I had been determined to climb up the corporate ladder all the way to the top since I started working and at age 35, I was almost there. But a chance conversation with someone important made me realize something that led me to call my lawyer as soon as possible!
I moved to the city nearly a year ago, chasing a career dream that had consumed the better part of my early 30s. The promotion felt like a pinnacle achievement, a stepping stone to becoming the president of the company’s regional branch. But it came with a cost I wasn’t entirely prepared for and nearly took more than I was willing to give.
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Mark, my husband, and Alex, our six-year-old son, stayed behind in our quiet, small hometown. My husband supported me, encouraging me to seize this opportunity as I fought to become the president of my company’s branch.
But every phone call with my husband and child reminded me of the ache I carried every day. I had vowed that our separation would only last for two years, and then we’d be inseparable forever after that.
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The holidays were the worst times of the year. This year, Alex had begged me to come home for Christmas, his small voice trembling through the receiver.
“Mom, I miss you. Can’t you come back, just for one day?”
“I wish I could, buddy,” I said, forcing a brightness into my tone. “But I’ve got so much work. We’ll celebrate big when I visit next month, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispered, but his and his father’s disappointment hit me like a punch in the chest, and I couldn’t help but feel guilty as I ended the call, declaring my love to them.
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After we hung up, I stared at my empty apartment, feeling the isolation settle into my bones. The cold city air seemed to seep into every corner of my life. My apartment, though modern and sleek, felt more like a gilded cage with every passing day.
If not for Eleanor, my elderly neighbor, I might’ve sunk entirely into that loneliness. Eleanor was in her seventies, always cheerful and kind. She’d often leave small treats, homemade cookies or muffins, outside my door with handwritten notes that brightened my otherwise cold days.
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Her smile alone had the capability of lifting my spirits immediately, and I leaned on the comfort she gave me. We’d chat briefly when we crossed paths in the hall, her warmth like a flicker of sunlight on dreary mornings.
She was a quiet constant in my life, a reminder that kindness could bridge even the most impersonal of cities. Eleanor wasn’t just thoughtful; she had an uncanny way of knowing exactly when to step in, and this year was no different.
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That Christmas Eve, my lovely neighbor knocked on my door, holding a small plate of peppermint bark.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart!” she said, her smile as radiant as ever. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”
I hesitated, embarrassed to admit I didn’t. “Not really,” I admitted. “Just some work to catch up on.”
Eleanor’s eyes softened.
“Work can wait, dear. Why don’t you come and have dinner with me? It’s just me and a turkey too big for one person. I’d love the company.”
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Her invitation caught me off guard. I could’ve said no, buried myself in emails and spreadsheets, but something about her sincerity tugged at me. “I’d love to,” I replied, and she clapped her hands with delight.
The next evening, I knocked on Eleanor’s door. She ushered me inside with a warmth that instantly put me at ease. Her home was pure holiday magic, cozy and festive, filled with the scent of pine, roasted chestnuts, and cinnamon. A roaring fire crackled in the hearth, and the dining table gleamed with red-and-gold decorations.
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A small Christmas tree stood in the corner, its lights twinkling like stars against the dark window. Eleanor’s eyes sparkled as she set the table for our feast.
“You’re just in time!” she said, bustling into the kitchen. “The turkey is ready to make its debut!”
While she worked, I wandered into her living room. My eyes were drawn to a collection of framed photographs on a shelf and some keepsakes. I was completely shocked as I perused the images!
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The Eleanor in these pictures was unrecognizable. She was young, poised, and stunningly glamorous! She stood on the cover of magazines, her name emblazoned in bold letters: Eleanor Grayson, the supermodel sensation of the 1960s.
“Eleanor?” I called as she re-entered, balancing a platter with a perfectly roasted turkey.
She followed my gaze, her expression softening with nostalgia.
“Ah,” she said, setting the turkey down. “You’ve found my little secret.”
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“You were a supermodel?” I asked, still trying to reconcile the elegant woman in the photographs with the gentle neighbor I’d grown to know.
She chuckled, sitting beside me. “I was. A lifetime ago.”
Dinner was ready, but the photos seemed to unlock a floodgate. Over plates of perfectly seasoned turkey and cranberry sauce, Eleanor began to share her story, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and regret.
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She’d grown up in a small town, just like me, but her beauty and determination had catapulted her into the glamorous world of high fashion. She moved to the city in her early twenties, leaving behind her husband, Robert, who couldn’t join her due to his work.
“We promised each other it would only be for a little while,” she said, her eyes glistening. “But life has a way of pulling you in, doesn’t it? There was always one more shoot, one more event, one more opportunity.”
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She described the highs of her career, runways in Paris, photoshoots in exotic locations, and the exhilaration of being in the spotlight! But then her voice softened when she said this…
“Robert begged me to come home,” she admitted. “But I kept putting it off. Told myself it was for us. That I’d make it up to him later.”
My mouth went dry as I noticed the similarities between our life stories. I realized that everything I thought I understood about my life was a lie.
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I noticed how her hands trembled slightly as she lifted her glass of water. She hesitated, then continued.
“When I finally decided to go back, it was too late. Robert had passed away, succumbing to a terminal illness he’d hidden from me to avoid being a burden. He didn’t want to ruin my career,” Eleanor whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“He loved me that much. But I didn’t deserve it.”
A heavy silence hung between us as we contemplated her last words…
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My chest tightened as her words struck a chord deep within me.
“I never had children,” she continued. “I thought there would be time. But some things you can’t get back.”
Her story unraveled my carefully constructed justifications for my own choices. Was I heading down the same path? Trading precious moments with my family for a career I’d convinced myself was worth the sacrifice?
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Eleanor reached across the table and squeezed my hand.
“You remind me of myself, you know,” she said, her voice tinged with a wistful sadness. “Driven, ambitious, capable of so much. But time, sweetheart, time is the one thing we can’t make more of.”
Little did I know that the next morning, I would be calling my lawyer…
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That night, I lay awake, my neighbor’s words playing on a loop in my mind. Images of Mark and Alex filled my thoughts. I could clearly see my husband’s patient smile and our son’s small hand gripping mine.
My chest ached with a longing I’d buried for months. By morning, I was still struggling with my decision and I knew I had to call my husband to talk it through. Mark was super supportive and even mentioned that a friend of his was looking for someone with my experience.
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He hadn’t mentioned it before because he didn’t want to influence my decision as I seemed happy with staying in the city. They were offering double my salary in a senior position! Mark advised that I weigh the pros and cons of both jobs and whatever I decided, “Alex and I will be here.”
After mulling everything over, I called my lawyer, determined to make things right, although I knew my boss would try to convince me otherwise.
“I need to terminate my contract,” I said, my voice steady despite the anxiety bubbling beneath. “Effective immediately.”
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The legal process was a whirlwind. My boss, predictably, wasn’t pleased. But I felt a weight lift with every step I took to untangle myself from the commitments that had kept me away from my family.
Within days, I was on a flight home! My heart raced as I stepped into the arrivals terminal, scanning the crowd until I saw them, Mark, holding Alex’s hand, both of them beaming! I dropped my bags and ran to them, scooping Alex into my arms as tears streamed down my face!
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“Mom!” Alex cried, hugging me tightly. “You’re home!”
“I am, baby,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “And I’m not going anywhere!”
Mark wrapped his arms around us, his warmth anchoring me in a way I hadn’t felt in months.
“Welcome home, babe,” he said, his voice full of emotion.
At that moment, surrounded by my family, I understood the truth in Eleanor’s words. Careers can be rebuilt. Success can be redefined. But love, real, unshakable love, is a gift that can’t be replaced. And I wasn’t willing to lose it.
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Sadly, this isn’t the only story where a lawyer had to get involved. In the following story, Demi’s lawyer jumps in to save her when the legal professional discovers something suspicious about the woman’s husband and mother-in-law.
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Man Waits for Son He Has Not Seen in Years at the Airport, Does Not Find Boy among Passengers – Story of the Day
Arlene sent her seven-year-old, Justin, to visit his father, Pierce, in Orlando. Pierce waited for his son in anticipation of all the fun they would have, but his flight had allegedly arrived, and his son was nowhere to be found. That’s when both parents started worrying and realized their shocking mistake.
Arlene and her son, Justin, were at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Virginia. The seven-year-old was about to board a flight to Orland, Florida, where his father, Pierce, awaited him. It was the first time he had traveled as an unaccompanied minor, but luckily, the airline attendant made her feel safe.
“It’s going to be alright. Many minors travel alone around the country, and we should reach your husband in time,” she stated. “He’ll have an escort, and this flight is best because there are no connections. Everything will be perfect.”
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Arlene nodded, her face filled with emotion. Justin might be growing, but he was still a child. It was hard to let him go, mainly because he hadn’t seen his father in years. After their bitter divorce, Pierce moved from Virginia to Orlando, Florida, and he was busy most of the time.
“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”
However, his company had just given him a two-week vacation, and he invited Justin to come to spend time with him. They were going to the theme parks, so that Arlene couldn’t say no. Her son was too excited because he loved everything relating to superheroes and dinosaurs. It was his dream.
But now, she was almost regretting it. “Ok, Justin. You’re going to with this lady and get on the plane. Listen to the adults around. Don’t run off from your escort, and you’ll reach your dad soon. When you land in Orlando, you call me immediately. And then, call me again when you meet your father. Understand?” she requested, kneeling in front of the kid and holding his arms tenderly.
“Yes, Mom!” he replied, smiling and doing a makeshift military salute. This kid had a great sense of humor. He was going to love that trip.
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“Ok. Love you. Go on!” she continued and watched as Justin grabbed the attendant’s hand and entered the gate.
She thought about leaving but sat down at an airport café. She was going to wait for the plane to take off. But once she saw that the flight had taken off, she decided to stay and wait for Justin’s call if anything happened. After all, the flight was less than two hours long. The time would pass quickly.
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Meanwhile, Pierce was waiting for Justin at Orlando International Airport, and he couldn’t wait. He was just as excited as the kid to see all the attractions at the park. It was crazy that he had lived in the city for years but had yet to attend. His work kept him way too busy. This trip was going to be amazing.
He arrived an hour before Justin’s flight and went to the arrival area to wait for him. Finally, the flight landed, and Pierce got closer to the gate so his son could see him immediately. “I should have made a sign,” he muttered to himself as he saw other people waiting for their loved ones. It was too late now. He stayed in the front at all times.
However, many passengers came out, and there was no Justin. According to the unaccompanied minor service, Arlene said that he would have top priority. So, someone should have brought him out already. He didn’t want to call her yet to avoid worrying her. Maybe, Justin had to go to the bathroom, which could explain the delay. He would wait for a while.
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But at one point, no other passengers were coming out of the arrival area. It had been an hour since the plane landed. It shouldn’t take that long. He approached someone from the airline and started asking questions. An attendant came to assist him.
“I’m sorry, sir. There was no one by the name of Justin on that flight. We have no record of an unaccompanied minor serviced hired for it either,” the attendant, shocking Pierce.
“That’s impossible. Please, check again,” he demanded, trying to stay calm, but the sweat on his forehead gave away his fears.
The assistant typed away on her computer, and Pierce’s phone rang. It was Arlene. Hopefully, she knew what was going on. “Hello?”
“Hey, Pierce. Why didn’t you guys call me when Justin arrived? I told him to call me when the plane landed and when you met with him,” Arlene wondered, and he could tell that she was agitated for some reason.
“Arlene, listen. I’m sorry to say this, but Justin has not arrived. An attendant here said that he was not on the flight. I don’t understand what’s going on,” he was forced to reveal, and Arlene yelled in his ear.
“No! That’s crazy! NO! Tell the attendant to check again!” she started yelling. “I’m going to talk to someone on my end too. I’m still at the airport.”
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“Ok. Listen, calm down. Everything will be alright. There must be a mix-up or something,” he said, trying to calm his ex-wife because he knew she was prone to hysterics.
“I’m not calming down! This is our child, Pierce! Talk to you later!” she screamed and hung up.
“Sir, like I said. There was no Justin on the flight. There’s nothing I can do. Are you sure this is the airline?” the attendant asked.
“Yes! It’s the only flight that arrived at this time from Virginia! My son was on that flight. My ex-wife just confirmed. Please, help me, miss. He’s only seven. Can you call anyone? Should I call the police?” Pierce started asking questions rapidly. The attendant sighed and grabbed her phone.
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“Justin, where are you? Why didn’t you call me sooner? What’s happening?” Arlene asked desperately on her phone.
“Mom, we have been trying to find Dad for hours, and he’s nowhere. Did you talk to him?” the little boy said through the phone.
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“Your father is right at the arrival area. He’s just as worried as I am. Please, give the phone to your escort,” Arlene requested and demanded an explanation from the woman, who only reiterated what Justin said earlier. There was no Pierce anywhere in the airport.
She told them to wait until she called again and dialed her ex’s number. “Pierce, Justin called me and said they’ve been looking for you for a long time. What’s going on?” she said, one hand running through her hair in frustration. She knew Justin was safe, but there was no reason why they couldn’t find each other.
“There’s no way, Arlene. That’s impossible. People here are saying he was not on the flight!” Pierce stated.
“How is that possible?” Arlene wailed, almost starting to cry from the worry and exasperation. But something occurred to her at that moment. “Give me a second.”
She went to her emails where she had sent Pierce the flight details. However, she had written them instead of sending a screenshot, and she suddenly realized her big mistake. “Pierce,” she started, again putting the phone in her ear. “Where are you?”
“What do you mean? I’m at Orlando International Airport. Why?” Pierce questioned, confused by her words. But something clicked in his brain at that moment.
“Justin arrived at Orlando Sanford International Airport!” Arlene yelled, and Pierce took off in a run.
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“Jesus! Arlene, why didn’t you say that in your email! Most flights got to MCO!” he scolded her breathlessly as he ran to his car. “I’ll be there in 30 minutes!”
While Pierce was on his way, Arlene called Justin and explained to his escort what had happened. She was relieved too, and they waited for Pierce to arrive.
Less than an hour later, Justin called her. “I’m with Dad, Mom! Thank you for helping me! I’ll send you pics of Disney soon!”
Arlene hung up the phone with her son and breathed deeply as if she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs. Finally, she walked to her car.
What can we learn from this story?
- You must send all the details of a flight and check several times. These poor parents worried so much because they had not communicated well enough. Luckily, nothing happened, and they resolved the issue.
- It’s always best to fly with your kids. While an unaccompanied minor service is perfect for busy parents and other situations, Arlene should have traveled with her son if she was going to worry so much. She would have avoided worrying so much.
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