First thing I must tell you, I am female. I’m telling you this, because it will become apparent as my tale continues. Around 1993, I was going to Florida for vacation. I live in South Carolina, just North of Augusta, Georgia, and to get to Florida, I would take the back roads to I-95, then on to Florida. My car at the time was a small Hyundai Excel Hatchback. The day before I left for my trip, my father had me stop by his house, to make sure everything was all right with my car, such as oil, brake fluid, tire pressure, and etc. He then noticed that the terminals on the battery were corroded, so he cleaned them with water and baking soda, and the next morning, I was on my way.
I’m not a nurse, but the nurse from the hospice who took care of my dad called me. My dad was in his final stage of pancreatic and liver cancer. Dad was always a quiet and respectful gentleman. But he was a bit feisty at the hospice. Our friend Steve came to visit and Dad took off his oxygen mask to hear him better. Dad’s nurse came in to check him and saw him with his oxygen mask off. “Mr. Benny, you’re terrible in bed,” she scolded.
He threw back his blanket and said ““hop on in and let’s see.” Our friend Steve was hysterical laughing. The nurse called me, since my dad never said it did this before. I went down there and asked ““Dad, what happened today with the nurse? I know you better than that.” Dad looked at me and said ““Baby, I’m 84 years old. I’ve been a good man all my life. Can’t I just be a little bad? How many men been bad their whole life?” I went back to the nurses station and asked if we could indulge my dad just a bit as long as it wasn’t really rude-Dad was just having a bit of fun. The ladies were wonderful. Dad joked with them and they joked right back.
Literally right up to his last day, when Dad has a stroke and peacefully passed away. So many ladies came by to touch Dad, hug and kiss me. We all cried-so many said he was like their dad, uncle, grandfather. It was dad’s way of dealing with his end-and bless him, he went exactly as he wanted. I thanked everyone at hospice with flowers, treats, and letters to the hospital and state, praising them all. And I know Dad is up there, leaving them laughing in the aisles.
Our son moved out less than a year after I left. He lives maybe 10 minutes away from his dad’s house but only goes over there to work on his truck. He hasn’t even gone in the house in a few years but he said the garage is filled top to bottom with her and her kids stuff infested with roaches.
I’m a very clean person. Our house was always nice. Decorated with really nice things. Most of the stuff I left behind. The only thing I cared about was a relationship with my son which I have a great one. Apparently she still uses my stuff that I left behind like some large area rugs and curtains also my cookware.
My boss was very threatened by me. She was the manager of the Emergency Medical Services office for the county. I was the quality manager and medical instructor. I would review the emergency reports written by the paramedics and when appropriate provide praise or constructive criticism. One to three days a week I would travel to fire departments and ambulance services and provide continuing education. The paramedics/firefighters loved when I came to the station. I was a very encouraging instructor and provided practical lessons that they could actually use in their emergency work.
By the time I got to Savannah, Georgia, I realized I needed gas, so I pulled off the exit, which I believe was exit 16 at the time, and then pulled into a small gas station, to fill up. When I finished, I went into to pay, got a receipt, walk out to my car, cranked it, and NOTHING. It wouldn’t crank, no matter how much I tried to get it to crank. I went back inside and told the 2 guys inside my problem, and they tried to crank it themselves, and couldn’t get it to crank either. they helped get my car close to one of their bays, and then hooked it up to the battery tester. Now I was looking at the tester, and could see plain as day, the arrow was showing it was charged, but these idiots, thinking I was a dumb female, told me it was dead, and I would need a new battery.