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Racist Cop Kicks a BLACK Pregnant Woman, but He’s Shocked to Find Out Who Her Husband Is –
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The sun was just beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. The air was warm, and Maya Johnson, a Black pregnant woman in her late 20s, drove slowly, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She had just finished her doctor’s appointment and was eager to get home to her husband, Jordan. She could feel their baby moving gently in her belly, and despite the usual discomfort of her third trimester, she felt a sense of peace.
But that peace didn’t last long. In her rearview mirror, Maya noticed flashing lights—a police car right behind her. A knot formed in her stomach. She hadn’t been speeding, and she knew her taillights were working fine. Why was she being pulled over? She took a deep breath and slowly pulled to the side of the road, trying to calm her nerves…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
As a Black woman, Maya had heard too many stories about what could go wrong during encounters with the police. Her husband, Jordan Lewis, had made a career out of defending people who had faced police brutality. Maya thought back to the stories he shared with her at the dinner table: people who were hurt, families torn apart because of a single moment of injustice. Now, she was in that same terrifying situation.
Her heart raced as she watched the police officer, a white man with a hard, cold expression, approach her car. He moved with an air of arrogance, his hand resting on his holster. Officer Reynolds—his name was stitched on his uniform, but it was his attitude that struck Maya most: the way he looked at her, the way his eyes narrowed as if he had already judged her. He saw her as a threat, not as a person.
Maya rolled down her window just enough to hear him clearly.
“License and registration,” he barked, not bothering with a polite greeting. His tone was rough, his face void of any kindness.
Maya’s hands shook as she reached for her purse to get her ID. She felt the baby kick hard, a reminder of her vulnerability in that moment. She handed over her license and registration without saying a word, hoping that if she kept quiet, nothing bad would happen.
Reynolds took her documents without even looking at them and stared at her through the window. “What are you doing out here?” he demanded, his voice dripping with suspicion.
Maya blinked in confusion. “I was just coming back from my doctor’s appointment. I’m on my way home,” she explained, her voice soft but steady. She tried to keep calm, but her heart was pounding.
Reynolds didn’t seem to care. He looked her over with narrowed eyes, as if waiting for her to slip up, to give him some reason to escalate the situation. There was a thick silence as he studied her, and Maya felt her throat tighten. Something wasn’t right.
“What’s in the car?” Reynolds asked suddenly, his tone sharp. “Any drugs? Weapons?”
He leaned down slightly, his face coming closer to the window. Maya’s heart skipped a beat.
“No, officer, I don’t have anything like that,” she replied, her hands now gripping the steering wheel tightly. This wasn’t normal. He was treating her like a criminal for no reason.
Maya tried to keep her voice calm, but fear was creeping into her words. She wasn’t sure how to handle this. Should she stay quiet or stand up for herself?
Reynolds wasn’t satisfied. “Step out of the car,” he said, taking a step back.
Maya’s stomach dropped. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why was he asking her to get out?
“Officer, is there a reason?” she asked carefully, trying not to sound confrontational, but inside she was terrified. She glanced around, hoping someone might see what was happening, hoping for a witness. There were no cars on this street, no one walking by.
Reynolds’ patience seemed to snap. He slammed his hand on the roof of the car, his voice rising with aggression. “I said, get out of the car. Now!”
His face twisted in anger, and Maya felt the full weight of the situation crash down on her. This wasn’t just a traffic stop—this was something darker.
Slowly, her hands trembling, Maya unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the door. She moved slowly, her large belly making it difficult to move quickly, but Reynolds wasn’t giving her any time. As soon as her feet hit the ground, before she could fully stand, she felt the sharp, brutal force of his boot against her side.
Maya screamed in pain as she fell to the ground, clutching her stomach. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and for a terrifying moment, all she could think about was her baby. The kick had landed dangerously close to her abdomen, and she could barely breathe.
What had just happened? Why had he done that?
She looked up at Reynolds in shock, her vision blurry from the tears welling in her eyes. Reynolds stood over her, towering, his expression cold and indifferent.
“Stay down,” he growled, as if she was the one in the wrong, as if she had somehow deserved this.
Maya gasped for air, her hand instinctively cradling her belly, trying to feel for movement, for any sign that her baby was okay. Her mind raced in a million directions. How could this be happening? How could he just attack her like that—a pregnant woman, for no reason?
She had heard about these things happening to others, but never in her worst nightmares had she thought it would happen to her.
Lying on the ground, Maya’s thoughts turned to Jordan. Jordan, her husband, had fought tirelessly against men like Reynolds. He had taken on countless cases, standing up for people who had been mistreated by the very system meant to protect them. And now, here she was, a victim of that same abuse.
Would she even make it home to tell him what had happened?
The world around her felt distant, like she was floating in a haze of shock and pain. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud in her ears as she tried to pull herself together, tried to think clearly. What could she do? What should she do? She needed help. She needed someone to see this, someone to stop this man before things got worse.
But there was no one here. No witnesses. Just her and this racist cop who had already shown he had no problem hurting her.
Maya’s phone was still in the car. If she could just reach it, she could call Jordan. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. But could she move without making things worse?
Reynolds stood over her, breathing heavily, his hand still resting on his holster as if he were waiting for her to make a wrong move. The power dynamic was clear—he thought he was in control, thought he could do whatever he wanted to her, and no one would care. But he didn’t know.
He didn’t know who her husband was. He didn’t know the kind of man Jordan was or the lengths he would go to protect his family. Reynolds had no idea that the woman he had just kicked had a husband who would stop at nothing to bring him to justice.
And that was the mistake that would cost him everything.
The world felt frozen for a moment, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on Maya like a crushing force. But deep inside, she felt something stronger than fear—something that had been there all along, hidden beneath the terror and the pain: determination. She wasn’t going to let this end here, not like this, not today.
She could still feel the harsh impact of Officer Reynolds’ boot as she sat in her living room that night, replaying the entire traumatic event in her mind. It felt surreal, how a simple drive to the grocery store had turned into something out of a nightmare. The cold ground beneath her, the pain in her side, and the officer’s sneer were etched deeply into her memory. Yet what hurt her more than the physical pain was the overwhelming sense of helplessness. She had done nothing wrong, and yet she had been treated like a criminal. Why? Because of the color of her skin.
The evening was quiet, the only sound being the ticking of the clock on the wall. Maya glanced at it absentmindedly, realizing she had been home for hours but hadn’t told Jordan what had happened. She didn’t know how to. He had been in court all day, fighting to expose injustice, and here she was, sitting in the middle of her own personal horror.
How would he react? How could she explain that she had been attacked, not just by anyone, but by a white police officer—the very kind of injustice he was constantly fighting against?
She winced as she shifted on the couch, the soreness in her stomach reminding her of the brutality she had endured. As her hand rested on her growing belly, a deep wave of emotion swept over her. What if the baby had been hurt? She had been too scared to even think about it during the attack, but now that fear consumed her entirely.
She could still hear the officer’s voice in her head, demanding that she step out of the car, his tone full of impatience and authority. “Step out of the car,” he had yelled, without explaining why. She had tried to remain calm, to explain that she was pregnant and had done nothing wrong. But he didn’t care. All he saw was a Black woman who wasn’t obeying him fast enough, and before she knew it, she was on the ground and he was walking away as if nothing had happened.
Maya’s phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Jordan: “Headed home. Long day. I love you.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she read the message. How was she supposed to tell him what had happened? She looked at the front door, half expecting him to walk in any second, his strong presence filling the room. Jordan was always the one who made her feel safe. He was the fighter in their relationship, the one who stood up to the powerful, and he did it with such calm, methodical strength. But today, the battle had come to their front door. Today, it had knocked her down—quite literally.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed again. It was a video link from her friend Lisa, with a message underneath: “Is this you?”
Maya’s stomach dropped as she clicked the link. The video began playing immediately. It was shaky, clearly filmed on someone’s phone, but she recognized the scene right away. The camera was pointed at her car, and she could see herself stepping out—her face a mix of confusion and fear. The next moment, she was being shoved to the ground by Officer Reynolds.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched herself fall, helplessly clutching her stomach as she hit the pavement. The video wasn’t long, but it was long enough. Long enough to show the world what had happened. Long enough to capture the moment when a white officer, full of power and authority, used unnecessary violence against a pregnant Black woman for no reason.
She could hear the murmur of the people filming, their shocked gasps as the officer’s boot connected with her side. “This is crazy,” one of them had whispered. “She didn’t do anything.”
Maya’s fingers hovered over the screen as the video came to an end. She felt numb. There it was, all laid out in pixels and sound: the assault, the racial bias, the complete disregard for her humanity. It had all been caught on camera, and now the world could see it too.
Her phone buzzed again, another message from Lisa: “I’m so sorry this happened to you. People are sharing this everywhere. We’re behind you, Maya.”
Behind her. Maya’s mind raced as the reality of the situation set in. People were seeing this. Strangers were watching the moment she was attacked, and they were taking sides. Some, like Lisa, were undoubtedly supportive. But others… what would they say?
Maya knew how these things played out. She had seen it before with other Black victims of police violence. There would be those who blamed her, who said she must have done something wrong—that she wasn’t following the officer’s commands quickly enough. They would try to justify what had happened to her. They always did.
But there was no justification. Not this time. Not with her. She hadn’t been speeding. She hadn’t been reckless. She hadn’t done anything but drive down the road, and yet, this was how it ended. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>
The front door opened quietly, and Maya looked up to see Jordan standing in the doorway, his briefcase in one hand, his eyes searching her face. He could sense something was wrong immediately—the tension in the air, the heaviness in her posture.
“Maya?” he asked softly, stepping closer. “What happened?”
Her throat tightened as she tried to find the words. She didn’t want to break down. She didn’t want to add to the stress he was already dealing with. But as soon as she saw the worry in his eyes, the dam broke.
“He… he kicked me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
Jordan’s expression hardened. “Who kicked you?”
“A police officer,” she replied, tears beginning to blur her vision. “Today. I was just driving, and he pulled me over, and then… then he kicked me.”
Jordan’s hand dropped his briefcase to the floor as he moved quickly to her side, his hands gently cradling her face, his eyes wide with concern.
“Maya, are you hurt? Is the baby okay?”
“I think so,” she said, her voice cracking, “but I’m scared, Jordan. It happened so fast, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop it.”
Jordan’s jaw clenched, and she could see the anger building behind his usually calm exterior. He was furious, and rightfully so. Maya had seen him get angry before, but this was different. This was personal.
“Who was the officer?” he asked, his voice low.
“I don’t know his name,” she admitted, “but there’s video. People filmed it. I just saw it.”
She handed him the phone, the video already queued up. Jordan watched in silence as the video played, his face becoming more rigid with each passing second. When it ended, he let out a slow, controlled breath, though she could tell it was taking every ounce of his strength not to explode.
“This is why we fight,” he finally said, his voice shaking with rage. “This right here. This is why I go to court every day. But this… Maya… this happened to you, to our family.”
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to stop him.”
Jordan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the protective anger that had ignited within him. This wasn’t just about the work he did—this was about protecting his wife and his child from a world that didn’t seem to care about their lives.
“We’re going to fight this,” he said, his voice a mixture of pain and determination. “We’re going to hold him accountable.”
Maya pulled away slightly, her eyes searching his. “What if it’s not enough? What if he gets away with it like they always do?”
Jordan shook his head. “Not this time. Not with you. Not with our family.”
Maya’s phone buzzed again, this time with more messages from friends and strangers alike. She hadn’t even realized how fast the video was spreading. Within hours, it seemed like the entire world was watching, waiting to see what would happen next.
As Jordan looked down at the messages, his mind was already turning. The pieces were falling into place. This was the fight of his life, and now it was personal. He wasn’t just fighting for justice in the abstract anymore—he was fighting for Maya, for their unborn child, and for the countless others who had faced the same kind of violence and discrimination.
And he wasn’t going to let Officer Reynolds get away with this.
Not this time.As the weight of everything that had happened sank in, Maya and Jordan sat in silence, their minds racing in different directions. The news was spreading quickly, and soon, this would be more than just their fight—it would become a public reckoning.
Jordan was no stranger to these battles, but this one felt different. It wasn’t just a case in his courtroom; it was his wife, their baby, their future. He stood up abruptly, his hands trembling with both anger and resolve. He knew what had to be done.
“Maya, I need to make some calls,” Jordan said softly, his voice tight with the fury he was trying to keep in check. “We need to get ahead of this. I’m going to call a few people and make sure this doesn’t get swept under the rug.”
Maya nodded, still in shock from the day’s events, but she trusted Jordan. She knew he wouldn’t rest until this officer was held accountable. As he stepped into the next room, his phone already pressed to his ear, Maya took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. The fear, the pain, the anger—it was all still there, but she knew she couldn’t let it consume her. Not now.
Jordan’s voice filtered in from the other room. He was calling colleagues, civil rights organizations, and reporters—anyone who could help ensure that Officer Reynolds would not escape this. The more Jordan spoke, the more the pieces of the fight began to come together. He knew this would be a long battle, but he was ready. This time, he wasn’t just a lawyer; he was a husband, a father, a man determined to protect his family at all costs.
Back in the living room, Maya’s phone buzzed incessantly. Messages from friends, acquaintances, and even strangers filled her inbox. Some offered words of comfort, others rage on her behalf. But it was the message from Lisa that caught her attention again: “Maya, this is going viral fast. People are organizing a protest. You need to be ready.”
A protest? Maya hadn’t even had time to process what was happening to her personally, let alone think about the wider impact. But now, it was out of her control. This was becoming bigger than her, bigger than their family—it was becoming a movement. People wanted to fight, not just for her but for all the women, men, and children who had suffered the same injustice at the hands of law enforcement.
The thought of it both overwhelmed and empowered her. As she stared at her phone, watching the notifications roll in, Maya felt a shift. She wasn’t just a victim; she was part of something much larger. She wasn’t going to let Officer Reynolds define her or her family’s future. If people were rallying behind her, then she would stand tall and fight with them.
Jordan returned to the room, his face determined but softening when he saw her sitting there, lost in thought. “Maya,” he said, walking over and kneeling in front of her, “this is going to be hard. The department is going to push back. They’ll spin the story and try to paint you as the villain. But we have the truth on our side.”
Maya looked into his eyes, feeling the strength he always gave her. “I’m ready, Jordan,” she whispered. “I’m ready to fight, for us and for our baby.”
Jordan took her hand and nodded. “I’ve already spoken to some people. Civil rights groups are already on this, and the video… it’s everywhere. We can’t let them get away with it. I’ll start preparing the lawsuit, but I need you to be strong, okay?”
“I will be,” Maya said, her voice firmer now. “I’m not going to let him get away with it. I can’t.”
For the next few days, their world was a whirlwind. Calls from the press, meetings with lawyers, conversations with activists—everything was moving fast. Maya and Jordan barely had time to breathe. The video of Maya’s assault had spread far beyond their city. News outlets across the country picked it up, and people were demanding answers. The protest Lisa mentioned was becoming real, with plans for people to gather outside the police station within the next 48 hours.
As the movement grew, so did the backlash. On social media, there were comments—some sympathetic, but others filled with anger and prejudice. The usual rhetoric surfaced, blaming Maya for not complying fast enough, or suggesting that the officer had acted in self-defense, despite the clear evidence to the contrary.
Jordan was prepared for this. He knew how the media and the system worked to protect their own. But he also knew that this time, they had undeniable proof. They had the video. And most importantly, they had the voices of the people who were rising up in solidarity.
The night before the protest, Maya and Jordan sat in their living room, exhausted from the days that had passed but resolute in their commitment. The air was heavy with anticipation, but they knew that tomorrow would be a turning point. Jordan’s hand rested on Maya’s belly as they sat in silence, their thoughts swirling around what was to come.
“They won’t silence us,” Jordan said softly, almost to himself.
Maya looked at him, her heart swelling with love and pride. “No, they won’t.”
The next day, they arrived at the protest just as it was getting started. Hundreds of people were already there, holding signs that read “Justice for Maya,” “End Racist Policing,” and “We Stand With Maya.” It was surreal. Maya had never expected to be at the center of something so large, but now, standing in the middle of the crowd, she felt a strange mixture of fear and empowerment.
Jordan stayed close to her, his protective presence a constant source of comfort. They were approached by local organizers who expressed their solidarity and offered Maya the opportunity to speak. She wasn’t sure she was ready, but looking at the crowd, seeing the faces of so many people who had come to support her, she knew she had to say something.
With Jordan by her side, Maya took the microphone, her voice shaking at first but growing stronger with every word. “I never thought I’d be standing here,” she began, her voice carried over the crowd. “I was just driving home from a doctor’s appointment. I didn’t do anything wrong. But that officer saw me as a threat—he saw me as less than human.”
The crowd was silent, listening intently. Maya continued, her confidence growing. “But I am not less than. I am not invisible. And I am not going to be silenced. Not today, not ever. This isn’t just about me. This is about every Black woman, every Black man, and every Black child who has been treated like their lives don’t matter. But we do matter. And we will not stop fighting until justice is served.”
The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices echoing through the streets. Maya stood tall, feeling the power of the moment wash over her. This was just the beginning, but for the first time in days, she felt hope.
As the protest continued, more people spoke, sharing their own experiences with police brutality and systemic racism. It was a powerful display of unity, and Maya knew that they were making a difference. The fight for justice had only just begun, but she and Jordan were ready.
That evening, as they sat together, exhausted but uplifted, Jordan turned to Maya and said, “We’re going to win this, Maya. I can feel it. This is bigger than us, but we’re going to win.”
Maya nodded, feeling the same hope rise within her. “Yes, we are.”
And with that, they prepared for the long road ahead, knowing that they had the truth, the people, and each other. This fight was far from over, but they were ready to see it through to the end. Justice was coming—and Maya, Jordan, and their growing family would be at the heart of it.
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Woman mourned the death of her husband at his funeral ‘only to find him at her doorstep 4 days later’!
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The unfortunate woman, Victoria, told local news outlets that she ended the year with a tragedy. During a visit to the local hospital, she was told by hospital staff that her husband, Julio, passed away from c0ronavirus.
She reportedly identified the body that she was shown in the hospital morgue, after which the medical staff released the corpse to the grieving wife.
Making arrangements to pay the last respects to her husband, Victoria, arranged to have Julio’s body be taken 30 miles away from the hospital to her village in Honduras.
She then spent one entire night surrounded by distressed relatives as they had an all-night wake before his final burial the next day…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
On the day of the funeral, Julio’s children saw the open coffin and found something amiss. They took a look at the body and wondered whether it was really that of their father’s.
But despite their doubts, the relatives reportedly went ahead with the ceremony and the man was laid to rest in a funeral that Victoria spent more than $430.
In the days that followed, Victoria continued grieving for her husband until, out of nowhere, she saw Julio himself arrive back at their house on the fourth day since the funeral was held.
“That wasn’t my husband who died, because I have my husband here now. I recognised him,” the wife said, as quoted by the Daily Mail.
It was only after her husband returned home that Victoria discovered he had been missing for a few days because he went for a walk and fell over at a spot in the neighboring municipality.
Unable to get up, the man spent several days there, surviving without anything to drink or eat. He was later found injured in a field before his return home. Although her husband was back, it also meant that she buried a complete stranger in her village and her family has no idea who they were grieving for. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>
“I would like them to give me back some of what I spent, because they gave me the body of someone I don’t know,” Victoria shared.
“The authorities at the morgue should have properly examined him to see if it was really him.”
But on the other hand, the hospital said that the wife was to blame for misidentifying the man as her husband. They confirmed that the man arrived with Covid-19, and because of his serious condition, he didn’t survive in the hospital for more than a few hours.
The hospital staff had a look at the picture Victoria was carrying of her husband, and they found him to resemble the body of the man in the morgue. In addition to this, Victoria herself recognized the body at the time as that of her husband’s.
The hospital director reportedly said, “The logical thing was to bring the body back so we could investigate.
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The restaurant was packed with hungry customers busy eating at their tables when the customers’ attention shifted to a four-year-old girl named Kayla running towards her mom. Kayla’s face was filled with tears, and she was hysterically crying when she reached her mom’s arm. While Kayla’s mom, Nicole, was comforting her daughter, she asked her daughter what was wrong. Kayla was still crying and couldn’t speak; she continued sobbing like she was in deep pain. That was when Nicole started scanning her daughter’s body and saw what was wrong.
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It was during New Year’s Day when Nicole and her daughter Kayla decided to spend their day at the park and buy some food at McDonald’s. It was Kayla’s favorite fast food. The two were so excited to spend time together and bond at the park. While Nicole was closing their front door, she turned to Kayla and asked her if she was ready to have fun. Kayla nodded her head with excitement, having no idea what was about to come to them.
When Nicole and Kayla arrived at the park, the piercing sun was shimmering down on them. It was a perfect bright day to spend at the park. Kayla immediately ran towards the roundabout and asked her mom to spin her. You could hear Kayla’s giggle throughout the playground while her mom was spinning her. Nicole’s phone started ringing, and she turned around to answer the call while Kayla got off the roundabout to go to the slides.
While Nicole was busy talking on her phone, she suddenly heard a scream. Nicole quickly ended her call when she realized it was Kayla. The moment Nicole got off the phone, she turned around to find Kayla had fallen from the slide and scratched her head. She was so worried about what had happened and continued comforting her daughter while she was sobbing. After a while, when Kayla had finally calmed down, she asked her mom if she could get food already.
Nicole immediately stood up and told her daughter, “Yes, of course, dear.” The two left the park and drove off to the nearest McDonald’s, which was about 10 minutes away from where they were. Little did Nicole know that it would have been better if they just ate somewhere else. When Nicole and Kayla arrived at McDonald’s and walked into the restaurant, they noticed that the place was filled with people. Nicole’s attention was caught by a group of teenagers that were seated in the corner of the restaurant.
The group was listening to music while sipping on their soda. Two of the teenagers suddenly turned their look at Nicole and her daughter and sniggered. What could those two be thinking? It was mentioned earlier the restaurant was packed, so it’s no surprise that the line was long too. After what seemed like forever standing in line, it was finally Nicole’s turn to order.
While she was ordering their food, she asked Kayla to sit at the table in the corner and wait there while she was ordering food. Kayla politely followed her mom’s instructions and sat at the table while watching a video on YouTube on her mom’s phone. But then suddenly, a scream was heard throughout the restaurant. A scream came from the teenager that was sitting in the corner of the restaurant. The group started a fight and were yelling at each other.
Nicole immediately walked over to Kayla and comforted her, trying to drive her attention away from the battle by making her watch YouTube videos. Staff from the restaurant quickly went to the group to break up the fight and kick them out of the place. While the group was kicked out, two teenage girls from the circle were still sitting at the table. It was finally time to eat. The smell of burgers and fries lingered in the air as Nicole and Kayla started digging into their well-deserved lunch.
Kayla was eating a Happy Meal while Nicole was eating her chicken burger and some fries. In the middle of their mealtime, Kayla suddenly looked at her mom with a stern but innocent look. “Mommy, I need to use the toilet,” Kayla whispered as she finished the last bite of her cheeseburger. Kayla wiped her hands and got up to go to the toilet. When she walked over, she noticed the lock was shut.
There must be someone in there, she thought. She looked back at her mom, who smiled at her. Suddenly, she heard something. It was coming from inside the toilet. Giggles and laughs could be heard while Kayla was patiently waiting outside the toilet. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>
After a couple of minutes remaining, the door opened, and the two teenage girls from earlier went out of the bathroom together with a smirk on their faces. Nicole was intimidated by the girls as she watched them walk past Kayla. Nicole then signaled her daughter to enter the toilet and assured Kayla that she’ll stay outside and wait for her. While Nicole was patiently waiting for Kayla at her table, she heard a scream coming from the toilet. “Mom!
Kayla screamed while running out of the bathroom with tears streaming down her face. Nicole immediately stood up from her seat, not minding her bag that fell onto the floor. As a mother, one thing that you never want to hear is the sound of your kid screaming. Kayla ran into her mom’s arms, sobbing. In the toilet, she says, Nicole immediately went to the toilet to check what was wrong.
She scanned the whole room and thought there was nothing wrong there, so she continued studying to see what could be the reason behind her daughter’s outburst. She saw that there were a few toilet paper rolls rolled out on the floor, and the faucet was dripping. Nicole checked the toilet seat, and that is when she figured the reason for her child’s outburst. When she went to the toilet seat, she noticed that it looked like the chair was covered with a white sticky substance. But as Nicole got closer to inspect, she realized that it was glue.
The toilet seat was smothered with super glue. She then realized that someone did this on purpose. Nicole stormed out of the toilet while her heart was pounding and yelled to call the manager and all employees in the restaurant. Nicole went over to her daughter, who was still crying and yelling in pain. She checked on Kayla to see what was wrong and saw that her daughter’s skin was peeled off at the back of her legs.
While Kayla was still crying in her mother’s arms, Kayla was terrified of what happened, and her mother was furious. Nicole yelled out for help in the crowd while stopping her tears from falling out of her eyes. Joanna, the assistant manager at McDonald’s, thought that she had seen it all, from small fights over a Big Mac to a drunk customer and misbehaving teens. She was trained and was already used to handling heated situations. She knew what to do to solve problems, but in her 15 years in the industry, it was the first time to see and experience something like this.
She had never seen anything like this. The moment Nicole asked for help, Joanna and her co-employees all gathered around Kayla and provided medical assistance. The staff helped in cleaning the wound and bandaging her up while Kayla was crying in her mom’s chest. After that, Nicole decided to go to the nearest hospital, so she called a family member to come and get them. But the assistance that was given to them was not enough for Nicole.
She knew that there was something that she needed to do. Nicole took the matter to her social media account and shared on her personal Facebook what happened, hoping that this would bring the pranksters to justice. On her post, Nicole wrote, “To the two young blonde girls that thought it would be hilarious to put super glue on the disabled and baby changing toilet in McDonald’s, I just want you to know that I still have to console my four-year-old daughter who was unfortunate enough to use the toilet after your little prank. She is hoping that the two teenage girls who played the prank on her daughter would be found and punished. Kayla is just an innocent little girl and does not deserve all of this.
After some investigations, the two teenage girls were finally found and were interviewed by the police officers. The two girls immediately admitted what they did and sincerely apologized to Nicole and Kayla. The two girls said they were regretting what they did and that it was a prank gone wrong. But was the apology enough for Nicole and daughter Kayla? Imagine Kayla, a four-year-old who would have to live her life with this terrible memory marked in her mind.
After hearing that the police had taken appropriate action against the two teenage girls, Nicole felt relieved. It’s been weeks since the incident happened, and the things that happened that day are still fresh in her mind. She watches as her daughter peacefully plays with her dolls. Some justice finally, she thought to herself. She takes a sip of her cup of coffee before smiling to herself and watching her brave daughter playing.
Such a story right? This story just proves to show that pranks can be a fun way to trick your friends, but it can result in a bad scenario. Hopefully, Nicole and Kayla’s experience will remind those people who love doing pranks and tricks on their friends to think twice about the people they would upset all for the sake of a laugh. So next time you want to play a prank on someone, make sure to think about it first and that no one will get hurt.
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Black ice (a thin layer of new ice on a road) is dangerous. If you have ever tried to walk or ride it then you know.
This is why the parents of Shelby County were not surprised when they were informed that school would start late because they had to wait for the ice on the road to melt.
Unfortunately, bus driver Wayne Price did not receive the message on time. He had already collected all the children, and knew that returning them to their homes
would only increase the chance of an accident. So instead, he did something completely different…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
Instead of parking the bus and letting the kids play on the smartphone for two hours, he knew he needed to do something to keep them busy.
His actions may not have been according to the book, but they also did not surprise elementary school principals in Montevallo, Alabama.
Understand, they know Wayne. They know he is capable of doing such a ‘trick’.
But the children did not know what to expect. When they stopped at a local McDonald’s branch they must have wondered if Wayne had lost it. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>
Turns out he just wanted to buy all the kids breakfast, and paid for everyone’s breakfast instead of the breakfast they were supposed to eat at school.
To put things in perspective, there were between 40 and 50 kids on Wayne’s bus, so you can imagine how much the bill came out. School principals responded to the
gesture on Facebook and wrote: “Mr. Price, one of our bus drivers, really demonstrated the holiday spirit! On Tuesday, when school started late because of ice on the
road and we could not serve breakfast, he bought breakfast at McDonalds for all the kids who were on the bus! What a wonderful gesture that the students will
remember forever!”
After hearing every good deed of the bus driver, people from all over the world flooded Wayne with messages of support and encouragement.
What a beautiful thing to do, and what a wonderful way to do above and beyond for kids who he so obviously care about!
If you think Wayne Price’s deed is commendable, share the article with your friends and family!
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