We all go through life, and at some point, we must face the fact that we won’t be here forever. I’m not afraid of dying; I see it as a natural and beautiful part of life. However, what worries me is getting old and not being able to take care of myself. The idea of relying on a hospice nurse does make me a little scared
The idea of depending on others for everything, not being able to do simple tasks on my own, and forgetting the names of my loved ones is something I find frightening. It’s not the kind of life I would want. This fear connects with the story of Maria, a music teacher who was cared for by a hospice nurse in 2016.
**Relying on a Hospice Nurse Can Be Daunting**
Maria spent her final days in a care facility, knowing her time was limited. She had been a music teacher her whole life and found comfort in music. Fortunately, one of her former students, Joshua Woodard, worked at the care home in Austinburg, Ohio.
Joshua and Maria had known each other since he was just nine years old when she taught him music. Before she passed away, Maria had a simple but meaningful wish: to hear the song “How Great Thou Art.” Wanting to make her last days special, Joshua got the song lyrics on his phone and sang it for her.
Marti Adkins Redmond, reflecting on this special connection, expressed her gratitude for hospice workers like Joshua. She emphasized the unique bond between Joshua, who had once been Maria’s student in voice and piano, and Maria, who became his caregiver in her final days.
Even though Maria is no longer with us, her memory continues to shine through this touching moment. The relationship between teacher and student, now caregiver, highlights the incredible kindness and compassion that hospice workers, especially people like Joshua Woodard, offer in their roles. Joshua’s actions show how much of a positive impact one person can have on another’s last moments, bringing comfort and dignity to the human experience.
I Took My Boyfriend to Meet My Parents — When My Father Saw Him He Immediately Called the Cops
I had been waiting for this moment for several months. Lewis took the day off to meet my parents. We had been officially dating for three months, but he kept telling me he was too busy with work to meet them. As it turned out, that was all a lie, and he wasn’t working as a mechanic.
When we entered the house and my parents first saw Lewis, I noticed my dad’s expression drastically change. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.My dad, always the gracious host, invited Lewis to take a tour of the house, starting with the basement. I watched them walk down the stairs, thinking my dad was just trying to make Lewis feel welcome. But as soon as Lewis stepped inside, my father immediately slammed the door, locked it, and started calling the police.“He’s not really Lewis,” my dad shouted into the phone, “he’s actually an escaped convict named Jack Riley!”I was in shock. “Dad, what are you talking about?”My father, his voice stern and filled with authority, looked at me with a mixture of concern and anger. “Emma, I recognized him the moment I saw him. I never forget a face. Years ago, when I was still in the force, Jack Riley was one of the most wanted men. He was convicted of fraud, theft, and numerous other crimes. He escaped from prison and has been on the run ever since.”My mind was racing. I thought back to all the moments with Lewis—his mysterious absence from work, his reluctance to meet my family, the way he always seemed to avoid talking about his past. It all started to make sense.As we waited for the police to arrive, I could hear Lewis—or Jack—banging on the basement door, shouting for me to let him out. “Emma, please, this is a mistake! Your father is wrong!”But the look on my dad’s face told me otherwise. He had never been wrong about something like this before.The police arrived quickly, and within minutes, they had Lewis in handcuffs. One of the officers confirmed my father’s story. “We’ve been looking for Jack Riley for years. Good catch, sir.”I stood there, numb, as they took Lewis away. The man I thought I loved, the man I had trusted, was a criminal. My heart ached with betrayal and confusion.As the police car drove off, my dad put his arm around me. “I’m sorry you had to go through this, Emma. But it’s better you found out now rather than later.”In the days that followed, the reality of the situation sank in. I learned more about Jack’s criminal past and felt grateful for my father’s vigilance and quick thinking. It was a harsh lesson about trust and the importance of truly knowing the people we let into our lives.Ultimately, I realized how lucky I was to have a father who cared so deeply about my well-being. The experience brought us closer, and I knew I could always rely on him to protect me, no matter what.As I moved on from the shock and heartache, I took comfort in knowing that my father had saved me from a much worse fate. It was a painful but valuable lesson in love and trust.
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