Good Intentions, bad results

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How many of us has done something you thought would be so nice and work out wonderfully.  Today, I am posting a short story about a woman with good intentions.    You never know what will happen in this life.  Every action as a reaction.  I hope you enjoy the story.

Good intentions Bad Results

The Road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Friday, April 16, 2010 is a red-letter day.  I have a new job, I live in my own condominium, my health is good, and my family loves me.  I have so many blessings I cannot list them all.

I have a boyfriend, Andy Wilson.  He is such a loving person.  He makes me happy. I keep a smile on my face when I am with him.  I am falling in love, and I never want it to end.  He’s a man who has everything. He is wonderful, happy, smart, rich, educated; handsome beyond words, and is still single.

The doorbell is ringing. I slowly cross the floor and open the door.  “Come in, Andy”.

“Wow, you look wonderful”.  He grabs me, pulls me towards him, and kisses me.

“Dinner will be in about ten minutes, relax for a few minutes.”

“Dinner is served, sir.  We have a standing rib roast, mashed potatoes, Sautéed asparagus’, honey sweetened baby carrots and yeast rolls.  I made fresh strawberry short-cake for dessert.”

“This is wonderful and I don’t want it to end.  Would you care to dance?” Andy asks.  We dance as my mind keeps telling me; this is too good to be true.

“Paula, I don’t feel well.  My throat feels a little tight.”

“Sit down on the couch. Would you like a glass of water”?  His face was beginning to swell, especially around his mouth.

“Andy, I need to call an ambulance for you.  You are beginning to scare me”.  I called 911, gave them the address and went to Andy.

His respirations are fast, and he is starting to squeak when he exhaled. “What is happening to you”, I asked.  He couldn’t answer me.   My mind is screaming, where are they, it is taking too long.  I can hear the sirens. “They are almost here, Andy.  Hold on honey, please hold on.”

I follow the ambulance to the hospital.  It seems I waited forever, and then the door opens and a nurse in scrubs comes to me, and asks if I am the person with Andy Wilson.

Yes, I’m his girlfriend”.

She took my hand, ”I’m so sorry, but we couldn’t save him.”  My world went cold and black.

Andy died from anaphylactic shock.  It turns out he was highly allergic to peanuts.  I kept running our dinner repeatedly through my mind.  Where could he have gotten peanuts with our dinner?

I went to the pantry to get down my oatmeal.  My eyes scanned the shelves; I notice two bottles of oil sitting next to each other.  One was a light corn oil and the other was, the other was, oh my god, it’s peanut oil.  Now I know, I killed my Andy with good intentions.

 

About shirleymclain930

I am a retired RN enjoying my retirement to the fullest. I like adventure and travel and making friends. I have 6 dogs and 1 cats. They are like having a house full of three years olds. They are a large part of my life and I can't imagine them not being around. I spend most of my time sitting in front of my computer working on my latest book or talking about Essential Oils. On the personal side, I'm married to a wonderful man who spoils me and I love it. I am very much a country girl. I love living on our 5 acres on Pole Cat Creek watching the deer and other animals occasionally stick their​ heads out of the trees. It's a fun life.

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