A pregnant woman went into labor while aboard a commercial airplane which forced the pilot to reroute the plane, but not to the airport.
Rose hated flying. She was a young woman who never had the opportunity to be on a plane for most of her life. Indeed she only started riding one when she started making visits from her town in Omaha to the city of Texas where her husband, Bill, worked as a miner.
The job brought in decent pay which was why he did it, but it separated them for a long long time. Bill was always gone all year long and he only got a break between Christmas and the New Year.
Rose went into labor on a plane during a flight back from visiting her husband | Source: Shutterstock
When she got tired of having to live without seeing her husband for long periods, she got Bill to agree to her making a monthly trip to see him.
Bill was initially not enthused about the idea, but in the end, the weekends he spent with her at the small apartment he stayed in were some of the best in their marriage.
It was one of those long romantic nights that brought about the pregnancy Rose now carried in her belly. Bill was aware of the child and could not wait to meet his youngster.
He had even promised to retire from mining and start a farm where they could grow crops to sell. Everyone knew farmers made a lot of profit in Omaha if they had the know-how, and Bill descended from a long line of farmers.
One day, Rose, heavy with child, was flying to Texas to see Bill even though he had asked her to remain in their Omaha home. Flying to him for their weekend getaways had become a habit and she could not stand not seeing him that weekend.
Rose got pregnant after several visits to Bill | Source: Pexels
“You are nine months pregnant Rose,” he told her the last time they spoke.
“Oh, thank you for pointing that out, I had no idea my stomach started swelling nine months ago,” Rose replied drily.
“You shouldn’t be moving around so much now that you’re this close to giving birth but you want to make a whole journey? That’s absurd my dear.”
“I need to see you, be with you, I’ve missed you,” Rose cooed. She had let him convince her to remain at home for two months before she put her foot down.
“I know baby,” he said. “Hey, it’s September and I get to come home in December and never leave again, just be patient hon.”
Rose let him believe he had gotten through to her again but as soon as it was Friday, she got on a flight headed to Texas. She surprised him, and even though he claimed to be angered by it, they enjoyed their time together.
As soon as it was Friday, Rose got on a flight headed to Texas | Source: Pexels
By Sunday evening, when Rose got on a plane bound for Omaha, she was glowing — she really did enjoy her husband’s refreshing company.
It wasn’t until the plane hit turbulence as it gained altitude that she was reminded how much she did not enjoy flying — it was nothing personal, she just preferred to have feet on solid ground where her fall to the ground, if it ever happened, would be a short distance.
Another rattle shook the plane and sent her overactive imagination into overdrive. She thought of everything from a hijacking to a plane crash and it got her stressed out. And it was as she mentally listed things that could go wrong that her water broke.
Caught up in her head, Rose wasn’t even aware that her water already broke. When she noticed the wetness, she turned red in the face, embarrassed thinking she could not control her bladder. It never occurred to her that her water had broken because it was not supposed to for another three weeks. Then the contractions began.
Rose got on a plane bound for Omaha by Sunday | Source: Pexels
Rose started to scream, catching the attention of the flight attendant who rushed over to find out what was wrong. “I’m having a baby!!” Rose yelled.
The attendant quickly let the pilot know and he immediately connected with the nearest airport to request permission to land. Meanwhile, the flight attendant tried to calm Rose down by talking to her in between each contraction.
“Why are you traveling alone pregnant?” the kind-looking woman asked Rose.
“I was with my husband and I’m returning home,” Rose answered.
“He let you travel like this, how irresponsible!” the flight attendant exclaimed. “Okay, do you have family we can call? Besides your husband?”
“No, I’m an orphan,” Rose said. The flight attendant noticed that she had a temperature and was getting spent from enduring the contractions so she informed the pilot that the labor could get dangerous for Rose without a professional doctor to help.
The attendant informed the pilot and he immediately connected with the nearest airport to request permission to land | Source: Pexels
A dispatcher informed the pilot, a man named Drew, that the nearest airport was not ready to receive their plane due to weather conditions.
Time was running out and in her feverish state, all Rose could manage was call out her husband’s name. That’s when Drew decided to turn the plane around to return to Texas.
“Keep her stable for thirty more minutes,” he told the attendant. Unfortunately, the weather in Texas was also terrible so their plane was denied access to land at the airport.
Luckily, Drew knew the area so he was aware of an abandoned airfield not far from the airport. The only problem was the runway was too short to land their large plane. Still, it was the closest town to where Rose could get medical help.
“Let’s land at the abandoned airstrip,” Drew told his co-pilot, a rookie who went by the name Stan.
“Sir with all due respect, landing there is against the rules,” Stan said.
“Sometimes to save a human being, you need to act according to your conscience, not the rules!” Drew replied.
Rose caught the attention of the flight attendant telling her she was having a baby.| Source: Pexels
He got the attendant to call Rose’s husband as they circled the abandoned airstrip getting ready to land. Drew knew every move had to be planned down to the last degree.
They circled once, twice, each time steadily getting closer to the ground. Meanwhile Rose was starting to lose consciousness because of her contractions.
The plane got closer to the ground and with a leap of faith, because there was no control tower to navigate their path, Drew took the plane down.
His co-pilot who was still a rookie was just one step away from panicking but he followed Drew’s lead and several tense minutes later, the aircraft touched the ground.
As they opened the hatch to get Rose out, an ambulance carrying EMTs and Rose’s husband sped through the clearing. It was followed by media vans and some civilians who feared there would be a crash and had come to help.
When the plane finally landed in the airfield, Bill and the ambulance crew were waiting | Source: Pexels
Bill carried his wife, pregnant as she was to the ambulance and they raced to the hospital. All the shocked man could do was pray that his wife, who did not look very good, would be alright.
At the hospital, the doctors got her a private room and a quick check of her vitals revealed that she was already too weak to push her baby out. It would have to be done via a C–section.
Bill was not allowed to remain in the room but after long moments of waiting, he was ushered in to see his new child and his recuperating wife. He could not believe how close he had gotten to losing them.
He quit his job that day so that when they returned to Omaha, it was to stay. Bill found out the name of the thoughtful pilot who took the risks to get his wife help and named their child after him. Rose was all in favour.
Still, she did not get on another airplane for years.
Rose was too weak to push in the hospital, so they did a C-section on her and their child was born | Source: Pexels
What did we learn from this story?
- Human life is very precious. Drew was right when he decided to land the plane at the abandoned airstrip so as to save not just Rose’s life but the baby’s as well. That’s because human life is very precious and should be guarded well.
- Overthinking is not your friend. Rose may have made the flight back to Omaha easily had she not started to overthink things because the plane shook from turbulence. However, once she got herself worked up enough, her body went into hyperdrive, and her water broke. It only goes to show that most times, overthinking does not help.
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My Husband’s ‘Business Partner’ Showed Up at Our Door and Mistook Me for the Cleaning Lady — I Decided to Play Along
When a charming stranger knocked on my door, mistaking me for the cleaning lady, I decided to play along. But what began as an amusing misunderstanding quickly unraveled into a shocking revelation.
The smell of lemon cleaner hung in the air as I scrubbed the kitchen counters. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the quiet house.
A woman cleaning her kitchen table | Source: Pexels
Cleaning wasn’t my favorite activity, but it kept my hands busy and my mind clear. I had just tossed the sponge into the sink when the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to find a man standing there, tall and polished, with a smile that could have been pulled straight from a toothpaste commercial. He held a leather briefcase in one hand and a sleek phone in the other.
A smiling man holding his jacket | Source: Pexels
“Hello!” he said brightly. “I’m looking for Mr. Lambert. You must be the cleaning lady. Liliya, right?” He stepped forward, offering a hand. “I’m his business partner, David. Nice to meet you.”
Before I could correct him, he glanced at his watch and added, “I’ve heard so much about you from Mrs. Lambert. She showed me your picture.”
A man talking to a young woman on her porch | Source: Midjourney
My heart skipped a beat. “Mrs. Lambert?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.
“Yes! She and Greg are always such a great team,” he said with a laugh.
Mrs. Lambert? Then who am I supposed to be? The cleaning lady? My curiosity got the better of me. If he thought I was someone else, I’d play along.
A nervous suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Please, come in, sir,” I said with a small bow, trying not to laugh at the absurdity. “So, you’ve known Mr. and Mrs. Lambert for a long time?”
“Oh, years,” David said, settling onto the couch. “They’re quite the pair. Always look so happy together.”
I forced a polite smile. My pulse raced as I grabbed a glass of water, needing an excuse to leave the room for a moment. Who is this Mrs. Lambert he’s talking about?
A nervous woman with a glass of water | Source: Midjourney
Back in the living room, I found David scrolling through his phone. He looked up. “You know, I have a picture of them. Let me show you.”
He passed me his phone, and my stomach dropped. There, smiling back at me, was my sister, Allison, arm in arm with Greg.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” David said.
A happy couple at a party | Source: Midjourney
I struggled to keep my composure. “When exactly was this photo taken?” I asked, my voice tight.
David didn’t notice. “Oh, about a year ago at a corporate event. Funny thing, Greg never really talked about his private life much. I thought he was single for the longest time. Then I ran into them on the street, and he introduced her as his wife.”
I swallowed hard and returned the phone to him. My ears were ringing, but David kept talking.
A man showing a photo on his phone to a woman | Source: Midjourney
“They’re such a lovely couple,” he said. “Oh, and she showed me a picture of you once. I asked her, ‘Who’s this beautiful woman?’ and she said, ‘Oh, that’s our cleaning lady.'”
My hands tightened around the glass I was holding. Cleaning lady? Is this some kind of joke?
I set the glass down and forced a smile. “You must have lots of photos of them together.”
“Absolutely! Here’s another one from the same event.” My head spun. David looked at me with concern. “Liliya, are you alright?”
A shocked woman on her couch | Source: Pexels
I took a deep breath, plastering a smile on my face. “I’m fine, sir. Would you like some coffee while you wait for Mr. Lambert?”
David smiled, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. “That’d be great. Thank you.”
I walked back to the kitchen. Mrs. Lambert? My sister? What exactly is going on here?
A woman making coffee | Source: Pexels
I returned to the living room, my heart pounding but my face composed. David sat awkwardly on the couch, stirring the coffee I’d given him. He looked up and gave me a polite smile.
“David,” I began, my voice calm but firm, “we need to talk.”
His smile faltered. “Uh, sure. About what?”
I gestured to the silver-framed photo on the mantel. “Do me a favor. Take a closer look at that picture.”
A wedding photo on a shelf | Source: Midjourney
He hesitated, then picked up the frame. His brows furrowed as he studied it. “This… this is you,” he said slowly, confusion creeping into his voice.
“That’s right,” I said. “And the man standing next to me? That’s my husband. Greg Lambert.”
David blinked, his grip on the frame tightening. “Wait. What are you saying?”
I folded my hands in my lap and leaned forward. “I’m not the cleaning lady, David. I’m Mrs. Lambert. The real Mrs. Lambert.”
A serious woman in a chair | Source: Midjourney
His face went pale. He put the photo back on the mantel as if it had burned him. “I… I don’t understand. I thought…” He trailed off, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“You thought my sister, Allison, was Mrs. Lambert,” I finished for him.
He nodded, still struggling to process. “She told me… Greg introduced her as his wife. She even showed me pictures of the two of them together. I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know!”
A nervous man in a chair | Source: Midjourney
I let the silence hang for a moment, watching him squirm. Finally, I asked, “David, why did you come here today?”
He hesitated, then sighed. “I came to convince Greg to sell his share of the business to me. But… it’s complicated.”
“Complicated how?”
A tired man looking up | Source: Pexels
“Well, the share isn’t technically in Greg’s name,” David admitted, glancing at me nervously. “It’s under Mrs. Lambert’s name. Your name.”
“And my sister forged my signature to block the sale?” I asked, my tone sharp.
David’s eyes widened. “I… I didn’t know it was forged, but yes, she stopped the sale. I thought it was your decision.”
I laughed bitterly, hiding my anger. “It wasn’t. But thank you for confirming what I suspected.”
An angry woman | Source: Pexels
David looked as though he wanted to crawl under the coffee table. “I feel terrible about this. I didn’t mean to drag you into anything. If I’d known—”
“It’s fine,” I interrupted, though my voice carried a steely edge. “This isn’t your fault. But since you’re here, let’s finalize the deal. How much are you offering for Greg’s share?”
A serious sad man in a armchair | Source: Midjourney
David blinked, startled by my sudden shift in tone. “Uh, the original offer was quite substantial, but I’m willing to go higher if it means resolving this quickly.” He named a figure that made my head spin.
I kept my face neutral, though my mind raced. “That’s acceptable. I’ll handle the paperwork. Can you have your legal team send over the documents by tomorrow?”
A serious woman looking to her side | Source: Freepik
“Yes, absolutely,” David said, nodding eagerly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lambert. I mean—”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said with a faint smile. “Let’s just get this done.”
The next evening, Greg burst through the front door, slamming it behind him. His face was flushed with anger, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over his arm.
“What the hell did you do?!” he shouted.
A furious man | Source: Pexels
I was sitting on the couch, reading a book. I barely looked up. “Hello, Greg. Long day?”
“Don’t play games with me!” he snapped, throwing his jacket onto a chair. “You sold my share of the business! Do you even realize what you’ve done?”
I closed the book and set it on the coffee table. “I know exactly what I’ve done, Greg. I’ve solved your little problem.”
A confident woman on her couch | Source: Freepik
“My problem?” he shouted, his face turning redder by the second. “You had no right to sell that share! That’s my company, my future!”
I stood up, facing him. “Wrong. The share was in my name. And after what I learned, I decided it was time to take control.”
Greg’s bluster faltered. “What… what are you talking about?”
A shocked man | Source: Pexels
“I’m talking about Allison,” I said, my voice cold. “Your little ‘wife.’ Or did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
Greg froze, his mouth slightly open. “Listen, I can explain—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I’m done listening to your excuses. I’ve already spoken to a lawyer. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I’ll be filing for divorce.”
Greg’s jaw dropped. “Divorce? Are you serious?”
A couple arguing | Source: Pexels
“As serious as I’ve ever been,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “And since you and Allison forged my signature, I’m entitled to compensation. The sale is already finalized. David will transfer the funds to my account by the end of the week.”
Greg staggered back, collapsing into a chair. “You… you can’t do this. You’re ruining me.”
I folded my arms, staring down at him. “No, Greg. You ruined yourself.”
A disgusted woman in a green sweater | Source: Freepik
Two weeks later, I walked out of my lawyer’s office with a signed divorce agreement in hand and a newfound sense of freedom. The settlement was more than generous.
Not only did I secure my rightful share of Greg’s business sale, but I also received significant compensation for the fraud committed under my name. Justice had been served.
Signing divorce papers | Source: Pexels
I cut ties with both Greg and Allison. My lawyer ensured the fraud never escalated to court, but the legal threat was enough to shatter their carefully constructed web of lies. Greg lost his business, and as far as I knew, his relationship with Allison didn’t survive the fallout.
For days, I replayed the betrayal in my mind, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. But as time passed, anger gave way to clarity. They had taken my trust for granted, but their deceit had shown me a strength I didn’t know I had.
A sad woman looking out of her window | Source: Pexels
Standing in my living room, I glanced at the space where Greg’s picture once sat. It was gone now, replaced by a simple vase of fresh flowers. I smiled.
This wasn’t the end of my story. It was a new beginning. And this time, I would write it on my terms.
A woman dancing in the leaves | Source: Pexels
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