Story time everyone. This is a very personal story of mine that I'm ready to share.
>It was six years ago my wife gave birth to our beauitful son
>I was 20 at the time, she was 20 also.
>For the first year she took care of him, I had taken up a really great job in accounting and made great money
>Life was good, I had a family that loved me, owned a nice car payed in full, birthdays, Christmas, everything you could imagine
>It was then that one November night I remember getting a phone call
If anyone is lurking, let me know, I will continue.
>I was taking care of my son that evening as my wife went in for a late job interview
>I answer the phone with my son resting in my arms while we watched Blues Clues together
>All I can remember is my mind going numb, a ringing in my ears. I dropped the phone and my son got my attention.
>"Daddy what's wrong" he asked me in the most innocent way.
>"Nothing son" I reassured him as I picked my phone back up and hung it up. I then called my sister and asked her to watch my son for me.
>I had to go to the hospital, I was told the wing and floor. I knew why I was going there but it didn't make sense.
>When I arrived I went to the desk and after several minutes was greeted by a surgeon.
>He explained what happened to me, still nothing made sense.
>He brought me into a room, it was dim in there, and I saw my wife laying there. Her face looked asleep. Her hair was perfectly done.
>Blood was all over, leasions all over, but her hair I remember, not a strand out of place. A small cut lined her right cheek. She was pale and cold.
>I was there to identify her body. Declared dead at 8:04P.M.
>The next few days as you could imagine were unreal. I had to plan my wife's funeral all while caring for my son. Her parents helped to offer pay for half but I refused. I still let them pick what they wanted for the most part, this was their daughter.
>The wake was busy, my son was too young to understand the situation, I couldn't bare to let him see her that night, my sister cared for him that night.
>After the funeral everything calm to a halt. I was now a single father. I had a full time job and a one and a half year old son to care for.
>I realized this would not work. I had talked to my boss who had made a deal with me, they would hire a temporary worker for six months, if I could not come back then the position would be filled. This perhaps was one of the nicest things I've ever seen in the corporate world.
Why hasn't this website been shut the fuck down already? FBI must be aware of the sociopaths that roam this fucking board.
Its disgusting. I find it funny how you faggots find humor in every tragedy, yet you are that one faggot in the back of the class who no one even knows is there. There's nothing funny about this.
I wish you fucks experienced tragedy similar to this. Maybe it will restore your long lost humanity.
>I accepted the offer, and began to try and heal the situation for not only myself, but for my son. His mother was now gone, forever. A woman he saw everyday, he would never see again.
>Four months went by, I still had enough money to get by, I had downsized and sold our house and moved into a two bedroom apartment. I also sold my car and got something less expensive.
>Six months is coming up and my son now turns two. I met a girl and we had gone out on several occasions. I didn't know anything really about her, but to have someone new in my life I could talk to made it all the more better for me.
>All I knew is that she was a nurse at a local hospital. She had no family and I had never been to or seen her place.
>I decided I would take my job back and was going to set up my son with a day care, my new friend told me she would take care of him for me until it gets set up so I can go to work.
>The first few times went great, but then it got odd.
>She would stop answering my calls during the day, and often seemed upset with me when I picked my son up.
>One night I went to pick him up she threatened she would call the police on me for hurting my son. I loved my son more than anything in the world. She said she found bruises but when I asked to see she refused.
>I threatened to in turn go to the police, that's when I took my son and after several days of not talking she called to apologise. She said she had lost her father and she was out of it. I was weary but I accepted.
>After a week I decided that I'd let my son go to her place for one last day before he began day care. That day topped every other day in my life as the worst possible thing that could have ever happened to me.
>She didn't answer her phone that evening, so I went to the house and it was empty. Car was gone, everything. I looked inside and the entire place was empty except for a few boxes.
>I called 911 and then broke into the house without thinking, all while on the phone with the operator. I was in tears at this point. My son, the only thing I had left was gone without a trace.
>The police arrived, and they took my statement. My sister and father came to the scene to comfort me while we pieced everything together.
>An Amber Alert was issued for the city. Local police were searching all over. My sister's fiance was a police officer in the next county over so he pulled some strings and additional searching commenced in the surrounding counties.
>That night I was at the police station in a room with my sister and father.
>Everything clouded my mind, this seemed impossible.
>This was something you see in movies or on tv, it couldn't happen to me.
>First my wife, now my son, everything in this life I had, taken and ripped from me.
>Suddenly I hear the door open.
>The detective that was working my case walked in and asked us to step outside.
>My father put his hands on my shoulders and said in a low voice "It's all going to be alright".
>My father was getting older, and hearing him say that took me back.
>Everything he did for me growing up, everytime he was there for me. A few tears rolled down my face rather quickly.
>I was still able to hold it together.
>I rushed out into where the detectives were and a few uniformed officers and they were listening to their radios.
>There was nothing, no sound, not a single word out of anyone's mouth. The entire staff near us was not making any sound, everyone was focused on the radio.
>"Dispatch" I hear a struggling voice say.
>"Car is in front of us, red sedan, looks like a 99 Toyota"
>I had so many mixed emotions in that instant
>That was her car
>"Unit 4-5 and 410 on felony traffic stop requesting additionals to our location" is what came through as blaring sirens and faint screaming played along.
>I heard a womans voice screaming, the officers left their mics open on purpose.
>Every second passed so slowly.
>"Child is in the back" I heard one officer say.
>All the sudden I hear a shuffle.
>Everyone is screaming, I heard loud bangs on the car, hitting and slapping.
>"We've got her" i heard another officer say out of breath.
>The woman I trusted, the one who stole my child, her voice came on the radio in the background.
>"I just wanted a son of my own, i can't have kids" She was crying and screaming for her innocence.
>A feeling of disgust about her came over me.
>Then I hear another officer talking.
>"It's okay kid, we've got you"
>"You're going to go see your dad"
>Then the voice I thought I'd never hear again comes over the radio
>"Dad-dad" I hear come out of his frightend voice, it was like he was suddenly happy or had a calm sense come over him
>I almost collapsed at that moment, everything that came crashing down was suddenly lifted and the feeling was undescribable.
>The police officer confirmed that the woman was in custody
>They then confirmed the child was secured
>They did what they had to do at the scene, my sisters fiance came over the radio and told me to hold tight
>I was surprised he did that, but I still felt all these emotions
>I was happier and more eleived then ever, but still scared and pissed all at the same time
>Then I hear someone whisper to be quiet off in the distance
I see you really like canines and owls, OP. I like pigeons.
>I turned around with a few other people around the desk and look over on the far side of the room
>I see my son walk in wrapped in a blanket, being carried by a police officer.
>My sister's fiance followed behind and they handed my son off to me.
>A moment of silence fell over everyone again.
>I just stood there in that instant holding my son.
>He was apart of me, and a part of my wife.
>I know the only reason he's with me is because of these officers.
>I was numb again, the only feeling I knew from when my wife died.
>This time, the numbness wasn't the same though, it was different.
>I can't describe how it felt exactly though.
>That night I went to my sisters and stayed there with my son.
>Over time we got on our feet again.
>I went into work and talked to my boss.
>I decided it would be best for me to move on.
>That year I decided to get a fresh start.
>I moved across the country to a new city. I have family here so I wasn't alone moving.
>Four months after moving a met a woman at my new job. I was 23 and this girl was 21. We hit it off.
>After 8 months I asked her to marry me, later that year we had a daughter of our own. We bought a new house too.
>Now my two kids, 6 and 3, and my wife are all cuddled on the couch watching a movie while finish work on the computer.
Everything works out, no matter how far life drags you down, I want everyone here to realize you have a chance to take everything bad in your life and overcome it. Start right now. I still miss my first wife dearly, but I know that I gave to move forward too.
Good luck in all you do out there everyone.
A surprising happy ending, OP. Thanks for sharing your story and not dinosuaring us.
What triggered you to share this with us OP? Just trying to send out a nice message?
One of the few heart-warming stories I've read on /b/
Not going to be an asshole here. Thanks again.
Well, it's been several years, and lately I've been thinking quite a lot about the events of my life in general. Everything seems to be going so well now compared to ever before, and I think I felt compelled to share some sort of message with others that it's never the end.
I wondered about that first question too.
I don't write, never really ever bothered writing stories before either, why?
Also, I love dogs, especially beagles, and the owl photos are what I had on hand.
She's going to be in jail for a long time, apparently she had past allegations against kids for various things. I think at least 15 years before possibility of parole or something. I do think the judge sympathized with me due to the situation.
You could be an inspirational author OP. I'd say go for it. It doesn't take too much and the support you could gain from publishers would be insurmountable. They love a good story that they know will sell You have a great story and you don't have to do it for the money, but instead to teach a lesson. It will also really give your kids something to look back on when their older.
This is an amazing story OP, that is, if it's true.
I don't know who you are or where you are, but that doesn't matter. Good luck, I'm glad you got your son back. You sound like an amazing father.
put it together in paint
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I think OP created this story, now I mean it's a great story and if he did create it then I give you even more props. I wanna know if any of you guys would be mad if he admitted it was fiction?
I'm glad she's locked up for so long. Definitely deserved it for being such a psycho.
I don't really know why he'd do that, it seems genuine. I'd be disappointed but not really mad.
I'd be sad it wasn't true, due to the fact it was such a heartwarming story. But I'm skeptical and think he's a good writer if it actually is fake. I would want him to admit if it was fiction. Yeah OP, you heard me. Admit it.
Well in that case, I did create this story. I always see dinos and what not, figured everyone need a heartwarming story for a change. I really do not write, never even gave it a chance. I really do appreciate everyone saying they like it though.
Really hope you guys aren't mad, from what you've said maybe I will give writing a chance, and even expand on this.
God damn. I'm actually somewhat crushed. I know it's retarded because it's just a story on the internet but it kind of gave me hope. Even beagle puppies won't do it this time.
What kind of title would you guys give this story? You are some pretty awesome anons.
Damn, you beat me. I'll put mine up too if there are other people bothered by 4chan's god-awful default CSS.
I don't think you could ever understand how much I needed this right in this moment. Thank you, OP.