwork for becoming the first African-American star of the Grand Ole Opry.<br/>Born Dec. 14, 1899 in Bellwood, Tenn., Bailey overcame polio early in life, though his back would remain deformed and he would never grow taller than 4-foot-10. <br/>His mother died when he was a baby, leaving his father’s sister and her husband to care for the young Bailey. <br/>He spent his young life in rural Tennessee communities near railroads where he composed many of his harmonica tunes. Bailey would become famous for recreating the sounds of rushing locomotives.<br/>During his teenage years he joined his family in Nashville, Tenn., where he would win a French harp contest on WDAD in 1925. Shortly thereafter, Bailey made his first appearance on WSM Radio, despite racial opposition from the station’s director.<br/>Following his WSM appearance, Bailey would become known as the “Harmonica Wizard.” <br/>In 1926, the WSM Barn Dance followed an hour of symphonic music. One evening its programming concluded with a selection by a composer reproducing the sound of a train. <br/>Bailey opened the Barn Dance with his rendition of “Pan American Blues,” which led director George D. Hay to observe, “For the past hour we have been listening to music taken largely from grand opera. From now on we will present ‘The Grand Ole Opry.’”<br/>Bailey toured with Opry stars like Roy Acuff, Uncle Dave Macon and Bill Monroe, though racial segregation caused problems for the traveling musician. <br/>On some occasions, Bailey would pose as a baggage boy for the white performers in order to get into hotels. <br/>In 1928, he recorded “Ice Water Blues” for Victor Records, a session that would be re-released three times due to its popularity. <br/>During his most popular time on the Opry, Bailey was allotted a 25-minute performance on the three hour Opry show, but by 1941 he was finished at the Opry and began a 30-year career shining shoes on Twelfth Avenue. <br/>Bailey’s career was remembered during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement and he made an appearance on a local syndicated blues show, “Night Train.” In 1965, he performed at the Vanderbilt University. He would celebrate his 75th birthday on the Grand Ole Opry, playing several of his old tunes. <br/>Bailey passed away July 2, 1982, at the age of 82. On June 23, 1983, the country music industry celebrated Bailey as the first African-American star of the Grand Ole Opry. <br/></p></blockquote>

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