Former President Carter and wife Rosalynn are shown on a walk in their hometown of Plains, Georgia. (Matt McClain/Washington Post via Getty Images/File)
Former Democratic President Jimmy Carter turned 100 years old on Tuesday, making him the first U.S. president to live for an entire century.
Carter, the 39th president, has been known for several “firsts.” He was the first U.S. president born in a hospital, the first Naval Academy graduate to become president, and the first president to visit Sub-Saharan Africa officially. Now, he holds the record as the first U.S. president to reach 100.
Carter is currently receiving home hospice care in his hometown of Plains, Georgia, where he has lived since his presidency ended in 1981. He has been in hospice care for nearly two years. Sadly, his wife, Rosalynn, passed away last year at the age of 96.
Jill Stuckey, a family friend of the Carters for over 30 years and the superintendent of the Jimmy Carter National Historic Park, said, “It’s funny, President Carter has done so much and usually succeeds at everything. But the one thing he hasn’t been great at is hospice.” She added, “He just keeps living, and we’re so happy about that. So if he’s not good at something, we’re glad it’s hospice.”
When asked what makes Carter different from other presidents who lived to an old age, Stuckey said it was his “tenacity” — his determination and will to keep going.
Jill Stuckey told Fox News Digital that Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter always wanted to live as long as possible and stay healthy so they could help as many people as they could. She said they ate healthy meals, exercised every day, and worked hard to take care of themselves so they could keep helping others. “That’s what President Carter is showing today — that all those efforts really make a difference.”
The White House also put up a birthday message for Carter on the North Lawn to celebrate his 100th birthday.
Jill Stuckey said that celebrations for Carter’s 100th birthday started on Saturday in Plains, when the town held its annual peanut festival. “We celebrate peanut harvest season here in Plains, and it happens around the same time as President Carter’s birthday every year, so we usually celebrate them together,” she said.
Jill Stuckey also mentioned that on Tuesday, for Carter’s birthday, there will be more events in Plains, including a ceremony at Plains High School where 100 new citizens will take the oath. This is special because both Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter went to that school.
After the ceremony, there will be a flyover to honor former President Carter, organized with help from Secretary of the Navy Carlos Del Toro. Later in the afternoon, Plains will hold a ribbon-cutting ceremony for new statues dedicated to the Bill of Rights and the Constitution.
In celebration of Carter’s birthday, volunteers in St. Paul, Minnesota, came together to build 30 new homes over five days. Country music stars Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood were among the participants.
“You’re one of the most influential statesmen in our history,” President Biden said in a video released ahead of Carter’s birthday on Tuesday.
Over the weekend, Grand Ole Opry member and country music legend Charlie McCoy played a special rendition of “Georgia On My Mind” to honor the former president.
Cathie Skoog, a former member of the White House Communications Agency, said, “I remember the first time I saw him, and I was in awe. That feeling has always stayed with me. You can meet presidents all the time, but the first time is always the most special.” She added, “He didn’t care what people thought. He just did what he believed was right for the country.”
During his time as president, Carter focused on protecting the environment, improving human rights, and making the American education system better. He made big changes, like updating the civil service system, opening up the airline industry to more competition, and creating the Energy and Education departments. He also helped make cars safer by requiring both seat belts and airbags.
Carter’s time as president also had its challenges. There was high inflation, an energy crisis, and failed efforts to free American hostages who were held in Iran. His Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, eventually resigned because he disagreed with how the administration handled the hostage situation.
During the Iranian Revolution, oil prices in the U.S. went up sharply. In July 1979, President Carter gave a speech where he said Americans were losing confidence in the country because of rising inflation and the energy crisis.
He said, “The signs of this crisis of spirit are everywhere. For the first time, most Americans think the next five years will be worse than the last. Two-thirds of people don’t even vote. Workers are less productive, and Americans are saving less than people in other Western countries.”
Carter added, “We need to face the truth, and then we can change direction. We must believe in each other, believe we can govern ourselves, and have faith in the future. Restoring that faith is our most important job now.”
My Husband Snuck Out of Our Hotel Room Every Night and Lied About It — One Night, I Secretly Followed Him
I woke up to find my husband slipping out of our hotel room in the dead of night. When I finally gathered the courage to follow him I uncovered a secret that shattered our marriage.
I never thought I’d have a husband who would lie to me.
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David and I had been married for five years. Most of the time, I thought we were happy. We had a nice life, good jobs, and a comfortable home. But there was always something missing.
I wanted children. A real family.
David always dodged the topic. He’d say things like, “Let’s enjoy life a little longer,” or “Kids change everything, you know.” I wasn’t sure if he’d ever be ready.
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But when he suggested a vacation by the ocean, I thought maybe this was his way of reconnecting. A fresh start. A way for us to remember why we fell in love.
“I found the perfect place,” he had said, showing me the hotel online.
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It was beautiful — right on the water, with a private beach and a charming, old-world feel. It wasn’t the first hotel we looked at, though. He had been set on another place at first, but then he saw an ad for this one and changed his mind.
He seemed oddly excited about it. I should have paid attention to that.
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The first night at the hotel felt perfect. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves, the warm glow of the lamps in our cozy room. We had dinner by the water, sipping wine, laughing like we hadn’t in years.
For a moment, I let myself believe this was exactly what we needed. We went to bed early, exhausted from traveling. David fell asleep almost instantly. I curled up beside him, feeling safe.
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Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up.
The room was dark, but something felt… off. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes. Then I heard a soft rustling. The sound of fabric.
David was slipping out of bed. I stayed still, barely breathing.
He moved carefully, trying not to wake me. I heard the faint click of the door unlocking. Then, just like that, he was gone.
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My heart pounded. Where was he going?
I sat up, staring at the closed door. My mind raced with possibilities. Maybe he couldn’t sleep. Maybe he went to get some air. Maybe—
I shook my head. I was half-asleep and overthinking. I lay back down, telling myself it didn’t matter.
The next morning, I watched him closely as he got dressed. He looked… normal. Relaxed. He whistled softly as he buttoned his shirt.
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I decided to ask.
“How did you sleep?” I kept my voice light.
He smiled. “Great! Didn’t wake up once.”
I froze. I studied his face, looking for any sign that he was joking. But he just kept smiling, like nothing had happened.
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A strange feeling settled in my stomach. I almost said something, almost told him I saw him leave. But instead, I forced a smile. “Me too.” And just like that, the lie sat between us.
I didn’t sleep the next night. I lay still, eyes closed, waiting. Every breath David took felt like a countdown to something I didn’t understand yet.
Then, just like before, he moved. Slow. Careful. Quiet.
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I kept my breathing steady, pretending to be asleep. I heard the rustle of fabric as he grabbed his clothes and the soft click of his phone. Then the door unlocked, and he was gone.
I slipped out of bed, my heart pounding. For a second, I hesitated. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe it was nothing. But something deep inside me knew better.
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I stepped into the hallway, my bare feet silent against the cool floor. The dim light cast long shadows, making everything feel eerie. I saw him at the end of the hall.
He wasn’t alone. A woman stood next to him. Slim, blonde, wearing a hotel uniform. The receptionist.
They spoke in hushed voices. Then, before I could process what was happening, she unlocked her car. David got in.
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I took a shaky step forward, but it was too late. The engine started. The tires crunched against the gravel.
And then—
David turned his head. For a split second, our eyes met through the car window. He waved.
Not panicked. Not guilty. Just… a casual little wave. Like he knew I was there. Like he had been expecting me.
Then they were gone. I stood there, frozen. I don’t remember how I got back to the room.
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I sat on the bed, staring at the wall, the sound of the waves crashing outside, and waited. Any minute now, he’d come back. He’d have some stupid excuse. Something ridiculous. Something I could argue against.
But he never did. The hours dragged by, the sky turning from black to gray to soft morning light. Still, no David.
My hands shook as I reached for my phone. I called him. Straight to voicemail. I called again and again. Nothing.
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My chest felt tight, my breath shallow. I wasn’t just confused anymore. I was abandoned.
By morning, I had made up my mind. I needed answers. I threw on my clothes and stormed down to the front desk.
The receptionist wasn’t there. A different woman stood in her place, smiling politely. “Good morning! How can I help you?”
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I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I—” My voice came out hoarse. “I need to speak to the woman who was here last night. The blonde one.”
The receptionist frowned. “Oh… I’m sorry, but she doesn’t work today.”
I clenched my jaw. Of course she didn’t.
“Okay. What about my husband? David. He never came back last night.”
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The woman’s polite smile faded. “Let me check.” She tapped on her computer, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she looked up.
“He checked out early this morning.”
Everything inside me went cold.
I gripped the edge of the counter. “What?”
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“He officially checked out. His name is no longer on the room reservation.”
I stared at her, my pulse hammering in my ears. He was gone. No note. No explanation. Nothing.
Just… gone.
I walked back to the room in a daze. The bed was still unmade from the night before. His suitcase was gone. His toothbrush, his clothes — every trace of him had disappeared.
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I sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands numb. I called his phone again. Still voicemail.
A choked laugh bubbled up in my throat. He had planned this. This wasn’t some spur-of-the-moment decision. He had booked this hotel for a reason. He had waited until I was asleep. He had left knowing I would wake up alone.
I clenched my fists. The sadness hit first. A deep, crushing weight in my chest. Then came the anger.
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How dare he? How could he? I had spent five years loving this man. Five years believing we were building a life together, and he had walked away without a single word.
Months passed.
I moved back to my hometown, carrying the weight of betrayal with me. My mother welcomed me with open arms, filling the house with the warmth I desperately needed. But no matter how much she tried to comfort me, the pain lingered.
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Some nights, I lay awake, replaying everything. The way David had smiled at me that morning. The way he had waved before driving off. The way he had disappeared, as if our five years together meant nothing.
I wanted answers. But I knew I’d never get them.
Then one afternoon, as my mother and I sat in the living room, scrolling through our phones, everything changed.
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“Look at this,” she said, turning her screen toward me. “Doesn’t that place look familiar?”
I frowned. It was an advertisement for a seaside hotel. The same hotel.
And there, in the center of the photo, was her. The blonde receptionist.
I felt my stomach drop. Before I could say anything, my mother gasped. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “I know her.”
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I turned to her, my heart racing. “What?”
“She’s from here,” my mother said, squinting at the screen. “That’s David’s high school sweetheart.”
The room spun.
Memories flooded back — David insisting on changing hotels at the last minute. His excitement when he saw the advertisement. The way he had vanished so easily.
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He had planned this. From the very beginning, he had been orchestrating his escape. I set my phone down, my hands trembling.
I had wasted months grieving a man who had never truly been mine. Time passed. Slowly, I healed. I focused on myself. I rebuilt my life.
And then, one day, I met someone new. His name was Ryan. He was kind, patient, and steady in a way David had never been. He didn’t run. He didn’t hide.
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He loved me the way I had always deserved to be loved. We got married on a quiet spring afternoon.
A year later, I held my newborn twins in my arms, their tiny hands gripping my fingers. I had finally found the happiness I had dreamed of for so long.
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One evening, I watched Ryan play with our children on the beach, their laughter filling the air. The same ocean that had once brought me so much pain now brought me nothing but joy. David was nothing but a memory, and I was finally free.
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