Rich Man Blocks Ambulance in Traffic, Not Realizing His Son Is Inside – A Shocking Twist!

Rich Man in SUV Blocks Ambulance in Traffic Unaware His Son Is inside — Story of the Day

Taylor had experienced a horrific childhood tragedy that caused him to become so distrustful of doctors that he would stand still in traffic while an ambulance was attempting to pass. However, he quickly saw how easily his stubbornness could have cost him everything.

“Darling, we must get a babysitter. After they finished supper and the kids went back to their rooms, Taylor’s wife Polly stated, “I can’t handle three kids, my job, and the house.”

“A caregiver? Taylor shook his head and said, “They’re so pricey, it’s not worth it. He got up from their dining table and moved to the couch in the living area.

“Please, Taylor. The kids still need attention, even if they’re a little older now that I have afternoon meetings. Polly said, “I can’t do it alone anymore.”

“You’re not telling the truth. But it won’t help to take him to the doctor even if you’re not. “I’m not going anywhere,” Taylor declared resolutely.

Taylor swore. The idea did not sit well with him. Furthermore, he didn’t think his wife was incapable of managing everything. He would never say it out loud, but he felt that her employment isn’t really real.

“No, it’s too costly,” he declined once more.

“We’re rich beyond belief,” Polly pleaded.

“We don’t have to waste our money on pointless items just because we have it. For as long as she could, my mother raised me alone. After that, I took care of myself because my father didn’t give a damn. And have a peek at me! I became a millionaire as I grew up. There’s no need for a nanny. Simply instruct them to behave after school,” Taylor replied in an unwavering tone.

Sighing, Polly walked away from him. Their kids could take care of themselves while their mother was at work because they were between the ages of nine and five. That was Taylor’s initial thought, anyway. Polly was a writer who operated out of her house. It wasn’t as complicated as everything else he did, including going to the office, filing papers, meeting with clients, and setting up proposals.

The thought of a nanny made him laugh. Only parents should raise their children. That’s how I made it in the world, he told himself once more, and he had no regrets about turning down his wife’s plea.

A few days later, Mark, Polly’s oldest child, contacted Taylor at work after she passed out in the middle of the living room. The boy said, “Should I call 911?”

“Nah! Without a doubt not,” Taylor answered. Make a call to Mara. The house phone is next to her number. I’ll be over there shortly. Taylor finished as she hurried home.

Mara was a compassionate nighttime nurse who lived next door. She was undoubtedly superior than any doctor, yet he hardly trusted her. Polly was awake when Taylor arrived home, and Mara was taking care of her. Worried, the children gathered around their mother.

“So, how is she?” Taylor enquired.

With a quick look at him, Mara remarked, “Let’s talk in the kitchen.” “I believe Polly should visit a physician. It is abnormal for a young woman to faint.”

We’re not exactly young. I’m 38 and she’s 35.” Taylor gave a headshake.

Taylor, you’re young. She might be anemic. Mara emphasized, “She needs a check-up and blood work.”

“Not at all. No. He crossed his arms and refused, “Absolutely not.”

“I understand that you have a mistrust towards doctors, but she needs one to prevent this from happening in the future. Your children are afraid. Mara said, gazing fixedly at him. “Please, listen.”

“The blood work will be done, but no physicians. My mother passed away due to an inept fool failing to detect her cancer. Taylor disclosed, “He misdiagnosed her, and as a result, I grew up with my abusive father because she didn’t get treatment in time.” Only Polly was aware of that. “As a result, Mara, we gave birth at home. and our children are doing well.”

Mara let out a sigh. “All right. Obtain the blood tests, and I’ll ask a friend to look through them for recommendations. But eventually, you must overcome your fear.”

Polly had mild anemia, as Mara had predicted, but she appeared to improve with medicine. She asked Taylor if they could finally hire a nanny after that incident, but he continued to resist.

“No, you’re superior. It’s a loss. Saving money should only be done for necessities. You never know what might occur. I lead an oil corporation, but what happens if I eventually have to work as a minimum worker?” Taylor provided justification.

Polly asked not once more.
I’ll be late to the meeting. I won’t be answering my phone today, so don’t call.” One morning, Taylor yelled as he hurried out of the house. He wanted to be on time because he had a big client meeting. The minutes seemed to go on forever, but the world had other ideas because his normal route to the office was clogged with heavy traffic.

Impatiently shaking his head, he slammed on the brakes and waited for anything to happen. But until he heard the sound of sirens coming from behind, everything was at a total standstill. Using his rearview mirror, Taylor noticed vehicles swerving to the side to make room for an ambulance.

“Oh my god, no! They’re not going to use the pretense of having patients to get out of this traffic bottleneck!” Refusing to move his car like the others, Taylor shook his head. The ambulance continued to honk, but he acted as if nothing was wrong.

However, Taylor thought he was in hell still.
The other lane’s driver rolled down his window. “Hey, dude! He said, “Move for the ambulance!” but Taylor disregarded him.

At last, he noticed the elderly ambulance driver hastening to his aid. “Please, sir, get moving! I need urgent attention for my child who is in the back.” said the driver.

“You’re not telling the truth. But it won’t help to take him to the doctor even if you’re not. “I’m not going anywhere,” Taylor declared resolutely.

The driver questioned in disbelief, “Are you serious, man?”

Yes. I refuse to move.”

The driver exclaimed, “This is illegal!”

“Take me to court. or give the police a call,” Taylor shrugged, turning away from the man. He was waiting for the traffic to eventually move as he looked straight ahead.

“I hope no one you love is ever in this boy’s shoes,” the driver snorted in contempt on the ground in front of his automobile. He returned to the ambulance and threaded his way through a sidewalk, getting a pass from oncoming cars.

Taylor reached the office building just in time as the roads cleared after another fifteen minutes of traffic. His phone rang just as his customer was getting started. Polly’s name flashed on the screen, but he immediately disregarded the call. He listened to the client, thinking, I told her not to call.

But Polly kept calling and calling until finally a message appeared, saying, “Mark is in the hospital! Give me a call right away!”

“Hospital?” he muttered as he fixed his intense gaze on his phone.

One of his executives said, “Mr. Brown?”

“Please lead this meeting, Roger. I’m at the hospital with my son. “I have to leave,” Taylor hurriedly announced as she left their meeting.

His entire body trembled. It would require a serious emergency for Polly to take their son to the hospital, as she was well aware of his dislike for medical professionals. He was aware of the danger here. After calling her and getting the name of the hospital, Taylor hurried to get there. Fortunately, the traffic bottleneck that morning wasn’t repeated.

He drove right past the spot where he had parked. He merely hurried through the emergency room doors, begged for assistance from the staff, and eventually ran into Polly outside the surgery room, where relatives were normally waiting. Jason and Mona, his other children, were clutching her legs in terror.

“What took place? “Where is Mark?” Inconsolable, Taylor enquired.

“He’s currently having surgery. Taylor, my love. It wasn’t good. His smaller children began to sob as well, and Polly said that “his head was bleeding” while sobbing.

Taylor had to gather himself and gave his family a firm embrace. It’s alright. It’s alright. Everything will work out OK. “Mark is in capable hands,” he nearly yelled. He was attempting to talk himself out of it.

Finally, a surgeon emerged a few hours later. They were all waiting for the announcement, hearts in their mouths.

“The procedure proceeded smoothly. In the ICU, your son is doing better. “The margins look good, but we won’t know more about his situation until he wakes up,” the doctor nodded. “We are currently relocating him. However, we’ll notify you when you may see him.”

Telling her children their big brother had made it, Polly fell to her knees, overcome with emotion. Taylor, meantime, approached the physician and asked for further information.

“Doc, be honest with me. “Is Mark really okay?” he questioned softly.

“That’s right, sir,” the doctor nodded once again. However, that’s only because he arrived on schedule. We may be having a different chat if they had taken longer. We heard about the big traffic delay earlier.”

Taylor remained silent while the physician gave him a shoulder pat and went back to the operation room, where visitors were not allowed. Surprised, he thought, “traffic jam?”

His wife had calmed down a little, so he turned to her. “Polly, you were in the traffic jam this morning?”

“Yes, exactly. I was somewhat concerned. It moved rather slowly for a while. The driver even exited the vehicle and reportedly got into a fight with someone for not moving their vehicle. Who carries that out?” Polly clarified, laughing at the notion that someone wouldn’t step aside in case of an emergency. “However, the driver entered the ambulance and drove it through a sidewalk or something; for a brief while, I was afraid, but he moved us here as soon as he could. What a winner.”

Polly was blind to the fact that Taylor had become reticent. Let us grab some goodies from the vending machine, kids. “It will take some more time for us to see your brother,” she pleaded, turning to face her husband.

Taylor had to cough a little. “Go. Just in case, I’ll remain here.”

Now that the immediate threat had passed, she said, “Alright,” grinning a little.

However, Taylor thought he was in hell still. He took a seat and fixed his gaze on the wall. His son was on the verge of death within him when he had postponed calling for help. If the driver hadn’t been so astute, Mark would not be present.

“Yes, that’s right. “My spouse requires assistance,” agreed Taylor, grinning, and gazing out the window of his vehicle.

Unbidden tears flowed from his eyes. Breathing too fast, his chest tightened till he eventually put his head in his hands and sobbed. It was too much to take when he realized he was entirely to blame for this. He’d turned down a babysitter, resisted moving for an emergency vehicle, and disregarded his wife’s calls.

“Taylor,” Polly hugged him and whispered when she got back. “Kids, come hug your Daddy.”

He attempted to stop sobbing, but it was difficult, and the younger ones held him.

At last, his smallest child soothed him by saying, “Mark will wake up soon, Daddy,” in her high, priceless little voice. He would never be free of this guilt, but after a while the tears stopped falling.

An hour later, they went to see Mark, and the boy was awakened. His motor abilities were examined by the doctors, who found nothing wrong. He even said a few words before nodding off once more. According to his surgeon, he is doing well and will shortly be transitioned from the intensive care unit to a regular room. It was official—Mark was safe.

After his son was securely moved into a regular room with his family around him, Taylor stepped outside to speak with a nurse and asked to meet the ambulance driver.

Yes, that is James. Taylor left when a nurse politely informed him, “You’ll probably find him outside where most of the ambulances are parked when they’re not dispatched.”

He spotted James right away, and the old man recognized Taylor even with all the hustle and bustle that morning.

“Hold on a second. You know, the guy who refused to move his car?” James pointed the finger accusingly at Taylor. However, Taylor continued to approach him and lifted his arms to give the elderly man a hug. That infuriated James, who attempted to push him away until Taylor said something.

“I apologize. I’m grateful. I appreciate you doing your hardest. My son was there. My son was being brought here by you, and I I was such a fool. I really apologize. “I could have lost everything,” Taylor remarked, and the elderly guy gave him a back pat in response.

“How is the kid?”

“He’s doing well. “He awoke,” Taylor remarked, removing and dabbing a tear. “He’s back to resting, but the doctor predicted he will get better. Many thanks to you.

It was just my job, sir. However, I’m happy. I was a paramedic once. James nodded. “I’m glad he’s safe, even though I only drive now.”

“Why are you still working?” Taylor pondered. “If it’s not too much to ask.”

“My wife’s hip need surgery. Retiring is not really an option anymore in current economy. Although job doesn’t pay much, driving an ambulance does help,” James muttered.

“Would you be interested in changing fields?” Taylor made an unexpected suggestion.

“What do you mean?”

He offered, “How about you become my driver?” detailing his job and the compensation he would receive. It was over three times what the elderly man produced.

“Is this a real offer?”

“100%,” Taylor was adamant. “I may be an idiot, but I don’t lie about business.”

After giving it some more deliberation, the elderly guy consented. After two more weeks of employment at the hospital, he started driving Taylor. It was only then that the wealthy man realized how convenient it was to not have to bother about driving.

Once Mark was discharged from the hospital, he and Polly also needed assistance, so James took Taylor around, did errands, went grocery shopping, and watched the kids whenever he could. The elderly guy saved enough money after a few months to pay for his wife Helena’s surgery.

James was granted an unlimited amount of paid leave by Taylor, who also paid them a hospital visit. James had another idea after his wife recovered.

James, what would you think if Helena became a babysitter for us? Is that something she would enjoy? From her seat at the back, Taylor pondered. James gave him a quick glance and nodded.

“She would adore that. She adores children. We didn’t ever possess any. Although it wasn’t part of God’s plan for us, she would adore it. Really, sir, would you hire her?” With gratitude, James inquired.

“Yes, that’s right. “My wife needs help,” Taylor replied, grinning as he peered out the window of his automobile.

After Mark’s injury, he came to the realization that having money was pointless if it wasn’t used to support his family. You have to take pleasure in your labors and bring happiness to your family. And he no longer harbored any contempt towards doctors at all.

Though he was still angry at the person who misdiagnosed his mother, one person’s carelessness shouldn’t be used as an excuse for the entire industry. Everyone had given everything their all to save Mark, even the ambulance driver, and they had done an amazing job.

Taylor turned become a hospital philanthropist, providing funds for children from lower-income families to have surgery. The children loved James and Helena, who were still working for his family in the interim. Polly was doing well at work and had stopped fainting.

Additionally, whenever an ambulance drove by on the road, Taylor was always the first to move over. That was one mistake he will never make again.

What lessons may we draw from this tale?

A traumatic experience as a child shouldn’t dictate how you live your entire life.
Saving money is not as essential as making sure your family is happy and helping others.
Talk about this tale with your companions. It could motivate them and make their day better.

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