PORTLAND Ore. (KPTV) – Multiple people were injured in a seven-car crash on I-5 Tuesday afternoon, Tualatin Valley Fire & Rescue (TVFR) said.

Around 4 p.m., TVFR was called to the Interstate 5 northbound Nyberg Street off-ramp with initial reports that one car was on its top and the driver was trapped.When Tualatin police got to the scene, they reported to firefighters that multiple cars were involved and a second person was trapped in a car on its side.

TVFR helped get the two people trapped in separate cars out by stabilizing the cars with a system of struts and shoring devices. Both people were in critical condition and were taken to hospitals.

The people in four other cars had minor injuries but did not need to be taken to the hospital.

The Oregon State Police will be investigating the cause of the crash.

In a significant demonstration of the federal government’s unwavering commitment to border security, multiple enforcement actions have recently culminated in arrests and convictions across Texas. These operations underscore the administration’s zero-tolerance policy toward unlawful entry and related criminal activities.

Assault on a Border Patrol Agent in Katy, Texas
A routine checkpoint inspection on U.S. Highway 57 near Katy, Texas, escalated into a violent encounter. Kevin Dominguez, a 26-year-old Texas resident,

approached the checkpoint in his sedan. A trained Border Patrol canine signaled the presence of something unusual in the trunk. Upon inspection, agents discovered an individual concealed inside.Instead of complying, Dominguez reversed his vehicle, striking a Border Patrol

agent, and fled the scene, prompting a high-speed chase. Aerial surveillance captured two individuals exiting the vehicle into an open field. One was identified as an undocumented noncitizen from Honduras.

Protests intensify in Los Angeles

The sun hung low on the horizon, casting an orange glow across the sprawling expanse of the highway. Commuters, eager to reach their destinations, filled the lanes, each car a small world unto itself. It was an ordinary evening until, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

A sudden commotion erupted near Exit 72, where the highway widened to accommodate the traffic flowing in and out of the city. Cars came to an abrupt halt, drivers craning their necks to catch a glimpse of what was happening. A massive collision had occurred, the cause of which was still unclear. Vehicles lay scattered across the asphalt, some overturned, others crumpled like discarded toys. Emergency services had been dispatched, their sirens wailing a mournful song as they fought their way through the congested lanes.

Within the chaos, amidst the debris and confusion, one car in particular drew the attention of first responders. It was a sleek, unassuming sedan, its metallic paint gleaming dully under the dimming sky. The car had come to rest at an odd angle, wedged between a guardrail and an abandoned truck. As rescuers approached, they noticed something odd. The car’s windows were tinted an impenetrable black, and there was a palpable sense of unease in the air.

Firefighters carefully pried open the doors, revealing the vehicle’s interior. What they found inside was astonishing. The car was filled with stacks of cash, bundles of currency spilling from every conceivable nook and cranny. It was as if someone had hastily stuffed the car with money and then taken off in a hurry, only to meet disaster on the highway. The discovery sent ripples of shock through the gathered crowd, the scene unfolding like a surreal heist movie.

As the firefighters and police officers worked to secure the scene, whispers spread like wildfire among the onlookers. Who did the money belong to? How had it ended up here, in the middle of a highway pile-up? Speculation ran wild, fueled by the bizarre and unexpected nature of the find.

But the surprises didn’t end there. As investigators delved deeper, they uncovered a hidden compartment beneath the driver’s seat, containing documents and passports from various countries. It was clear that this was not a simple accident, but rather a piece of a larger, more complex puzzle. The car was registered to a shell company, making it difficult to trace back to a legitimate owner.

Authorities quickly cordoned off the area, launching an investigation that promised to be as intricate and tangled as the pile-up itself. News outlets descended on the scene, eager to report on the unfolding drama. The story captivated the public’s imagination, a tantalizing mystery that seemed ripped from the pages of a crime novel.

As night fell, the highway began to clear, but the questions remained. Who was behind the wheel of the enigmatic car, and what had led them to flee with such a vast sum of money? Was it part of an elaborate smuggling operation, or a desperate escape gone wrong? The answers, it seemed, were still out there, waiting to be uncovered.

In the days to come, the investigation would wind through the underbelly of the city, revealing secrets and connections that had long been hidden in the shadows. For now, the highway stood as a silent witness to the chaos and intrigue that had erupted so unexpectedly, a reminder that sometimes the most ordinary of days can take a turn for the extraordinary.

I knew something was off the second the mother sat down beside me with the baby in her arms. Not because of the baby itself—he was quiet at first, just clinging to a threadbare stuffed bear—but because of how she looked. Exhausted, yes, but also… distracted. On edge.

We were barely ten minutes into the flight when the baby started to fuss. He squirmed, eyes wide, clutching that bear like it was the only thing tethering him to Earth. No big deal. Babies cry on planes. I get it.

Not just a wail. A full-body, high-pitched scream like he was terrified of something no one else could see. Passengers started shifting in their seats. The woman across the aisle muttered something about “parenting these days.” The flight attendant came over and asked if everything was okay.

The mom barely responded. She just held the baby tighter, whispering something to him over and over. I leaned slightly closer. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop—I just couldn’t not hear it. Her lips were trembling.

“He knows,” she kept saying. “He knows this isn’t the flight we were supposed to be on.”

That’s when I noticed something. There was no diaper bag. No bottle. Not even a carry-on.

Just her, the baby, and that old teddy bear with a name tag sewn into the back that didn’t match the name on her boarding pass.

And then the baby locked eyes with me, mid-scream…

And stopped. Dead silent. Just staring.

And that’s when the flight attendant came back and said something I’ll never forget:

“Ma’am… the child listed on your ticket is… not an infant. It says here you’re traveling with your son, Leo. He’s eight years old.”

The woman froze. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. I looked around. A few passengers were starting to pay attention, eyes flicking toward us, unsure if this was a misunderstanding or something more serious. She swallowed hard.

“I didn’t… I had to bring him,” she said finally, eyes brimming with tears. “He’s all I had time to save.”

The attendant looked confused. “Save? Ma’am, I need to ask—where is your actual son?”

The woman turned to me, then back to the baby, who was now calmly looking around the cabin as if nothing had happened. She didn’t answer the question. Instead, she reached into the side of the teddy bear and pulled out a folded photograph, old and worn. She handed it to me with shaking hands.

It showed a little boy—maybe eight—standing in front of a small, weathered house, holding the same teddy bear. The boy was smiling, but there was something strange about the photo. The edges were burned. Like it had been rescued from a fire.

“My house caught fire last week,” she said softly. “Middle of the night. I was working a double shift, trying to keep food on the table. Leo was home with his grandmother. They said it was faulty wiring. The fire department told me they didn’t make it out.”

Gasps rippled through the rows nearby. The flight attendant’s expression softened, but she didn’t move. The woman went on.

“When I got there, everything was gone. But in the rubble, I found this bear. Just sitting there, untouched. I held it… and I could feel him. Like he was still there. That night, I heard a cry. I thought I was losing it. But when I turned around, this baby was there. On the couch. Holding the bear.”

Her voice cracked.

“I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t even know whose baby this is. But something in me just knew. This was Leo. He came back to me. Somehow, some way.”

There was a long silence.

The flight attendant gently said, “Ma’am, I still have to report this. There’s a missing child involved. But… we’ll get through the flight first.”

The woman nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I just didn’t want to lose him again.”

We flew in silence for a while. The baby dozed off on her lap, his little chest rising and falling peacefully. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said. It didn’t make sense—but at the same time, something about it did. The way the baby had looked at me earlier. Like he recognized me. Like he remembered something.

I didn’t say anything until we landed. The woman turned to me as we taxied to the gate. “Thank you for not freaking out,” she whispered.

I just nodded. “Do you have someone waiting for you?”

She shook her head. “I bought this ticket with the last money I had. I don’t even know where we’re going to stay. But I couldn’t stay in that house. Not after everything.”

She stood up slowly, balancing the baby against her shoulder. The flight attendant was waiting with two security agents at the front of the cabin. Not in an aggressive way—more like they weren’t sure what they were walking into. The woman took a deep breath and stepped forward.

But just as she reached them, something unexpected happened.

A woman in first class—mid-50s, elegant but warm-looking—stood up and walked toward her. She introduced herself as Carla. She’d overheard part of the story, she said, and… well, she had a spare guesthouse.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Carla said gently, “but I lost my daughter ten years ago. I know grief when I see it. And I know what it means to get a second chance—even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else.”

The mother’s knees buckled a little, and Carla caught her. “You don’t have to believe in miracles,” Carla said. “But sometimes they believe in you.”

It was one of those moments that didn’t feel real until much later.

Security agreed to delay formal questioning until the mother had a place to stay. Carla vouched for her. Offered to help her get legal counsel, medical attention for the baby, even DNA testing if needed.

Over the next few weeks, updates trickled through social media. The baby was healthy. No one had reported a missing child matching his description. The house fire had been ruled accidental, and the remains had confirmed the loss of the grandmother… but not Leo.

And then came the biggest twist.

DNA tests came back… inconclusive. The baby didn’t match any known databases. But he did share a partial maternal match with the woman.

The doctors said it was likely a cousin’s child. Or some odd fluke.

But the mother? She knew.

“I don’t need science to tell me he’s my boy,” she said in a local interview. “He’s got the same sleep face. Same left-dimple. He still hates peas.”

She named him Leo again. Started fresh. And people started helping—a donated crib, a job referral, a lawyer who offered to help her adopt him officially just to be safe.

Carla? She became something like a grandmother to the new Leo. She and the mom built a little life together, repairing each other’s wounds, one small act of kindness at a time.

And me? I think about that flight a lot.

About how grief doesn’t follow rules.

About how sometimes, the universe bends when a heart breaks loudly enough.

And how every now and then, if you’re really lucky, you get to witness something that makes you believe in second chances.

So here’s what I’ve learned:

Don’t assume you understand someone’s story based on a snapshot. You never know what someone had to survive just to be here. And sometimes, the impossible shows up in the form of a tired woman holding a screaming baby and an old teddy bear.

If this story moved you even a little, share it. Maybe someone out there is waiting for a reminder that life can still surprise you—in the best ways.

Have you heard the recent stories about strange objects being left on cars? From water bottles to cash, and even cheese, these tales have sparked concern among drivers. Some claim these items are traps set by kidnappers or traffickers, designed to distract drivers and create an opportunity for abduction.

A viral video showing wires wrapped around car door handles has added to the fear. The caption, “WTF is this a joke? Someone better not get kidnapped,” has left many viewers alarmed. The theory is that removing the wire or string would take time, giving criminals a chance to act. Some even advise that if you find something like this on your car, you should drive to a busy area and seek help.

But before you let fear take over, it’s important to know that these stories are likely just myths. The “wire trick” rumor started in 2015 with a Facebook post. Authorities in the Canadian city where it originated found no evidence of kidnappings linked to this tactic. Anti-trafficking organizations also haven’t reported any cases involving such methods.

The rumor resurfaced in 2019, spreading through states like Texas and Michigan. Experts, including the Director of the Human Trafficking and Social Justice Institute, have called these claims “ridiculous.” Police departments have also debunked the stories, labeling them as urban legends.

In reality, traffickers and criminals are more likely to use digital methods to target victims, often focusing on people they already know. Random tricks like tying strings to car handles are unlikely to be effective. While it’s always good to stay cautious, focusing on real risks and practicing safe habits is a better use of your energy.

A woman was called to what she was told was “the scene of a fatal accident”, the victim being her boyfriend. But her surprise was huge: as soon as she got there she saw the man “rise from the dead” and ask her to marry him.

It all happened in Nigeria where a man filed a completely out-of-print marriage proposal. He was helped by his friends, staged a fatal accident, and then called his girlfriend to the scene.

The woman was shocked and desperate to see the love of her life lying on the ground, motionless and with fake blood all around him.

After a few dramatic moments in which she screamed and mourned her boyfriend, the man got up, smiled, and asked her to marry him.

It took the woman a few moments to recover from the shock, but eventually, she too began to smile and accepted the request.

It turned out to be a Gaboon viper.

I still thank my lucky stars I didn’t linger — had I stayed even a second longer or tried to reach for it out of curiosity, things could’ve taken a deadly turn.

So, what exactly is a Gaboon viper?

The Gaboon viper (Bitis gabonica) is one of the most dangerous snakes in Africa — and the heaviest venomous snake on Earth.

Its natural camouflage is almost supernatural, allowing it to vanish among fallen leaves. You’d never know it was there until it was too late.

Some truly chilling facts:

.Size: Can grow up to 2 meters in length
.Weight: Up to 8 kilograms
.Fangs: A terrifying 5 centimeters — the longest fangs of any snake
.Venom: Potent enough to destroy tissue and cause severe clotting
.Temperament: Typically docile and
.unmoving unless provoked — but if you step on it or get too close, it strikes with deadly precision
.Diet: Eats small mammals and birds, and can even swallow a hedgehog or small antelope whole
Despite its terrifying potential, the Gaboon viper is rarely aggressive toward humans. Most bites happen purely by accident — and when they do, the consequences are severe. Without immediate antivenom, survival is unlikely.

Despite its terrifying potential, the Gaboon viper is rarely aggressive toward humans. Most bites happen purely by accident — and when they do, the consequences are severe. Without immediate antivenom, survival is unlikely.

So when I say that morning could have been my last… I’m not being dramatic. It was a real brush with death — and I’ll never forget how close it came.

Minka Kelly first tried her hand at modelling before deciding to switch to acting after all. She grew up in Los Angeles and always watched her mother’s work. She was an exotic dancer and her father was into rock and roll.

That is, the family was very creative and unusual. When Kelly played a role in the series “Friday Night Lights”, she woke up famous. She revealed herself in this film to 100% and immediately won the love of fans. The actress so deeply got into the role and conveyed all the emotions that no one doubted that the film industry – her true calling. All viewers began to actively follow her career growth, because Minka Kelly entered the top of favourite actresses. After a successful debut, Kelly significantly expanded her portfolio, agreeing to absolutely different roles. In addition, she actively starred in series that were broadcast on television.

The plane landed with a thud, skidding slightly on the rain-slicked runway as the passengers collectively exhaled a sigh of relief. It had been a turbulent flight, with more than a few white knuckles gripping armrests during the descent. The storm outside had made the approach to the airport a harrowing experience, but now, safely on the ground, everyone was eager to disembark and be on their way.

As the aircraft taxied toward the gate, the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, thanking everyone for their patience and cooperation. The cabin erupted into polite applause, a customary gesture of gratitude that seemed intensified after such a bumpy ride. Yet, as the plane came to a stop and the seatbelt sign dinged off, signaling it was safe to stand, a different kind of tension began to creep into the air.

It started subtly, almost imperceptibly, with a distant, wailing siren that seemed to grow louder with each passing second. Passengers exchanged curious glances, some peering out the windows to catch a glimpse of what might be happening outside. The flight attendants, usually quick to unbuckle and prepare for deplaning, hesitated, their eyes darting toward the cockpit as if awaiting further instructions.

Suddenly, the cabin lights flickered, and the intercom sprang to life again, but this time the voice was not the reassuring, calm tones of the captain. Instead, it was the strained, urgent voice of a ground control officer. “Ladies and gentlemen, we need you to remain seated. There is an emergency situation unfolding at the airport. Please stay calm and wait for further instructions.”

A ripple of anxiety passed through the cabin. Passengers who had already begun retrieving bags from the overhead compartments froze, uncertainty written across their faces. The words “emergency situation” echoed ominously in the minds of everyone on board. Was it an accident on the runway? A security threat? The mind raced through possibilities, each more unsettling than the last.

Outside, the storm continued to rage, and through the rain-smeared windows, flashing lights could be seen converging on the tarmac. The sirens, now unmistakably close, created an unsettling symphony with the relentless drumming of the rain against the fuselage.

Minutes felt like hours as the passengers sat in silence, the usual post-flight chatter replaced by whispered speculations and the occasional nervous cough. The flight attendants, trained to maintain a facade of calm, moved down the aisle, reassuring passengers with smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes.

Finally, an update came over the intercom. The captain, sounding notably more serious, addressed the cabin. “We are currently dealing with a potential security threat that has affected the entire airport. Law enforcement is on the scene, and we are prioritizing your safety above all. We ask for your continued cooperation and patience.”

The announcement did little to quell the rising tide of fear. A security threat was a vague yet terrifying concept, one that seemed to magnify with the confines of the airplane. Passengers clutched their phones, some attempting to reach loved ones, others scrolling through news feeds in hopes of finding information.

As the plane remained stationary, the outside world seemed to close in, the rain and darkness creating a cocoon-like effect. In that suspended moment, the realization dawned that landing was not the end of their ordeal but merely the beginning of another, more unpredictable crisis.

The doctors had brought the dog in to say farewell to its owner, but what happened next left everyone stunned. The intelligent animal suddenly began barking loudly and leaped onto the officer’s bed 😱😱.

The room was filled with an eerie silence. The soft glow of the hospital lamps barely lit the man’s face as he lay motionless on the bed. Alex, a police officer who had saved countless lives, now found himself in the hospital. His body remained still, with only the faintest sound of breathing, and the machines beeped with increasing urgency as each minute passed.

The medical team had worked tirelessly to save him, but the injuries were too severe. After countless efforts, one doctor slowly looked down, a somber expression on his face.

“It’s over…” he murmured.

With a heavy heart, the surgeon switched off the monitor. Alex’s heart had stopped.