Beloved superstar has died this morning in a tragic car accident

A football prospect for the NFL who died in a car accident on Saturday morning wrote a sad last post just hours before he died.

Police say a speeding car killed 24-year-old Khyree Jackson and two of his friends. Jackson was picked up by the Minnesota Vikings in the NFL draft not long ago.

Police confirmed early Saturday morning that Jackson, the cornerback, and Hazel, the driver, were both pronounced dead at the scene. Hazel was Jackson’s high school teammate.

Anthony Lytton Jr., a fellow passenger and teammate, was rushed to the hospital but later pronounced dead as well.

On Friday, Jackson posted a 10-slide Instagram carousel with pictures from his life, including ones of him at Vikings practice, along with the message “Mmmhmmm.”

Jackson also posted pictures of himself smiling on a beach with two parrots, flexing with a lizard, and taking selfies in front of a mirror to show off his stylish clothes.

In a picture in the post comparing “dreamers” and “doers,” a group of people labeled as “dreamers” watch a man labeled as a “doer” surf a huge wave.

Jackson really was a “doer.”

TMZ said that the football star started college at Fort Scott Community College after graduating from Dr. Henry Wise Jr. High School. He worked his way up and went on to play for the Oregon Ducks and the Alabama Crimson Tide.

Oregon Live said that Jackson’s best season so far was 2023, which made him the best cornerback for the Ducks.

They picked the cornerback, who is 24 years old, in the fourth round of the 2024 NFL draft.

“The news of Khyree Jackson’s death after an overnight car accident breaks our hearts,” the Vikings said in a statement.

“The Minnesota Vikings have talked to Khyree’s family and offered their support while we look into the matter further.”

“We have also communicated the news to Vikings players, coaches and staff and have offered counseling for those who need emotional support.”

“Our hearts go out to Khyree’s family, friends, teammates, coaches, and all the other people who died in this terrible accident.”

Jackson had “contagious energy” that made the other players want to play.

“The news of this breaks my heart.” “Khyree’s energy spread through our building and team,” O’Connell said in a statement.

“His teammates liked him right away because he was sure of himself and had a great personality.” While we were together, it was clear that Khyree was going to become a great professional football player. But what really impressed me was how much he wanted to be the best person he could be for his family and the people around him.

“I don’t know what to say. Khyree’s family, friends, teammates, and coaches are in my thoughts and prayers.

Around 3 a.m. Saturday, Jackson was riding in a Dodge Charger with two former teammates when a fast-moving Infiniti pulled out in front of them.

Police say that after getting hit, the Charger went off the road to the right and hit several tree stumps.

From what the police say, the Infiniti also hit a Chevrolet Impala.

The driver of the Impala, Cori Clingman, and the two people in her car were not hurt. Neither was the driver of the Infiniti.

After the investigation, charges have not yet been made.

Here’s Why I Refused to Take Care of My Mother with Disability– Story of the Day

My mother had a clear favorite her entire life, while I was raised by my grandparents mostly. When she got old and sick, I helped financially but refused to do more than that for a crucial reason.

While most good parents would tell you that they don’t have a favorite, my mother was not ashamed to tell me that my brother, Stanley, was her golden boy. My father walked out of our family because caring for two children became too much.

In the end, my mother blamed me for it. “He wouldn’t have left if I hadn’t gotten pregnant with you,” she told me one day. I was just a child at the time and only wanted my mother’s love.

“But that’s not my fault,” I replied. “I didn’t ask to be born.”

“Don’t talk back to me! I’m the parent, and you’re the kid, so shut up,” she finished. We would have similar conversations through the years whenever she was mad at me. Finally, my mother sent me to live with my paternal grandparents.

They felt so bad that our father had walked away from our lives that they took me in and gave me all the love I never received at home. That’s how I learned that the word family has lots of meanings.

All I heard about my mother and brother over the years was that she helped him with everything. He got into some trouble with the police, and my mother paid all his legal fees. Eventually, she had to sell her house and pay for his apartment.

Stanley was spoiled and couldn’t hold down a job, but my mother coddled him. Meanwhile, my grandparents didn’t have much money, but they gave me everything they could. I had to work to afford my college and my home.

I learned a whole ton of responsibility, and when I graduated, I got a pretty decent job. That’s where I met my husband, Lawrence. We had two daughters whom I cherished equally. When my grandparents got sick, I was there for them until the very end.

They gave me their house, and one of my daughters moved there when she got married. Unfortunately, my husband died shortly after her wedding. She asked me to live with her, but I wanted to stay in our home.

I didn’t hear from my brother or my mother for many years. They didn’t care about me at all, so why should I care about them? But one day, Stanley called. “Hello?” I answered the phone.

“Hey, Brooke. It’s Stanley. How are you?” my brother said through the other line.

“Oh, hey, Stanley. Long time, no speak. I’m fine. How about you?” I replied.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. Listen, I’m calling because Mom broke her hip. I need your help,” Stanley continued.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Is she ok?” I asked.

“She’s fine. It’s just that the hospital bill will be pretty expensive, and I need help paying for it. She’s our mother after all,” he explained.

“Oh, well. Ok. Give me the details, and I’ll send some money,” I told him. My husband and I had accumulated decent savings, so I could afford to send Stanley some money for whatever our mother needed.

“That’s great, Brooke. Thank you. I’ll talk to you later,” Stanley said and hung up. I didn’t feel any obligation to my mother, but I wasn’t heartless. I sent him the money and forgot about it until a week later when my brother called again.

“Hey, Brooke!” Stanley started.

“Hey. How did everything go?” I asked.

“The operation for her hip went well, but the doctor just told me she’s going to need tons of rehab and round-the-clock care. I was wondering when you could come to pick her up?” my brother asked.

“What do you mean pick her up?” I probed, confused.

“I told you. She needs someone to take care of her. I’ve been by her side our whole lives. It’s time you take responsibility, Brooke. I can’t watch her,” Stanley added.

“Excuse me? Responsibility? Mom sent me to live with our grandparents because she hated me, and you were her golden boy. She essentially abandoned me,” I snapped.

“Please. Stop the melodrama. You need to step up because she needs you. She gave you life. You owe her,” Stanley demanded.

“No. I don’t owe her anything. I needed my mother when I was growing up, and she refused. She gave all her love to you, so you will need to figure out something. I gave you money for her hospital bills out of the goodness of my heart, but I won’t be her caretaker,” I told him.

“YOU’RE HORRIBLE, BROOKE! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS? I CAN’T WATCH HER!” Stanley started screaming through the phone.

“Honestly, I don’t care, Stanley. You don’t get to call me horrible. I was a kid when she abandoned me, and my grandparents became my REAL PARENTS. Don’t call me again!” I finished and hung up the call.

Stanley tried calling, texting, e-mailing, and more for several days, but I blocked him. He also tried contacting my daughters, but they refused to listen to him. They knew my history with that side of the family.

Of course, Stanley and my mother bad-mouthed me to anyone who would listen. I have been severely judged for my decision, but I didn’t listen to their criticism. After all, no one ever judged my mother for what she did to me.

What can we learn from this story?

  1. Caring for your loved ones is important. While Brooke’s choice is controversial, it’s easy to understand her point of view, given her background.
  2. Forgiveness is divine. Sometimes, you have to be the bigger person. Caring for your parents when they’re old is a big duty, both financially and emotionally. Someone has to do it.

Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.

If you enjoyed this story, you might like this one about a mother who left her disabled daughter at an orphanage.

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