Suddenly, I was in a traffic jam. All the cars were moving aside to let me pass, but one expensive SUV refused to do so. Drivers near it tried to get it to move aside, and I honked at it, but the driver refused. Unable to stand it, I got out of the ambulance and ran up to the driver of the SUV. He was a rich and arrogant man, but I didn’t care who he was. I started demanding he give way to my ambulance.
Me: “Sir, please move! I have a kid in the back who needs urgent care!”
Man: “No, you’re lying. But even if you’re not, taking him to the doctor won’t do any good. I’m not moving.”
Me: “Are you serious, man?”
Man: “Yeah. I won’t move!”
Me: “This is illegal!”
Man: “Sue me. Or call the cops.”
Me: “I hope no one you love is ever in this boy’s shoes.”
I had no idea how true my words were. It turns out that the kid in critical condition was this rich man’s son. And the rich man didn’t know about it. Yet.
Every holiday, I cherish time with my six-year-old granddaughter, Brittany, and love making our home festive. But last holiday, I discovered a painful truth about my family. Brittany began calling me names like “old lady” and “wrinkly hag,” which she revealed she had heard from my son Todd and his wife Rachel.
Shocked and hurt, I gently corrected Brittany, but the revelation about Todd and Rachel’s attitude toward me lingered. To confirm my suspicions, I recorded their conversations and discovered they spoke of me with disdain, despite all the support I’d given them.
I confronted Todd and Rachel by playing the recording after dinner, expressing my hurt and setting boundaries. They apologized, and we agreed to work on respect and communication. This experience reinforced the importance of setting boundaries and ensuring that love and generosity are met with respect.
