The hardest phone call of my life wasn't one I made. It was one I received. My daughter woke me with a frantic call early one morning. She and her young daughter had been driving into town and came upon the crumpled remains of her husband's car upside down in the ditch with him on the ground several meters away, surrounded by police, fire fighters, and paramedics. She frantically filled me in as best she could and asked me to try to calm their child while she ran out to check on him. I've dealt with plenty of tough situations in my life, but nothing comes close to needing to hold it together long enough to get that poor child through those horrific few minutes. He miraculously survived, and after a brief hospital stay and some time off work, he fully recovered. He had hit a deer, veered off the highway, and rolled several times. Seeing the condition of that vehicle, anyone could have assumed the driver didn't make it. Seatbelts really do save lives, folks
I got one recently from my mother telling me a frenemy and fellow member of my Scout troop had died in a car accident. He was drunk with his buddies (friend driving) and not wearing his seatbelt, they wrapped their car around a tree and his girlfriend (only one wearing a seatbelt) was the only survivor out of four. This was only a couple months ago, too…
My wif just tested positive for Alzehimers. I don't even begin to know how to tell her. If it were me, I could just off myself, but how do you tell the woman you've shared 27 years with that she's losing herself?
Thank you both. I honestly don't know what to say to her. I only found out because I listed my email as the contact. She's been getting confused with the computer, so I said "let them send it to me." It was actually a link to the Cleveland Clinic patient portal. When I saw the results (this is a new and very accurate test) I closed my eyes and said "please me wake up NOW!" I'm waiting for the neurologist to call so I can have some guidance. I can't type any more right now because I'm gonna start sobbing. Can't le Kellie hear that.
mild perhaps compared to some of these, but my hardest one was this: i used to live and work in RV resorts and campgrounds... and there is a subset of retirees who have large expensive RVs that they live full time in as their retirement. no house. no property. no fallback. just a small house with wheels and freedom to explore as they see fit. one day i had to make the phone call to one such couple that they needed to get back to the campground as soon as possible.... their RV.... their HOME... was on fire. the damage was minimal thankfully because of VERY fast response from both park employees and the local fire department, but it was still a rough experience
When I was 16 my very best friend and three close friends died in a single vehicle accident. I had to tell my other best friend who lived next door to me my entire life, she is three years younger than me. Her brother (also 16) couldn't bring himself to tell her. Our families have known each other for decades and have lived next door to each other for almost 50 years. It's been 22 years and it still hurts today.
Story 8, about the pup, broke me when I realized the dog curled up in the little girls room, probably because she was his favourite human. Favourite human = love and safety.
Listening to this made me cry. My mom died 3 years ago from cancer. She suffered so much. I was her caretaker. I hate cancer with all my heart and soul. My mom’s birthday was on the 14th. I was crying all day. I have a hard time dealing with her passing. I saw her take her final breath she died at home with us.
Being the first family member to say a speech about my dad after he killed himself was probably the hardest thing i did. Second hardest was not being big enough to help put his casket in the ground...
not sure if you read stories down here, but when i was in gr 6 there was this group of kids, who me and my friends clashed with. we never physically fought, but they often provoked us, even going as far as kicking us. so one day my class was going down the stairs, and one of the kids pushed me, so i turned around and pushed her back. she told the teacher and said that it was an accident (which it may have been) so my teacher told me to stay so she could talk to me, however before she could talk to me she had to talk to another student's (not involved in either group) parent about something. the father of the other child kept arguing with the teacher so she said i could go home. i started walking with my friend, but noticed the kids who provoked me and my friends and one of there mothers. she was glaring at me so i tried to walk in another direction, and she blocked me, and told me to go back to the teacher. my friend and i calmly explained the situation, but that was not enough for her. she started yelling at me about me bullying her kid and friends, so i tried to explain that that was not the case, and that if she had a problem with me she could talk to my parents. i even gave her their numbers. she kept yelling at me and stepping in my way so i could not leave. after trying to reason with her for about a minute on why she shouldn't argue with a child i snapped. keep in mind i had a temper back then. so i started cussing her out which only made her more mad, and she still wouldn't let me leave, so in tears, i hit her with my bag and ran away with my friend, who was supporting me the whole time. i picked up my brother and ran into the office crying. the woman followed me put the principal stopped her. now that mother is banned from school property, and if she talks to someone else's child like that ever again, charges will be pressed. i stayed home the next day still traumatized. it never came across me that an adult could behave in that way.
I came home from work to find my family in hysterics. One of our cats was dead (we still aren't so sure what killed her) and we were fairly sure it was my mother's. Her cat is very special to her as she will go out of her way to cuddle with her and sit on her lap, the only cat of ours she shared a close connection with. My brother took the cat's body out to the garage while we tried to comfort my Mum. I look over to our other big black cat (we had two that we got in the same year, one is a kitten we found at our church and the other we specifically got so that the kitten could have a friend since all of our other cats were about 8 years older and didn't like kittens) and I was apologizing to her that her buddy was dead. To my surprise however it's my mother's cat. I point her out to my mum and sure enough it's her cat. Now here's the hard part. My brother is still out in the garage so he doesn't know yet that it's not Mum's cat but his that just died in his arms. I had to go tell him and he went from sad to trying his best not to be hysterical. It may not be as big of a deal to most people but we love our cats and they often help us feel better. A few years ago my brother had just lost the cat he had all of his life who was his best buddy so when we got that kitten who loved him almost as much and would wait on his bed or sit on his lap while he played video games it was very sad that he didn't get her for near as long as his last one.
When my mom was a teen she found her grandpa dead on the kitchen floor one morning. Apparently a few minutes ago he had still been alive since he had said something to her before going downstairs. He had a heart attack literally seconds after and no one realized or heard anything because my mom was drying her hair with a hair dryer and her mom (my grandmother) was sleeping still. My mom’s parents divorced when she was 8 because her dad was out cheating with a mistress and alcoholic. Although he loved my mom he would barely call after the divorce to talk to her. A few years after the divorce her grandmother died and her grandpa didn’t want to live in his house after that and came to live with my mom and grandma until he died 2-3 years after. Thankfully she only suffered the usual amount of grief a person has when a grandparent dies and wasn’t mentally affected from finding her grandfather dead, although she did find it thought to have to go and wake up my grandmother to tell her what happened.
This is kinda off topic, but I’m a STNA and I just wanna say if you put your family member in a nursing home and they are bed ridden and you notice their muscles are atrophied…you should speak to the head nurse/boss and make sure the STNA’s are stretching your family members limbs…Or you can also call state and report them for not doing their jobs correctly. Because they’re not supposed to be letting them get that bad they are supposed to be moving their limbs daily to make sure that doesn’t happen. Also same with bed sores we are supposed to flip residents every two hours to make sure bed sores don’t form. So make sure you’re learning at least a little about the care routine so you can spot a facility that isn’t doing their job correctly.
I've got two. One being the hardest thing I had to tell my sister while the second was the hardest thing I had to hear. 1.) I don't want to go into detail as it still makes me cry. Got home one morning and ended up finding sisters dog had passed on through the night. 2.) (Years after last one.) Sister called me to tell me she held my lovely drooling lovey dovey cat for his last convulsing breaths as he passed on from internal bleeding. He ended up having a punctured lung and no amount of vets were able to tell us how as he didn't have any external injuries and as far as we knew, was healthy.. So yeah. Those two were definitely some difficult times for the family.
Had to tell my older siblings our father passed away, our mother passed when we were much younger was the hardest kick to my gut ever, ended up having to break it to the rest of my family as well.
There are so so many comments I wanna make, but I’m just gonna chime in on story 33 about opiates: I have a friend who found himself in a similar situation. I think he’s still in the situation. He only gets a fraction of the pain meds he needs for several agonizing chronic problems. He was never an abuser, he’s someone who wants to get through life.
My brother phoned me sobbing and it took him over 3 minutes to say anything, and he just repeated our 18 year old cat's name over and over. He kept my cat when I moved 400 miles away for university, and then he couldn't bare giving him back, so he kept him for 9 years. Smudge got him through so much trauma after I moved out, and it was just devastating to hear him shatter on the phone.
I'll never forget the phone call when my mom told me that my dad had died in the hospital at around noon. he threw up is intubation tube and was a DNR, so there wasn't anything that could be done. this was a little over a year ago, and it still hurts. I miss him.
I've got three involving the same person! Calling my aunt and telling her that my mom had passed away. My aunt was 20 years older than my mom and pretty much raised her. Calling the same aunt 11 years later and telling her that my cousin(her grandson) had passed away. I was living with him at the time and discovered him. And worse, the very same aunt just passed away this Friday. So I had to tell her slightly younger sister about it on Friday! My aunt was 75! Rip aunt Julie. I love you.
38:37 "It's ok, not your fault" Dude, that's gotta be a warning sign. Like, I know he's grieving, but he's too calm, that dad. The dude who can save his kid essentially left that kid to die. It's understandable why the medic did what he did IN HIS PERSPECTIVE (and I agree, since that's a basic principle in disaster triaging), but c'mon, man, that's gotta warrant retaliation. Dunno, the dad's family might take issue with him being not man enough to take revenge. They might join some local militants and force him to join as family honor is effectively on the line here. I'm speaking from a position of prejudice here, but still.
12pm-1 AM phone call to a young mans mother to tell her that her son had been shot in the chest and that CPR is in progress. I can still recall that conversation and the vomiting she did when the paramedics told her that he had just been declared. It was awful and is something i hope to never have to do again.
When my nieces were younger they had a lot of pets, cats, dogs small rodents, etc. And several times I was the one who had to tell them either they're pets were dead or dying, the main 2 or 3 times that stick with me was 1.) When Sapphire was dying, Sapphire was one of their dogs pups from a first litter, my niece's mom was pulling out onto the main road to go sign up at their school for sports, basketball I think, and those girls SAW the dog get hit by an oncoming car, the main road speed is 55 but many drive 60 or faster, the dog only weighed maybe 15-20 pounds at best, sadly I knew when my dad was bringing her in that the dog was dying, her lungs were filling with blood her breathing was hoarse and rattling and getting louder as the minutes passed, she had no control of her bowels, so I knew she wouldn't survive. The girls asked if a vet could save her, I had to tell them "She wouldn't survive, even if you did take her to a vet, she was too badly injured." The girls got to say their goodbyes, crying the whole time and my dad went on and smothered her out to end her suffering. And before you start bitching about "Why didn't we take her to a emergency vet to put her down?" The dog would've died before we got there and why prolong her suffering to drive 45 minutes to kill her anyway why make her suffer longer? The ending would have been the same. The second one was when their momma cat died suddenly and her kittens disappeared except for 2 and those two kittens died the exact same way maybe 2 years apart the first one was maybe 8 weeks old at the time we found it laying flat out in the yard, fast, rapid breathing, fast hearbeat, could not sit up or hold it's head up, limp as a wet rag. Sadly that kitten died that night. I had called my friend who was in school to become a vet tech, she confirmed my hunch while I sat there with my nieces as they held the dying kitten. And again I had to tell them "Most likely this kitten will not make it, it doesn't look good." Same thing 2 years later Cat found flat out on the ground, in the house, limp, high heart rate and shallow fast breathing, same symptoms exactly and I had again called my friend and she again confirmed my hunch and again i had to tell them their cat was dying and it did die. They didn't vaccinate the cats so it had to have been some virus passed from mother to kittens, and the one that survived the first time I'm just guessing the virus was dormant inside the cat until the conditions were right for it to spread and become active to kill the cat. But I can't say for sure, it's just a guess.
Seven months ago my boyfriend died, and my parents waking me up to tell me to call my boyfriends mother only to hear her break the news that her son (my boyfriend) is dead… to this day I haven’t gotten over it
Here's my story: the night before my daughter and her partner were set to sign on their new home, I received a text from a mutual friend saying he had proof of her partner S-Aing her 2 kids over 10 years, which had long been suspected but could not be confirmed. Instead of going to the title office, she drove to the police station. That was exactly 3 years ago, and today he received a sentence he probably won't live through. Now the healing can begin.
I had to tell myself in the mirror after a week binge that my sister was indeed dead. I would have died the same way she did if not for those six minutes of lucidity. I am an angry, hateful, bitter boy who simply just spreads hate for the sake of wanting everyone else to he miserable like me. She would not want me to be like this. She never would have wanted me to be mean.....and yet, she isn't here to stop me. Nobody will read this and that's okay....but this is probably the last comment I'll make. I'm not sorry for the words I've said. Apologizing doesn't unsay them. It doesn't change anything on their end. Not truly, anyway. I think i just need to go.
Hey, if this is truly your experience, please know that I believe Jesus Christ completely and thoroughly knows what you're going through, and that you are loved, seen, and known because He is in relentless pursuit of you.
you don't need to go, you need to stay. you aren't an angry, bitter, hurtful person, you're someone who has clearly been through a lot of suffering and you still deserve happiness. your sister may no longer be here but her memory, the positive impact she made on you, that remains, and you must keep going and get help and make her proud. reach out to whatever services exist for mental health in your area, including the many available online and for free. you still deserve a chance to get better from whatever is hurting you and live a happy life.
The hardest phone call of my life wasn't one I made. It was one I received. My daughter woke me with a frantic call early one morning. She and her young daughter had been driving into town and came upon the crumpled remains of her husband's car upside down in the ditch with him on the ground several meters away, surrounded by police, fire fighters, and paramedics. She frantically filled me in as best she could and asked me to try to calm their child while she ran out to check on him.
I've dealt with plenty of tough situations in my life, but nothing comes close to needing to hold it together long enough to get that poor child through those horrific few minutes.
He miraculously survived, and after a brief hospital stay and some time off work, he fully recovered. He had hit a deer, veered off the highway, and rolled several times. Seeing the condition of that vehicle, anyone could have assumed the driver didn't make it.
Seatbelts really do save lives, folks
I got one recently from my mother telling me a frenemy and fellow member of my Scout troop had died in a car accident. He was drunk with his buddies (friend driving) and not wearing his seatbelt, they wrapped their car around a tree and his girlfriend (only one wearing a seatbelt) was the only survivor out of four. This was only a couple months ago, too…
To the paramedic who lost their dad: I hope you seek professional help and find peace
My wif just tested positive for Alzehimers. I don't even begin to know how to tell her. If it were me, I could just off myself, but how do you tell the woman you've shared 27 years with that she's losing herself?
i am so sorry...
I hurt for you. We are here for you. I don’t know if it can be cured, but prioritize and kind of solution, even if it hurts her.
Thank you both. I honestly don't know what to say to her. I only found out because I listed my email as the contact. She's been getting confused with the computer, so I said "let them send it to me." It was actually a link to the Cleveland Clinic patient portal. When I saw the results (this is a new and very accurate test) I closed my eyes and said "please me wake up NOW!" I'm waiting for the neurologist to call so I can have some guidance. I can't type any more right now because I'm gonna start sobbing. Can't le Kellie hear that.
@@Indrid__Cold hope everything goes as well as it can. Stay strong❤️
@@Atom53185 Thanks. Really didn't expect anyone to respond. You just popped up in my recommendations.
mild perhaps compared to some of these, but my hardest one was this: i used to live and work in RV resorts and campgrounds... and there is a subset of retirees who have large expensive RVs that they live full time in as their retirement. no house. no property. no fallback. just a small house with wheels and freedom to explore as they see fit. one day i had to make the phone call to one such couple that they needed to get back to the campground as soon as possible.... their RV.... their HOME... was on fire.
the damage was minimal thankfully because of VERY fast response from both park employees and the local fire department, but it was still a rough experience
When I was 16 my very best friend and three close friends died in a single vehicle accident. I had to tell my other best friend who lived next door to me my entire life, she is three years younger than me. Her brother (also 16) couldn't bring himself to tell her. Our families have known each other for decades and have lived next door to each other for almost 50 years.
It's been 22 years and it still hurts today.
I had to tell my new wife of 2 days that her dad was kill in a car crash on his way home frome our wedding
Story 8, about the pup, broke me when I realized the dog curled up in the little girls room, probably because she was his favourite human. Favourite human = love and safety.
To that paramedic whose dad died: you need to see a professional. You need help. I hope you can find it and get peace
Listening to this made me cry. My mom died 3 years ago from cancer. She suffered so much. I was her caretaker. I hate cancer with all my heart and soul. My mom’s birthday was on the 14th. I was crying all day. I have a hard time dealing with her passing. I saw her take her final breath she died at home with us.
Being the first family member to say a speech about my dad after he killed himself was probably the hardest thing i did. Second hardest was not being big enough to help put his casket in the ground...
not sure if you read stories down here, but when i was in gr 6 there was this group of kids, who me and my friends clashed with. we never physically fought, but they often provoked us, even going as far as kicking us. so one day my class was going down the stairs, and one of the kids pushed me, so i turned around and pushed her back. she told the teacher and said that it was an accident (which it may have been) so my teacher told me to stay so she could talk to me, however before she could talk to me she had to talk to another student's (not involved in either group) parent about something. the father of the other child kept arguing with the teacher so she said i could go home. i started walking with my friend, but noticed the kids who provoked me and my friends and one of there mothers. she was glaring at me so i tried to walk in another direction, and she blocked me, and told me to go back to the teacher. my friend and i calmly explained the situation, but that was not enough for her. she started yelling at me about me bullying her kid and friends, so i tried to explain that that was not the case, and that if she had a problem with me she could talk to my parents. i even gave her their numbers. she kept yelling at me and stepping in my way so i could not leave. after trying to reason with her for about a minute on why she shouldn't argue with a child i snapped. keep in mind i had a temper back then. so i started cussing her out which only made her more mad, and she still wouldn't let me leave, so in tears, i hit her with my bag and ran away with my friend, who was supporting me the whole time. i picked up my brother and ran into the office crying. the woman followed me put the principal stopped her. now that mother is banned from school property, and if she talks to someone else's child like that ever again, charges will be pressed. i stayed home the next day still traumatized. it never came across me that an adult could behave in that way.
I came home from work to find my family in hysterics. One of our cats was dead (we still aren't so sure what killed her) and we were fairly sure it was my mother's. Her cat is very special to her as she will go out of her way to cuddle with her and sit on her lap, the only cat of ours she shared a close connection with.
My brother took the cat's body out to the garage while we tried to comfort my Mum. I look over to our other big black cat (we had two that we got in the same year, one is a kitten we found at our church and the other we specifically got so that the kitten could have a friend since all of our other cats were about 8 years older and didn't like kittens) and I was apologizing to her that her buddy was dead. To my surprise however it's my mother's cat. I point her out to my mum and sure enough it's her cat.
Now here's the hard part. My brother is still out in the garage so he doesn't know yet that it's not Mum's cat but his that just died in his arms. I had to go tell him and he went from sad to trying his best not to be hysterical.
It may not be as big of a deal to most people but we love our cats and they often help us feel better. A few years ago my brother had just lost the cat he had all of his life who was his best buddy so when we got that kitten who loved him almost as much and would wait on his bed or sit on his lap while he played video games it was very sad that he didn't get her for near as long as his last one.
When my mom was a teen she found her grandpa dead on the kitchen floor one morning. Apparently a few minutes ago he had still been alive since he had said something to her before going downstairs. He had a heart attack literally seconds after and no one realized or heard anything because my mom was drying her hair with a hair dryer and her mom (my grandmother) was sleeping still. My mom’s parents divorced when she was 8 because her dad was out cheating with a mistress and alcoholic. Although he loved my mom he would barely call after the divorce to talk to her. A few years after the divorce her grandmother died and her grandpa didn’t want to live in his house after that and came to live with my mom and grandma until he died 2-3 years after. Thankfully she only suffered the usual amount of grief a person has when a grandparent dies and wasn’t mentally affected from finding her grandfather dead, although she did find it thought to have to go and wake up my grandmother to tell her what happened.
This is kinda off topic, but I’m a STNA and I just wanna say if you put your family member in a nursing home and they are bed ridden and you notice their muscles are atrophied…you should speak to the head nurse/boss and make sure the STNA’s are stretching your family members limbs…Or you can also call state and report them for not doing their jobs correctly. Because they’re not supposed to be letting them get that bad they are supposed to be moving their limbs daily to make sure that doesn’t happen. Also same with bed sores we are supposed to flip residents every two hours to make sure bed sores don’t form. So make sure you’re learning at least a little about the care routine so you can spot a facility that isn’t doing their job correctly.
I've got two. One being the hardest thing I had to tell my sister while the second was the hardest thing I had to hear.
1.) I don't want to go into detail as it still makes me cry. Got home one morning and ended up finding sisters dog had passed on through the night.
2.) (Years after last one.) Sister called me to tell me she held my lovely drooling lovey dovey cat for his last convulsing breaths as he passed on from internal bleeding. He ended up having a punctured lung and no amount of vets were able to tell us how as he didn't have any external injuries and as far as we knew, was healthy..
So yeah. Those two were definitely some difficult times for the family.
Had to tell my older siblings our father passed away, our mother passed when we were much younger was the hardest kick to my gut ever, ended up having to break it to the rest of my family as well.
There are so so many comments I wanna make, but I’m just gonna chime in on story 33 about opiates: I have a friend who found himself in a similar situation. I think he’s still in the situation. He only gets a fraction of the pain meds he needs for several agonizing chronic problems. He was never an abuser, he’s someone who wants to get through life.
My brother phoned me sobbing and it took him over 3 minutes to say anything, and he just repeated our 18 year old cat's name over and over. He kept my cat when I moved 400 miles away for university, and then he couldn't bare giving him back, so he kept him for 9 years. Smudge got him through so much trauma after I moved out, and it was just devastating to hear him shatter on the phone.
I'll never forget the phone call when my mom told me that my dad had died in the hospital at around noon. he threw up is intubation tube and was a DNR, so there wasn't anything that could be done. this was a little over a year ago, and it still hurts. I miss him.
I've got three involving the same person!
Calling my aunt and telling her that my mom had passed away. My aunt was 20 years older than my mom and pretty much raised her.
Calling the same aunt 11 years later and telling her that my cousin(her grandson) had passed away. I was living with him at the time and discovered him.
And worse, the very same aunt just passed away this Friday. So I had to tell her slightly younger sister about it on Friday! My aunt was 75! Rip aunt Julie. I love you.
Got to “taps” 9:55 and tapped the fuck out I’m not crying you are
telling my family i was bi...only for them all to go "We know" lmfaooo
Story 31 is a classic pig butchering scheme 😢
38:37 "It's ok, not your fault" Dude, that's gotta be a warning sign. Like, I know he's grieving, but he's too calm, that dad. The dude who can save his kid essentially left that kid to die. It's understandable why the medic did what he did IN HIS PERSPECTIVE (and I agree, since that's a basic principle in disaster triaging), but c'mon, man, that's gotta warrant retaliation. Dunno, the dad's family might take issue with him being not man enough to take revenge. They might join some local militants and force him to join as family honor is effectively on the line here. I'm speaking from a position of prejudice here, but still.
12pm-1 AM phone call to a young mans mother to tell her that her son had been shot in the chest and that CPR is in progress. I can still recall that conversation and the vomiting she did when the paramedics told her that he had just been declared. It was awful and is something i hope to never have to do again.
When my nieces were younger they had a lot of pets, cats, dogs small rodents, etc. And several times I was the one who had to tell them either they're pets were dead or dying, the main 2 or 3 times that stick with me was 1.) When Sapphire was dying, Sapphire was one of their dogs pups from a first litter, my niece's mom was pulling out onto the main road to go sign up at their school for sports, basketball I think, and those girls SAW the dog get hit by an oncoming car, the main road speed is 55 but many drive 60 or faster, the dog only weighed maybe 15-20 pounds at best, sadly I knew when my dad was bringing her in that the dog was dying, her lungs were filling with blood her breathing was hoarse and rattling and getting louder as the minutes passed, she had no control of her bowels, so I knew she wouldn't survive. The girls asked if a vet could save her, I had to tell them "She wouldn't survive, even if you did take her to a vet, she was too badly injured." The girls got to say their goodbyes, crying the whole time and my dad went on and smothered her out to end her suffering. And before you start bitching about "Why didn't we take her to a emergency vet to put her down?" The dog would've died before we got there and why prolong her suffering to drive 45 minutes to kill her anyway why make her suffer longer? The ending would have been the same.
The second one was when their momma cat died suddenly and her kittens disappeared except for 2 and those two kittens died the exact same way maybe 2 years apart the first one was maybe 8 weeks old at the time we found it laying flat out in the yard, fast, rapid breathing, fast hearbeat, could not sit up or hold it's head up, limp as a wet rag. Sadly that kitten died that night. I had called my friend who was in school to become a vet tech, she confirmed my hunch while I sat there with my nieces as they held the dying kitten. And again I had to tell them "Most likely this kitten will not make it, it doesn't look good." Same thing 2 years later Cat found flat out on the ground, in the house, limp, high heart rate and shallow fast breathing, same symptoms exactly and I had again called my friend and she again confirmed my hunch and again i had to tell them their cat was dying and it did die. They didn't vaccinate the cats so it had to have been some virus passed from mother to kittens, and the one that survived the first time I'm just guessing the virus was dormant inside the cat until the conditions were right for it to spread and become active to kill the cat. But I can't say for sure, it's just a guess.
Listened to this while mining for diamonds
Seven months ago my boyfriend died, and my parents waking me up to tell me to call my boyfriends mother only to hear her break the news that her son (my boyfriend) is dead… to this day I haven’t gotten over it
Yippie now I have something to listen to in class
The teacher: umm u mean me
i liked this j cuz u didn’t comment first ❤
Here's my story: the night before my daughter and her partner were set to sign on their new home, I received a text from a mutual friend saying he had proof of her partner S-Aing her 2 kids over 10 years, which had long been suspected but could not be confirmed. Instead of going to the title office, she drove to the police station. That was exactly 3 years ago, and today he received a sentence he probably won't live through. Now the healing can begin.
This episode might not actually be preferable to the sounds in your class... it's a bit rough 😅😢
@@gamergal5233 im so sorry i hope everyone can heal and im glad everyone is safe ❤
Telling my mom that my 14 month old daughter had just died.
Story 15 I’m not crying you’re crying 😭
no one has finished this yet at the time of typing (at time of typing, video came out 31 mins ago. video is 2hrs long)
lol true
Listening to this was a bad idea
Can't say HIPAA violation.
Story 1 oof all that at 17 unfortunate op
I agree, cancer is satin.
Cancer is a lot more expensive than satin
Hello
I had to travel in Hurricane force storm just to tell this, Harry , you're a wizard.
yay
Did they replace bad narrators with bad AI?
I had to tell myself in the mirror after a week binge that my sister was indeed dead. I would have died the same way she did if not for those six minutes of lucidity. I am an angry, hateful, bitter boy who simply just spreads hate for the sake of wanting everyone else to he miserable like me.
She would not want me to be like this. She never would have wanted me to be mean.....and yet, she isn't here to stop me.
Nobody will read this and that's okay....but this is probably the last comment I'll make. I'm not sorry for the words I've said. Apologizing doesn't unsay them. It doesn't change anything on their end. Not truly, anyway.
I think i just need to go.
Hey, if this is truly your experience, please know that I believe Jesus Christ completely and thoroughly knows what you're going through, and that you are loved, seen, and known because He is in relentless pursuit of you.
you don't need to go, you need to stay.
you aren't an angry, bitter, hurtful person, you're someone who has clearly been through a lot of suffering and you still deserve happiness.
your sister may no longer be here but her memory, the positive impact she made on you, that remains, and you must keep going and get help and make her proud.
reach out to whatever services exist for mental health in your area, including the many available online and for free. you still deserve a chance to get better from whatever is hurting you and live a happy life.