John had a mission to find a long-lost family heirloom. After rescuing a dog that was about to drown, he discovered much more than just the family inheritance.
John had settled in an old cabin searching for a long-lost family treasure: a gold medallion bearing the family coat of arms. He spent his days working online and his evenings studying antiques on various specialized websites, hoping to find the medallion.
His grandfather cherished the medallion, which he had received from his father years ago. He often spoke about it with great nostalgia. So, John decided to find it.
However, that day wasn’t about work or family. On that particularly cold winter day, all John wanted was to enjoy a day of fishing. As he prepared his hook on the cabin porch, he suddenly heard a faint bark coming from the lake.
At first, John ignored the bark, but as it turned into desperate whimpering, he became worried and decided to check what was happening.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said, pausing with a sudden realization. “Yes… I think that’s what I’ll call you. Lucky.”
As he approached the lake, he saw a Labrador that had fallen into the ice, struggling to stay afloat. John immediately returned to the cabin, grabbed a rope, and rushed back to the lake. He quickly fashioned a lasso and caught the dog, pulling her from the freezing water. The dog shivered, helpless, and appeared to have an injured paw.
John quickly wrapped her in a blanket and brought her home. He warmed her by the fireplace, fed her, and treated her wounds.
“Poor thing. You’ve been through so much. How could anyone abandon something so beautiful?” John said as he cared for the dog, who soon fell asleep.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said again, this time with a warm smile. “Yes… that’s your name now. Lucky.” The dog gave a soft bark, as if in agreement with her new name.
From that moment, John decided to keep Lucky as his companion. Over the weeks, John continued his search for the family heirloom.
What made the search particularly difficult was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for. Some family members said it was a gold medallion, others a pendant. The only thing they all agreed on was that it bore the family emblem.
The last connection to the lost family inheritance was a pouch with an embroidered family crest, which was where the relic had been kept until it disappeared, according to his grandfather. John tirelessly pursued his quest night after night. Every evening, he scoured antique photos but found no clues. And every evening, Lucky sat by his side for company.
One night, after another fruitless search, John lost his temper. While sitting at his desk, examining data as usual, he suddenly stood up and threw the pouch to the floor. He placed his hands against the wall, trying to calm down and brace himself.
“I’m done! This is hopeless! I’ll never find that stupid thing!” John shouted in frustration. Lucky whimpered sympathetically, sensing her new master’s distress. Feeling Lucky’s concern, John began to pet her. “Sorry, Lucky. I’ve had enough. I don’t want to search anymore. Besides, I’m not alone now. I’ve got you. I won’t waste more time on this nonsense. From now on, it’s just you and me.”
John examined Lucky’s injuries, which were nearly healed. “Once you’re fully recovered, I’ll teach you a few tricks. How does that sound?” John asked, to which Lucky responded with enthusiastic barking and a wagging tail.
“I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?”
A week later, Lucky had fully recovered, and John began taking her for walks in the forest near the lake. But Lucky kept trying to run off into the woods.
As the situation worsened, John began to fear that one day she would run off and get hurt or lost. So he decided to cut back on the walks and instead play and train with Lucky at home.
One evening, while lying in bed, John decided to resume his search. He opened his laptop and searched online for clues about the family relic. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucky dragging the jewelry pouch into the bed John had prepared for her.
“No, Lucky!” John commanded, jumping out of bed. “Bring it here,” he said, trying to take it from Lucky. But she didn’t let go, holding it tightly in her teeth.
Suddenly, Lucky bolted toward the door, pouch in mouth, and whined to be let outside. John thought Lucky just wanted to play, so he opened the door, hoping to retrieve the pouch once they were outside. However, when he opened the door, Lucky dashed into the woods.
“Lucky!” John shouted. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and ran after her.
“Lucky! Stop!” John yelled, chasing her as fast as he could. Lucky slowed down and sped up occasionally, allowing John to keep up as if she was leading him somewhere.
A few minutes later, Lucky suddenly stopped in a remote part of the forest. John caught up, panting and scolding Lucky for running off. But when John caught his breath, he noticed an old cabin in front of them. Lucky entered through the slightly open door.
“No, Lucky! Come back,” John whispered, afraid the cabin’s occupants might think they were trying to steal something. But judging by the cabin’s remote location, John figured it was likely abandoned.
As they got closer, John started recognizing the cabin, leaving him puzzled. He knew the forest like the back of his hand and had passed by this cabin many times without paying it much attention. Why had Lucky led him here?
Overcome by curiosity, John went against his better judgment and followed Lucky inside. Lucky sniffed around the cabin, exploring every corner. She suddenly stopped near the fireplace, dropping the pouch beside her.
“That’s not all. I found your brother, Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.”
“Alright, that’s enough, Lucky. Let’s get out of here before we get into trouble,” John said softly, trying to pull Lucky toward the door. But Lucky wouldn’t budge. She was onto something. Lucky began digging in the fireplace. A minute later, she unearthed a shiny object with her teeth and placed it at John’s feet.
It was a gold medallion with an intricate design engraved on the front. John picked it up to examine it more closely. After a moment, he realized it wasn’t just any design, but his family’s coat of arms! This was the heirloom John had been searching for all along. He had almost given up, and now it was right there in his hands.
Suddenly, the cabin door opened, and an elderly man entered.
“Charlie? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” the elderly man said, turning to the dog.
“Charlie? You know her?” John asked.
“Do I know her? I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?” the man asked, grabbing the axe by the door.
“I’m sorry, it’s this dog that led me here. She insisted. I mean no harm,” John said, cautiously raising his hands in the air.
“Yeah, she can be quite insistent,” the man replied.
“I found her in the lake. She almost drowned.”
“Oh… Well, thank you. I took her in as a puppy from a nearby trail,” the man explained, slowly setting down the axe.
“And you named her Charlie? You do know she’s a girl, right?” John said with a little laugh, lowering his hands as well.
“She became my best friend, so I named her after my childhood friend. Someone I haven’t seen in a very long time,” the elderly man said with a sad, nostalgic look in his eyes.
“Where did you find this?” John asked, holding out the medallion. “My family has been searching for this medallion for years,” John added.
The man’s face suddenly grew pale. He looked confused and angry. John feared the worst, but then he saw a tear roll down the man’s cheek as he sat on the floor, defeated.
“My parents left that medallion to my younger brother, Charlie, when they passed away. They left me nothing. I was so furious that I stole it from him. Eventually, I joined the army. When I returned, I had no intention of reconnecting with my brother, so I came to live here in this cabin, hoping to sell the medallion for some money and start over,” the man tearfully explained.
“But I was told it had no value. So this cabin became my new home, and I’ve lived here ever since. I couldn’t bring myself to face my brother and apologize for what I had done. The shame has haunted me ever since,” the man admitted.
“I recently tried to burn it in the fireplace. But it remained intact,” the man concluded.
“Your brother’s name is Charlie?” John asked, surprised.
“Yes,” the man replied.
“That’s my grandfather’s name. He’s been searching for this medallion for years,” John said, stepping closer to the man.
“You’re Charlie’s grandson?” the man said, standing up to get a better look at John. “Yes, I can see it now,” the man said with a comforting smile. “Charlie brought us together,” he added, warmly embracing John as he cried.
“I think it’s time you and your brother reunited,” John said softly.
“Yes… I think it is,” the man agreed, nodding.
John couldn’t believe it. He had found the family heirloom and uncovered a family secret. He had no idea his grandfather had a long-lost brother.
That evening, John went to his grandfather’s house to show him what he had found. The elderly man couldn’t hold back his tears when he saw the medallion. He was amazed at how the dog had found in just a few days what the family had been searching for over decades.
He opened the medallion to reveal its true value. Inside was the only photo of John’s grandfather, his parents, and his older brother.
“Thank you so much, my boy. You have no idea what this means to me,” John’s grandfather said gratefully.
“That’s not all. I found your brother. Your Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.” John’s grandfather couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He nodded hesitantly.
John and his grandfather stepped out of their small lakeside home to find Steven, Charlie’s brother, getting out of the car at the same time. Charlie approached, tears in his eyes. John stood back, Lucky by his side, watching as his grandfather and his brother embraced emotionally.
“I’m so sorry, Charlie!” Steven cried.
“I know. It’s all right now. We’re finally together again, brother,” Charlie said, weeping bitterly.
Charlie and Steven spent a long night together. They drank coffee, reminisced about the good old days, and caught up on all the important events they had missed in each other’s lives. John took photos of their time together and was extremely happy for his grandfather.
John’s grandfather and Steven agreed that Steven would leave the cabin and move in with him the next day to make up for the lost time. But in the morning, when John went to pick up Steven’s things to bring him to his grandfather’s, he discovered that the elderly man had passed away in his cabin.
His grandfather was heartbroken, but grateful for the moment he had just shared with his long-lost brother and best friend. John added a photo of the two brothers together in their old age to the medallion, only increasing its value to their family.
What can we learn from this story?
Sometimes our actions lead us to unexpected places, and we never know what we might find or who we might meet. John’s encounter with Lucky led him to his grandfather’s brother and helped heal an old family wound.
Chances for redemption exist. Steven and his brother Charlie found a second chance at redemption in their old age, after all those years.
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17 Nannies Whose Adventures Could Fill a Best-Selling Novel
Some people view nannying as a simple job. Tasks like feeding children, reading them stories, and putting them to bed seem routine. However, that’s not always true. The people featured in our article shared their experiences caring for other people’s children, and now we wouldn’t dream of calling this profession dull.
I was 13 and was babysitting my neighbors’ kids. It was my first time, so the parents walked me through all the rules about the bathroom, TV, food, bedtime, etc. Just as the parents were taking off for the night, the mom came back in and whispered to me, “Don’t go into the basement.” As a teenager in the 80s, my mind went to all of the scariest movies that had basements. I avoided the door to the basement all night until I had put the kids to bed.
Then I walked slowly to the door and put my ear against it. I heard what sounded like whimpering. And then it sounded like sad laughing. I ran to the couch and started watching TV to get my mind off of it, but then I heard something fall in the basement and knew someone was down there. I really don’t know how I got the courage/stupidity to do it, but I went over and opened the door. The whining instantly got louder.
I went down just 3 or 4 stairs, so I could peek down… and I saw… a goat. Not a ghost. A goat. As soon as the goat saw me, he started bleating loudly. It scared me. I went upstairs, and the goat was still bleating loudly, so much that it woke up the kids.
The oldest girl came out and said, “Did you open the door to the basement?” I said, “Yeah, why?” She said, “When you do that, Carlos thinks you’re going to feed him, and he starts yelling.” Thank god I knew it was a goat first, because if she had said that before I went down, I would’ve thought Carlos was some kidnapped person in the basement who would yell for food.
It was very funny to me. The mom came home and I told her what happened, and she almost died laughing. They were repairing the goat pen and had to keep him in the basement for a few days. I still remember every moment of that night vividly. © Unknown author / RedditIn my early twenties, I would babysit a set of twins on the weekend once in a while. Their mom was super beautiful, and she was always going on dates.
One night, she told me she met a guy and was going on a date with him. She left at 6 and said she’d be back around midnight. Well, pushing 1 a.m., I’m thinking maybe she’s running late. 2 a.m., 3 a.m… I’m calling and calling her and finally her phone just goes to voice mail. I wake up, and it’s 7 a.m. and she still isn’t back.
I finally found the grandparent’s number in an address book. I call her parents, and they don’t even seem phased. They just seem annoyed like this is business as usual but tell me they’ll be over to sit with the twins, so I can leave. I call the non-emergency police number and explain what’s going on and that the grandparents are on their way.
I stick around for another hour, and then she pulls up wearing a men’s t-shirt, and heels, and she’s laughing. She says jokingly, “Oh my god! Call the police!” I never sat for her again. She just ended up staying with the guy all night and turned her phone off so she couldn’t be bothered. She truly thought I’d dismiss it like it was no big deal. © Kikabennet / Reddit
- The dad of the kids I watched liked me on Tinder. Then, when I told his wife, and she didn’t believe me, he convinced her that “his Facebook was hacked.” The kids were almost always wonderful. © marymoon77 / Reddit
- I work as a nanny in the family of a big businessman. At first, I worked several times a week, then I started living in their house. The head of the family works almost round the clock, his wife doesn’t notice anything but clothes, spas, and fitness.
Yesterday, their 5-year-old son stole money from his father’s safe, came to me, and said we should run away together. I returned the money immediately, but how to explain to a child why I love him more than his mother, I don’t know… © Overheard / Ideer - I’m a nanny, and I heard her first word (it was hippo). But the family won’t ever know that. Some secrets are better to keep. © positivityfox / Reddit
- First babysitting job at 13. Four kids. My parents gave me a whole fresh salmon to COOK and serve the kids. I learned that day that salmon has pin bones when I had to pull some out of the 3-year-old’s throat while simultaneously calling my parents down the road because I didn’t know what to do, as he was coughing and gasping for air. He was fine, but I think I lost 10 years of my life that day. © nah2daysun / Reddit
- A lady tried to dump 2 extra kids on me without paying when she realized I was babysitting her neighbor’s kids. Her rationale was that I was already babysitting 2 kids and 2 more wasn’t that much, so I should watch her kids for free and let them eat her neighbor’s food. © CaptDeliciousPants / Reddit
- I’m not a nanny, but I’ve been babysitting a girl on and off from when she was 5 to 7 now.
Her: What is that?
Me: Pineapple
Her: Oh, I’ve never had pineapple.
Me: Do you want to try it?
She does this about everything, too. I asked her mom if she had ever had pineapple, and she was like of course, she has! Then I realized she was just trying to eat my food. © Kacidillaa / Reddit - I nannied for a wealthy couple, and the husband had a study in the house that the wife joked about never being allowed in. Now, I’m nosy, and I was curious about why you wouldn’t let someone in a study, especially since it looked like a fairly normal room: big desk, walls covered in bookshelves, books of architecture everywhere.
So one day I just roamed around in there. I didn’t find anything, and I was kinda disappointed, but then I grabbed a book off one of the shelves. The thing had money pressed between its pages — about $500 if I had to guess. Picked up another book, and found the same thing.
I think I checked like ten different books, and every single one had money hidden in it. Still not sure if the dude was just paranoid about banks or if he was intentionally hiding money from his wife. © Unknown author / Reddit - I babysat two neighbor kids one time. I had a lot of experience babysitting, but it was my first time with this particular family. The little boy was about 5, and the little girl was maybe 7. Their parents left very specific instructions for bedtime, and they were kept on a very strict schedule. I thankfully had my best friend with me at the time, we were probably 15.
Bedtime came around, and after several warnings, we told them it was time to get upstairs, get into PJs, and carry on with their bedtime routine. They went ballistic. The little boy started tearing the cushions off their leather couch, tossing them everywhere, and biting a hole in the arm of the couch. While I was trying to deal with him, my best friend was trying to get the little girl upstairs when she ran into the kitchen, dumped their entire mop bucket of dirty water on the floor, and started sliding around in it. As soon as the couch-chewer saw the fun his sister was having, he joined in.
I ended up calling my mom for reinforcement, and never babysat for that family again. © soxxyrocks / Reddit
- So the father of the kid works for a major athletic apparel company, and every year they need to test the upcoming year’s potential pieces. To do that, the company sends one of every potential piece to all female employees and female spouses.
Well, the mother is pregnant right now and can’t fit into any of the items, so the father made me a cup of tea and asked me to sit down in the living room (what he does whenever he wants to talk to me about something) and says, “I know we’re not paying you to do this, but would you be willing to test all of the sample pieces my company sent me? You can keep them afterward.”
Yes! Y’all, no kidding, he just handed me 6 boxes of athletic clothing that have to total thousands of dollars. © pineappleprincesspie / Reddit - I was in the living room, watching Sister, Sister,when all of a sudden I heard a man say, “Hello.” I check the front door and look out the window at the driveway, the parents aren’t home. Go upstairs and check the kids, they’re both still in bed.
Go back downstairs, and hear it again, from the darkened dining room, “Hello, I am Armando.” They had a parrot. © Unknown author / Reddit - I only babysat once, and it was nothing horrible. These people had a huge rich house, and everything looked great, but when it was time for the kids’ bed, I figured I’d read them a bedtime story. I searched through that magnificent house and couldn’t find a single solitary book. © TRIGMILLION / Reddit
- So, it is that time of the month for me. I go into the bathroom, and while unwrapping a feminine hygiene product, the kid yells from outside the door, “I can hear you eating candy in there!” It made my day and made me wish that I was eating candy. © HalleysComet5 / Reddit
- I was working as a nanny, and the children’s mother once told me, “My husband doesn’t think we should pay you for when the girls are sleeping…” They were 4 months and 2 years old.
I was a junior in high school and responded, “Okay, so should I duck out once I tuck them in?” I wouldn’t have done that, but I think at that point she realized how ridiculous her request was. © reckate / Reddit - I had a phone interview with a mom that went well, so we met in person for a second interview with her husband and 4 children. It went well until she explained her nanny was fired for having an affair with her husband and how their new nanny needed better morals and to limit her interaction with her husband (who was sitting there the whole time with us).
I’ve never felt more awkward in my whole life as she told me that I’m pretty but thankfully not his type as he just nodded his head. I just find it irritating how it’s the nanny’s fault when her husband also had the affair, and how the nanny needs morals when her husband doesn’t. So yeah, definitely not accepting this job! © thisisdevon- / Reddit
Working as a regular nanny is challenging enough, so imagine being a nanny for a royal family. There are strict rules to follow, such as being allowed to wear only specific types of jewelry.
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