A doctor was called for an emergency at the hospital and didn’t have anyone to leave her three kids with, but suddenly, she saw the garbageman and got an idea. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she returned home.
“Now? Are you sure Dr. Morris is not available?” I asked Nurse Carey on the phone, although I was already changing my clothes and thinking hard.
“No, Dr. Sanders. Dr. Morris is currently driving across state lines trying to get here. You live close by, so I thought I would call. The interns have no idea what they’re doing. I know it’s your day off, but I didn’t know what else to do. Will you be able to come?” Nurse Carey said, trying not to sound worried, but I knew they needed me.
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I just need to find a babysitter,” I replied and hung up, immediately dialing Vicky, who was the only person who could somewhat handle my three crazy kids.
I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but I used to have my husband, Peter. My rock. He became a stay-at-home dad when the realities of having three children became too much. But he passed away from a sudden heart attack while I was in the middle of another surgery.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be.
Now, I had to constantly find babysitters for the children when unexpected emergencies happened. I couldn’t handle them. I had no patience, and it was silly to think that any babysitter would be able to handle them either. Two babysitters quit after one day of work, and word got around that my kids Johnny, 9, Christie, 7, and Lucy, 3, were menaces.
I mean… they were not wrong. But they didn’t have to put me in this position. Now, only Vicky ever said yes. Usually, I paid through the roof for the local daycare center when I was scheduled regularly at work, but I couldn’t rush them in today. It was already noon on a Friday, and I would feel bad sending them.
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“I’m sorry, Opal. I can’t babysit today. I’m sick and can barely move,” Vicky said when I called. I told her to get some rest and hung up the phone. I hated the staff at the hospital daycare, and they hated me in return. But I was out of ideas. I would have to wrangle with my children and go there.
But suddenly, I heard all the kids yelling, “Uncle Bob! Uncle Bob!”
I sighed. They didn’t have an uncle. The local garbageman was so friendly and sweet that they started calling him uncle as soon as they could speak. I had known him for over ten years, and my kids adored him.
Johnny opened the front door, and all my babies went outside to greet him. I might have to call the hospital, I thought. I was never going to get those kids back into the house to be dressed on time.
But I did smile at the sight of them playing with Bob. My kids had turned into devils when their father died. The therapist said it was normal and would pass, but I wasn’t so sure. I felt like a failure. Like my mothering instincts were faulty or something. I didn’t know what to do.
But as I watched the kids hug and ask Uncle Bob to play, I had an idea. “That’s it,” I told myself and ran to Bob.
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“Bob, I have a crazy request. I know you’re busy. But I was wondering if you would babysit my kids for 25 minutes. I have to check something urgent at the hospital, and I have no one else,” I begged, and my kids looked at me with wide eyes filled with happiness.
“Sure, Dr. Sanders. I can watch them for a while,” he replied, nodding and smiling. My children jumped and cheered.
“They’re more than a handful, though. I’m warning you,” I said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry. You go ahead. Your job is important,” he told me, and I ran off, hoping my house would not be entirely destroyed by the time I returned.
The situation took more than 25 minutes, as Dr. Morris got stuck in traffic, and the patient became even more urgent. I was rushed into an operating room, and I couldn’t get away until three hours later. I felt so bad for Bob, who obviously had his own work to finish.
I drove home as quickly as I could. “Bob! Bob! I’m sorry!” I yelled breathlessly as I opened my door, but I froze.
My entire house… wait, was this my house? It couldn’t be. My house was always littered with toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes smears of peanut butter. I know. Gross. Don’t judge me.
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“Dr. Sanders, how was your surgery? Everything alright?” Bob asked as he appeared from the hallway.
“What happened here? My house… is unrecognizable. And why aren’t the kids screaming and running around?” I asked, so confused and shocked.
“Lucy is napping, and Christie and Johnny are in their rooms, reading,” he told me, and I swear, my jaw hit the floor.
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“No, go see.”
I had to go, and my eyes couldn’t believe it either. But Bob had told me the truth. “How did you do this?”
“Oh, Dr. Sanders. I was a single father raising kids once. Mine were ten times worse than these three angels,” Bob laughed. “I taught them to pick up after themselves and narrated them fairy tales. Your kids ate that up. You might want to buy them more books.”
I nodded, starstruck. No one in my life had ever called my kids “angels,” and they had never been interested in the few books I got. “I can’t believe it,” I whispered.
“It was easy. But now I have to go,” Bob said, picking up his work jacket from the back of a chair.
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“Oh, yes. I’m so sorry about being late. I’m so embarrassed,” I said, touching my forehead. “I’ll pay you triple for that.”
“No. No. I don’t need money,” Bob shook his head, raising his hands.
“Please. For your time,” I insisted with my stern look. People at the hospital were afraid of that look, so I knew Bob would not be able to reject the money.
“Ok, I’ll treat the kids to something nice,” he laughed. “Goodbye, Dr. Sanders. Have a nice day!”
“Thank you!” I yelled out, exhausted.
***
My kids behaved for the rest of the day, and I almost cried. It was the best day ever.
So, I called Bob and offered him a full-time nanny job, tripling his current salary and adding more health benefits since I had connections at the hospital. He accepted in the end, and I was so thankful that I gave him a Christmas bonus and plane tickets to his family could visit Disneyland in California later that year.
18-Year-Old Football Star Chance Gainer Collapses on Field: Heartbreaking Details Unveiled
A high school football game in Florida ended in tragedy when an athlete collapsed during the game and later passed away.
The local community is deeply shocked and saddened by the event. Chance Gainer, an 18-year-old student and standout player from Port St. Joe High School, lost consciousness on the field while playing against Liberty County High School. Despite the quick response from medical staff, he was pronounced dead at a nearby hospital.
Gulf County School Superintendent Jim Norton said that when emergency responders first arrived, Gainer had no pulse. However, they were able to revive him before he was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. Unfortunately, he passed away after arriving at the clinic.
Liberty County Athletic Director Tim Davis, who was there at the time, shared more details about what happened after Gainer was taken away. “We got the news about an hour later that he had passed away. The game had about four minutes left in the fourth quarter, so we decided to finish it. This way, the Port St. Joe coaches could tell the players together,” he said.
Gainer’s death has deeply affected the Port St. Joe community. He was not only known for his impressive athletic skills but also for his kind and quiet nature. Norton described Gainer as an outstanding athlete and person, praising his “world-class speed” and even better personality.
The young athlete, who had a GPA above 4.0, had recently visited Vanderbilt University to explore college options. “This is the most heartbreaking situation,” said Superintendent Jim Norton on Saturday. He also asked everyone to keep Gainer’s parents and loved ones in their thoughts and prayers. On the same day, Port St. Joe High School opened its doors to allow the community to gather and mourn Gainer’s passing. Grief counselors were brought in to help students, staff, and the football team cope with the loss. The upcoming football game against Blountstown, scheduled for next Friday, has been postponed.
Many people had kind words about Gainer. Principal Sissy Godwin described him as “a very sweet young man” whose smile could light up any room. Football coach Tanner Jones called him “feisty” and noted his ability to “determine the outcome of games.” His friend Kolten Johnson remembered the moment he found out about Gainer’s death. He knew “something was wrong” when his mother started crying and told him the news after the game. Johnson said Gainer was “an amazing football player, an amazing friend, a great kid to be around.”
The news spread quickly on social media. The Florida High School Sports Athletic Association extended its condolences to Gainer’s family, friends, and the Port St. Joe community. One user wrote, “No mother should have to bury their child. I’m sending my deepest condolences and prayers to his family. Rest well, Chance Gainer.” Others also expressed their sadness and concerns. One person added, “It is heartbreaking. The safety of young athletes should be our primary concern in sports. The recent tragedies have shocked and saddened the entire community.”
To honor Gainer, the Gulf County School District has planned several events. A local pizza place donated pizzas for Monday’s lunch to give Gainer’s mother and aunts time to mourn. All schools in the district will be closed on Tuesday, and there will be a luncheon for athletes and coaches. Normal classes will resume on Wednesday. There is also a planned event called “Celebration of Life” on Saturday the 14th, though details are still being finalized. Our deepest condolences go to the Gainer family and the Port St. Joe community during this difficult time. Rest in peace, Chance Gainer.
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