A paramedic sent to an elderly woman’s home to help her suffers the shock of his life when he sees portraits of himself as a child hanging on her walls.
Leo Monty’s life was dedicated to helping others as a paramedic. It was a job he was proud of, but little did he know it would help him solve the biggest mystery of his life – the death of his mother.
His father, Fred Monty, had broken the news of his mother’s death when he was just a child of two. He said their vehicle ended up in a ditch after spinning out of control due to poor visibility – it had been a rainy day.
Help had arrived too late because the woman died before she could be taken to the hospital.
That’s what made the little boy vowed to devote his life to helping people, so he studied and became a paramedic – an absolute guru in the field.
It wasn’t an easy task, especially as Leo had to meet people at the worst points in their lives – some he encountered were broken, others suffered, but knowing his deeds made it all worthwhile.
On a sunny afternoon, Leo and his partner Ezra received an emergency call from a dispatcher telling them to get to the suburbs quickly. A child had called the police to tell them that his grandmother had fallen and could not get up.
“This is tragic,” Ezra said. “Another slip and fall. I hope the woman isn’t injured too badly!”
“Yes,” Leo said. “I can’t imagine what this poor boy must go through all by himself even though he could call 911…”
Without another word, Ezra activated the siren and they sped toward the address, following a route dictated by their onboard GPS. They were having a good time. In ten minutes the two reached the place, a pretty red brick house with a well-tended garden.
There was no time to admire the house’s aesthetics, and as soon as they turned off the engine, they got down to business. “Are you the police?” a voice asked after they knocked on the door several times.
Leo replied, “No, we’re the paramedics, we brought an ambulance to help your grandmother.” After a short pause, the door was heard unlocking, and a boy who couldn’t have been more than five answered it the door.
“Please,” he said, “you must help her!”
“That’s why we’re here,” Ezra said softly. “What’s your name, mate?”
“I’m Bill. My grandmother’s name is Mrs. Garret,’ he said gravely. “She’s in the living room right now. Please help!”
Ezra and Leo followed the little boy through the beautiful house and into an elegant living room. The woman in question was lying flat on her back in the middle of the floor, pale as death.
Leo quickly got to his knees beside the prone woman and began checking her vitals while Ezra checked for injuries. Her pupils reacted normally to light, which encouraged Leo to ask her if she could tell them what happened.
Mrs Garret nodded slowly and whispered, “I was standing on the chair… to change a blown lightbulb, I slipped reaching for it and… my leg… I think it’s broken!”
“Ma’am,” Ezra said. “You don’t appear to have any life-threatening injuries, but we still need to take you to the hospital for some tests…”
“No, wait!” exclaimed Mrs. Garret. “Please, you must call my daughter. My grandson can’t stay home alone! I have an address book in the hallway and it has her number at the top!”
Ezra went to get the phone number they could call to reach Eric’s mother while Leo prepared the elderly woman for transport. He had just finished when he looked up and saw something familiar.
It was a photo of a woman posing next to a toddler – a photo he knew very well because it was the last photo he had taken with his mother; he appreciated it.
How did the picture get into the elderly lady’s house? Then he heard Mrs. Garret moan in pain and Leo decided to save the questions for later.
Leo held Mrs. Garret’s hand on the way to the hospital, and his eyes almost never left her face. She didn’t look anything like the lady in the photo but they seemed to be the same color and then there were the eyes…
At the hospital, doctors found out that the fall had broken her leg in three places and she needed surgery, so Leo decided he had to come back in a few days and find out who the woman was.
Maybe she was a relative, a distant cousin he didn’t know. His father said he lost touch with his mother’s family after moving away from Florida.
Three days later, the devoted paramedic visited Ms. Garret with a large bouquet of flowers. She was sitting up in bed, and her skin had turned red again. She smiled when she saw Leo, and the smile set off a bell in his memory.
“Hi!” said the woman beaming. “What a pleasant surprise! Are those flowers? I love flowers. Do you make a habit of bringing flowers to people you save?”
Leo wasn’t in the mood for a bant, so he replied with a silent and stern “no.” The woman noticed his seriousness and waited for him to continue. “I’m here because I wanted to ask you about a photo I saw in your house. It was a picture of a little boy and his mother.”
The woman then straightened up and her lips thinned. “It’s a private matter. Please go!”
Leo had no intention of listening. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. You see, the child in the photo was me, and that woman was my mother. The shot was taken days before she died, and I just want to know why you have it.
Mrs. Garret had gone pale again. “Your mother?” she whispered. “A picture of your mother?”
“Yes,” Leo said. “I believe I have the right to know who you are and how you got the photo!”
Mrs. Garret began to tremble and her eyes glistened with tears. “Leonard?” she whispered. “Is that really you?”
Leo felt like he’d been hit with a sledgehammer. “You know my name? How do you know me?”
“Oh pumpkin, it’s me, it’s mommy…” Mrs. Garret cried, stretching out her arms.
“No, that can’t be,” Leo said, backing away. “She died 23 years ago… Father…” he began to say, but suddenly turned his back on Mrs. Garret and rushed out of the room, ignoring her calls.
Later that evening he visited his father, who opened the door for him with a cheerful smile. “Hello, my son!” the man said. “That’s a pleasant surprise!”
Leo didn’t have time for small talk. “Dad, why did you lie to me about Mom’s death?” At that question, the man’s jaw dropped and a blank expression fell on his face. “Your mother… she’s dead!”
“No, dad,” Leo said. “She’s not, and I know that because I met her. In fact, I saw her today. She’s alive and she even knew my name. Why did you tell me she was dead?”
Fred knew the ruse had worked as soon as he heard Leo’s statement, so he decided to get on with it.
“She wanted to leave me, Leo. She wanted to take you…” He lifted his head and his eyes looked cold. “I just beat her to it.”
“You made me mourn her death, I was only two!” Leo slammed. He saw Fred trying to come up with these excuses to defend himself, but he didn’t want to listen, so he turned and walked away.
That same day Leo found himself at old Mrs. Garret’s bedside again.
“He told me you died,” he said, his throat tight with emotion. “I cried so much…you have no idea.”
The woman spread her arms wide again and Leo wasted no time in entering her embrace.
“I was heartbroken at first too,” whispered Mrs. Garret. “I never gave up looking for you, even when I remarried and had your sister, the thought of you never left my mind.”
Mother and son spent the whole night catching up with each other and Leo never left her side.
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