Unfiltered Story #44596

London, UK | Unfiltered

(I am a mum to a little girl aged three and a newborn daughter who had been in the NICU for two weeks after birth. My three year old develops tonsillitis just days after we come home and is very ill but then a week later also develops chickenpox from several children at nursery. My husband is deployed in the army during the whole past six months, meaning he’d missed our daughters’ birth and I was struggling on my own. This is the final straw and after taking both my girls to the hospital I am told to sit in the paediatric waiting room even though my daughter is screaming in pain and is clearly very unwell. I ring my husband in tears, he tells me to calm down and demand to at least see a nurse as she is only three years old and I have a newborn as well. At that moment my baby’s NICU nurse enters for her shift and sees me.)

Nurse: “[My Name]! Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

(Sobbing, I explain that my toddler had been diagnosed with tonsillitis the week before and now had symptoms of chickenpox as well. All the while I am holding my newborn as far away from my toddler as I can.)

Nurse: “Give [Newborn] to me. I’ll take her to NICU, she’ll need to be looked after by someone anyway because you have [Toddler] as well and there’s a chance she could be infected as she is still very small. Can you just come with us up to the desk to give consent of care and then you’ll be sorted.”

(I trust this nurse and so I give my baby to her. Five minutes later our name is called and it is confirmed that my toddler has both illnesses and will need to be taken into paediatric care to be treated as soon as possible as her veins have collapsed. I spend a few hours with her until she is asleep and then go to see my newborn in NICU.)

Nurse: “We ran some tests on her, [My Name], and she should be fine, but we want to keep her under observation for a couple of weeks to confirm she doesn’t have them too. How’s [Toddler]?”

(Two days later my husband returns home for a month on compassionate leave. Our toddler recovers quickly and our baby doesn’t get ill. I want to thank that nurse who saved my sanity and made sure we were well looked after for the two weeks we spent running between our children! She is now a good family friend and I am forever grateful that she arrived at that moment.)

Unfiltered Story #44595

PA, USA | Unfiltered

~I have been around people who talk “different”-to quote my one old teacher, my whole life. I also am a mutt, with my ancestors coming from all over, and when I talk, it sometimes shows-i.e. Me mum instead of my mom, and some other things, which you’ll see. People have tried correcting me on it, but no one’s succeeded, so it’s always there. Please keep this warning in mind as you read.~

All my life, I’ve known that, when I could, I would get tattoos. I swore that all would have an important meaning to me to a friend who died when I was younger, a majority of them would be for family. Exactly two weeks after my 16th birthday, my Grandda died. He had been sick for a while, and, after five years, knew his time was coming to an end. He knew of my plans, and while he never cared for tattoos, he would be proud of me for the fact that I stuck to my dream. January of 2016, that dream became a reality, with the first one being dedicated to him, a guitar with his initials on the body, under the bridge. Like him, my grandmum doesn’t care for tattoos, so at first was not very big on the idea. After I got it, she didn’t really say anything about it.

At the end of March this year, me Mum, Da, and I went to visit her, arriving when her help was still there, and getting to meet her for the first time. We were talking, and me Gran suddenly says to me,”Show her your tattoo, hon”. So, keeping my shock hidden, I crouched down so that she could see the top of my spine, where I have it. Gran then says,”this is what I was telling you about. She got this for her Grandpa; those are his initials.”

It meant a lot to me to know that Gran was telling people of it, even sounding proud of me, even though she doesn’t like tattoos. She might be a crazy woman-Mum, and is daughters inheriting it-but I adore her.

Unfiltered Story #44587

Toronto, ON, Canada | Unfiltered

I went to a private high school and although there were no cliques there were definitely social circles. I have really low self esteem and actually go to therapy for it. My family encouraged me to join more social clubs so after some failures (cross country isn’t for me or my asthma) I decide to join yearbook in grade 12, which is a club consisting of 8 other girls and two teachers.

Our yearbook includes our grad trip so our teacher advisors encouraged us to take pictures while on the trip.

While on the trip, the other girls in the club take pictures and include me but as soon as the pictures are done they disperse and I feel left alone.

On the last day of the trip we go to 6 flags. There’s a huge water fountain at 6 flags and one of the other girls in yearbook wants to take a picture in front of it with me.

Me: *jokingly* Smile and pretend that we like each other [this is something my family says to each other as a joke]

Girl: [My Name] I think everyone likes you.

This girl had no one how amazing she made me feel and I felt more confident and comfortable with my classmates then I had in all 4 years with them.

Thank you Tali, you’ll never know how much this means to me.

Unfiltered Story #44586

Toronto, ON, Canada | Unfiltered

I’ve been having problems Uplodading stories so sorry if this is the third time you’ve gotten this submission:

I see a women and her duaghter come into the store. The daughter looks just like me as a kid before I entered puberty.

I happen to check them out and as I’m checking them out I decide to bring up our resemblance:

Me: Your daughter looks JUST like me as a kid.

Women: *looks me up and down and smiles* Oh, it’s good to see she turns out okay.

I have had self esteem issues growing up and this made my day! Thank you random women!

Unfiltered Story #44585

Appleton | Unfiltered

The other day I was driving home from work and realized that my car was pulling off to the side. I managed to get to a nearby gas station, hoping that the damage wasn’t too bad. Upon getting out and checking, it was worse. Had three rather large holes in the tire, and suffice to say the weather was crap. I was in the middle of changing the tire when a stranger came over to check if I needed help, and let me know that the rim wasn’t too damaged. Thank you, random stranger, for helping raise the spirit of a college kid stuck changing a tire in the rain. It made the whole experience a lot brighter.

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