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.

My Cheating Husband Told Me I am Hideous And Ugly. I Gave him a Taste of His Own Medicine

I still remember the day vividly. His words cut deeper than any blade ever could. “You should be grateful I stay with you because nobody else could stand looking at that hideous face every day.” His cruel comment replayed in my mind like a broken record. At 67, I knew I wasn’t as young as I once was, but I had always believed in my inner and outer beauty. When I dressed up and put effort into my appearance, I still caught a look or two from strangers. His betrayal and harsh words completely shattered my self-esteem.

I was devastated. This was the man I had loved, the father of our four children, the person I had devoted my life to. How could he be so cruel? For days, I was in a daze, hurt and saddened by his words and actions. But then, a realization hit me. This man didn’t love me anymore. He thought that because we were old, he could do whatever he wanted without consequences.

“Okay, Mister Martin,” I thought to myself. “Let’s play it your way. I will make you regret this.”

The Perfect Facade
For the next three days, I played the role of the perfect wife. I served him his meals on time, cleaned the house meticulously, and even showed him extra respect. The satisfaction on his petty little face was almost unbearable. He thought he had won, that he had put me in my place. Little did he know, I was just setting the stage for what was to come.

Behind the scenes, I was planning my revenge. I spent hours researching and thinking of ways to hit him where it hurt the most. The first step was to gather evidence of his infidelity. With the help of a private investigator, I collected photographs, messages, and even videos of his escapades.

The Day of Reckoning
The very next day after my perfect facade, I executed my plan. It started like any other day. I made him breakfast, kissed him goodbye as he left for work, and waited patiently. When he came home, he was greeted by our children, all four of them. They had no idea what was about to happen, but I needed them there for what was to come next.

I gathered everyone in the living room and handed out envelopes containing the evidence of his infidelity. As they opened them, the room filled with gasps and shocked expressions. Martin’s face turned from confusion to horror as he realized what was happening.

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“Martin, you thought you could humiliate me and get away with it?” I said, my voice steady and strong. “You thought I would just sit back and let you walk all over me? You’re wrong. I’ve had enough.”

I looked at our children, their eyes wide with disbelief. “This man,” I continued, “has betrayed not only me but our entire family. He doesn’t deserve our love or respect.”

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