An Old Man’s Tale!

Level Crossing at Barnes

Level Crossing at Barnes (Photo credit: Manic Street Preacher)

 I sat down quietly at home today when a friend of mine told me this story and I decided to write it down word for word. She said she read it somewhere but it was too good to pass on! Enjoy:

 An old man was driving back from town with

his wife continually providing unwanted

advice from the back seat. When they arrived at

a level crossing, the car stalled halfway across the

line, just as a train came roaring towards them.

”Move you idiot!” screamed the man’s wife, ”Get

the car off the tracks!” The old man turned and

calmly replied, ”You’ve been doing all the driving

from the back seat, and I’ve got my end across – see

what you can do with yours.”

It’s sad that some women are extremely controlling, I saw the funny side of this story, did you?

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Much love friends!

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The Listener’s Dilemma.

 

George Popa!

( Photo credit: George Popa)

”I stayed true to my first love,” Hannah’s soft voice droned on and I was held spellbound by the simple life she’d lived. A life of dedication in the face of outright betrayal.

”I fell in love the first time I saw Michael,” and her face soften at the memory with traces of a smile lurking at the corner of her mouth, ”my dad worked for the KGB then, he’s now retired, he was  absolutely furious when he knew I was dating ”an alien.”

My eyebrows shot up at the ‘alien bit’ and she laughed when she saw the expression on my face.

”A nonRussian is an alien to my dad,” she explained and continued, ”when it was obvious our relationship would face outright persecutions, we fled Russian and came to London, got married and life was good. It was rosy for the first five years and then the late nights began, I tried to question his erratic behaviors but the back of his hands was my reply.

I was on the edge of my seat and Hannah’s voice was becoming strained but I said nothing still, just listened.

”The trips to Ghana was a surprise at first, and then when it continued I became worried. Money was not our problem, I would have lived in Ghana if he wanted me to but he said no. Ten years later, still no kids and we were still married. You can imagine my frustration and failure that I couldn’t give my husband what he wanted. I left everything for him, my family, my friends… everything!

There was silence, it was as if she was reliving the horror of it all. I said nothing still.

”One of his friends came to our house one summer evening, as usual, he’d travelled, and he told me Michael was celebrating his tenth year wedding anniversary, he brought the family pictures as proof and my world fell flat. Michael had five children for his other wife, he’d built his family a beautiful house in Accra! When he came back, he had the gut to call me a barren woman.”

”Where is he now?” I finally found my voice.

”He’s gone to the office and you know what?”

”What?”

”I’m pregnant, at long last… and the beatings has stopped.”

”Have you forgiven him?”

”No, but I still love him which was why I wondered at the true meaning of love. I can’t leave him…I’m forty-five years old and I’m pregnant with my first child.”

”What about his other family? That’s bigamy! Are you okay with that too?”

”We don’t discuss it.”

”Do you think about it?”

She nodded and that was it, we heard the sound of a car pulling up at the drive way, that was my cue. I stood up and Hannah gave me a bear hug then asked, ”If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?”

I couldn’t answer her question. I left her house dumbfounded and sad at the same time, no wonder the poor woman thought love was non-existent!

**********

 

That was the concluding part of ‘The Listeners,’ I hope you like it!

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The Angels Of Mercy.

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbili...

Newborn child, seconds after birth. The umbilical cord has not yet been cut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

6.am, January 26, 2002.

This is a true story, please read on…

They left their house optimistic about the new baby that would soon grace their home, the husband helped his beaming but heavily pregnant wife into their brand new Toyota Carina‘s car and they zoomed out of their new house en route the hospital.

12 hours later… At 11pm.

The baby head’s was not descending.

”Too big,” the junior doctor on duty murmured and decided on a caesarean section, a process where they would surgically removed the baby. They paged the consultant who came to the hospital within fifteen minutes. As the wife was slowly wheeled into the theatre, she saw her husband by the door, he looked tired and very scared, he had been a sentry all day at the hospital reception, waiting for his wife and new son to come out. She touched his hand and whispered with tears in her eyes,

”I am so sorry, I tried,”

”It’s okay darling, I’ll be waiting for you, I love you,” and he kissed her on the cheek and she disappeared into the theatre and the battle began. A forty-five minutes operation turned into two, three, four hours…

The anaesthetic applied was three times over the limit and the drug shut down her heart, the mistake was to set in motion a series of errors which ended in tragedy…

*******

The consultant’s brows creased up in a frown, everything that could go wrong did and he was very close to this particular patient, he was quiet fond of her and her new husband. What he loved about them was their love for each other, so he would do everything within his power to make sure she did not die on his watch.

”Time of death, 2.21 am,” a young doctor announced, he had been on his feet all day,  he’d managed a toast bread since morning and was teetering towards exhaustion. Nurses had been on strike at the general hospital for a week and he had been on duty almost every day, keeping his eyelids open was a herculean task.

”No,” the consultant snapped,  ”charge the defibrillator to two hundred.”

They did and there was a beeping sound on the machine which indicated the heart was beating normally, sighs of relief permeated the atmosphere as the consultant worked feverishly to bring the baby out. With that part over, the baby who was blue due to lack of oxygen was quickly taken to the neonatal intensive care. The doctor was sewing her up when there was another flat line.

The stubborn doctor performed external chest compression and the defibrillator ( a machine used to send electric shock to the heart to make it work again) was used to charge her heart again and it worked, but only for a few minutes and the third time her heart stopped, the doctor wanted to call it.

He asked a nurse to page another consultant while he ordered one of the junior doctors to start external chest compression and he fled the theatre.

Outside, he saw the husband sitting down looking lost and very tired. When the husband heard approaching footsteps, he jumped to his feet and blurted out,

”How is my wife, is she okay?”

The doctor swallowed hard before replying,

”There was a technical problem about the anaesthetic and I am so sorry,” But the words got stuck in his throat, he couldn’t bring himself to say his wife was dead.

Instead he grabbed his hands and promised, ”Your wife would be fine, have you seen your son?”

”Yes,” the husband replied with his voice trembling, ”he doesn’t look too good,”

The doctor nodded and  rushed back to the theatre, the junior doctor was still performing the compressions. The consultant took over as two senior doctors entered the theatre and they fought to save the life of this young wife.

*****

7th February 2002.

The husband sat down in his living room surrounded by family and friends, they prayed, they cried and they left.

And he was alone… there was no crying of a newborn infant, just dead silence. He sat alone, staring into space.

And then his wife walked in from the room and he stood up, they hugged.

He was no longer alone.

Their son did not survive but the wife did. They have another chance to start again, they mourned for Angel, their son, but knew they would see him again on heaven’s shores.

03, December 2002.

Eleven months later, they welcomed another son into their home and their joy was full, it was a miracle. Four years later, a daughter came and another four years later, another son.

And they said, the Lord has been merciful…

I was (is) that woman…

And my husband… well he was (is) the…husband.

I believe in second chances, I was dead, but I am alive again!

Don’t you think that was so sweet?