Driver Kicked Me Out on the Way to the Maternity Ward – But Karma Was Waiting for Him

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My wife was in labor, and I was 30 miles away when the hospital called. I begged a car driver to get me there, and he agreed, but then he saw my jacket and kicked me out on the side of the road. Stranded in a rainstorm, I thought I’d never make it…

But karma had a plan.

I never thought I’d be the guy frantically waving down strangers on a street corner, but there I was, drenched to the bone and desperate. My wife Sandy and I had been preparing for this moment for eight months. This baby was our miracle.

The nursery was perfect with pale pink walls and a crib with tiny elephants that played lullabies.

Sandy had folded and refolded every onesie at least three times, her hands trembling with excitement each time.

“Henry, promise me you won’t go too far when I’m this close,” she’d said just that morning, her hand resting on her bulging belly as she lay in her hospital bed.

“Babe, you’ve still got a week left for the delivery. This client meeting is just 30 miles away. I’ll be back before dinner.”

My phone screamed at 2:47 p.m.

while I was reviewing contracts in some sterile conference room in Millbrook. Sandy’s doctor flashed across the screen.

“Sir? This is Nurse Patricia at Riverside General.

Your wife is in active labor. You need to get here now.”

The world stopped. “But she’s not due for another week!”

“Babies don’t read calendars, sir.

How soon can you be here?”

I was already grabbing my jacket, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. “I’m 30 miles out of town. I’m coming.”

The rain poured down in sheets, turning the streets into rivers.

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