Taylor had always been stubborn, but his refusal to trust doctors led to a moment of reckoning that changed everything.
One evening, after dinner, his wife Polly brought up hiring a nanny. She was overwhelmed with managing three children, a job, and the house. Taylor, however, dismissed the idea immediately.
“A nanny? That’s a waste of money,” he said, shaking his head.
Polly tried to reason with him, explaining that their children still needed attention, but he was firm in his belief. His mother had raised him alone, and he had turned out successful. He saw no reason why Polly couldn’t do the same.
Days later, Polly fainted in their living room. Their eldest, Mark, panicked and called Taylor. “Should I call 911?” the boy asked.
“No! Call Mara next door. I’ll be home soon,” Taylor instructed.
By the time he arrived, their neighbor, a nurse, was checking on Polly. She strongly advised a medical check-up, but Taylor refused. His deep-seated distrust of doctors stemmed from childhood trauma—his mother had been misdiagnosed, leading to her untimely death. Because of this, he insisted on home births for their children and avoided hospitals at all costs.
Mara eventually convinced him to let Polly get bloodwork, which revealed she had anemia. After some treatment, she recovered, but Taylor still refused to consider a nanny.
One morning, as he rushed out for an important meeting, he got stuck in traffic. Frustrated, he pounded the steering wheel. Suddenly, he heard sirens behind him. An ambulance was trying to get through, but Taylor refused to move.
“They always fake emergencies to bypass traffic,” he muttered.
The driver behind him rolled down his window. “Move! There’s a patient in there!”
Taylor ignored him. Moments later, the ambulance driver himself got out and begged Taylor to let them through.
“There’s a child in the back who needs urgent care,” the driver pleaded.
Taylor scoffed. “Doctors won’t help. I’m not moving.”
With no choice, the ambulance maneuvered onto a sidewalk and disappeared. Taylor remained indifferent, focused only on reaching his meeting on time.
Minutes into his meeting, his phone buzzed. Polly was calling repeatedly. Annoyed, he ignored it until a message popped up: “Mark is in the hospital! Call me ASAP!”
His heart sank. He rushed to the hospital, barely breathing. When he arrived, Polly stood outside the operating room with their other children, tears streaming down her face.
“He had a head injury, Taylor. He’s in surgery,” she sobbed.
Taylor hugged his family, trying to reassure them, though he was barely holding himself together. Hours later, a surgeon approached them.
“The surgery went well,” the doctor informed them. “But if he had arrived any later, it could’ve been a different story.”
Taylor’s body went cold. “Traffic jam?” he asked.
Polly nodded. “It was awful. The driver even argued with some stubborn man who refused to move.”
Taylor’s throat tightened. He had been the one blocking Mark’s ambulance.
Guilt crushed him. He sat down, head in his hands, and wept. He had almost cost his son his life.
Later, after Mark was stable, Taylor sought out the ambulance driver. The moment he saw the older man, Taylor hugged him.
“I’m sorry. I was the one who blocked you,” Taylor admitted. “I could’ve lost my son because of my own stubbornness. Thank you for saving him.”
The driver, James, was taken aback but accepted the apology. They talked, and Taylor learned that James still worked because his wife needed an expensive surgery.
Without hesitation, Taylor offered him a better-paying job as his personal driver. James accepted, and over time, he became more than just an employee—he became part of the family.
A few months later, Taylor extended another offer.
“James, would your wife be interested in working as our nanny?”
James was touched. “She’d love that. She adores kids, but we never had any of our own.”
Taylor smiled. “Then it’s settled.”
Mark’s accident had been a wake-up call. Money wasn’t just for hoarding—it was meant to improve lives. He learned to trust doctors, value his family more, and always, always move aside for an ambulance.
