Most fish kill stories start with a nemesis. A nemesis can be a car i.e. a Mustang or
Viper, or a person the young punk in the SRT4 talking smack. This story my nemesis is
time, not the type of time that it takes to run a quarter mile but the time that passes each
day and guides our destiny, and the how love affects our destiny.
On Nov 19th 1997 my wife who was 6 months Pregnant was sent to Miami Valley
Hospital in Dayton, Ohio due to high blood pressure caused by toxemia. She was told
that she would be put on bed rest till the end of the pregnancy. The doctors told me it
was safe to go home with my 6 year old step daughter, so she could get her to school the
next day, and it would be weeks before the baby came. I kissed my wife good bye, and
told her to get a good night sleep.
I got my step daughter in bed and watched a little TV before going to bed myself. At
2:30 I was woken from my slumber by a frantic call from the hospital saying get here
now. I asked what was going on they would not tell me just get here immediately. I
called my Sister Jeanne to meet me at the hospital to get my other daughter. I frantically
tried to wake my 6 year old to get her on the way, I told her mommy was real sick and
we needed to get there to see her, I couldn't get her up. I'd pull her out of bed and get
the clothes to her only to have her climb back in bed.
I finally resorted to the one thing all Child psychologists say never to do, Bribery. I
promised Chrystal if she got up and ready I would buy her the Gymnast Barbie she
wanted on TV. That worked like a cup of Black coffee, she was ready to go.
We ran out to the drive way, Chrystal ran towards mommy's car, a dodge Omni, I yelled
no we're taking my car. We hopped in the GN which luckily had almost a full tank of
gas. I made Chrystal get in the back and buckle up. I left in a cloud of black tire smoke.
Miami Valley hospital is almost 40 miles away from my home in Springfield, Ohio. Both my Speedometer and Boost Gauge were pegged the whole trip. Chrystal was
tripping out in the back seat she kept yelling this is fun and your going to get a ticket. I
was just praying the whole time my car wouldn't run out of gas or wouldn't blow a hose
off. Luckily, I some how made the trip in 15 minutes flat. Luckily, the police were not in
their usual spots that night.
After ditching the GN in the empty parking lot and ran up the stairs to the maternity
ward. One nurse took Chrystal, and the other took me to scrub in. My wife Lorri was in
the middle of a C-Section. Once I finished scrubbing in. I went back to the O.R. only to
meet a doctor and an empty bed. My wife had already delivered. The doctor explained
that the placenta had ruptured and both mom and baby were in Grave danger and they
couldn't wait for me.
They were able to get my daughter out in time, and she was in the NICU. I was sent to
the NICU to see my daughter. She was the tiniest, most beautiful child I had ever seen only 1lb 12 oz, he was just an inch longer than a Barbie doll.
By that time my sister had arrived and took Chrystal for the week. I went back to the
recovery room to see my wife. She woke up to see me and we went to see my daughter.
We named her Veronica. She spent 3 months in the hospital, and has been a fighter since
day one.
Although Veronica now is wheelchair bound and has several disabilities to overcome she
can always light up a room with her smile, and her positive attitude towards life despite
her problems has been an inspiration everyone around her.
I work 2 jobs just to pay all the medical bills, but my angel’s worth it. The Grand
National that made this run was stolen in January of 2001 and I got it back just this
October. The seats wheels tires and turbo are gone, The GN is in sad shape but I am restoring it in Veronica’s honor, and I might even let Chrystal drive it to Prom.
Love you Veronica
Happy 9th Birthday
RPHATDAD
Ronnie's fat dad.
Viper, or a person the young punk in the SRT4 talking smack. This story my nemesis is
time, not the type of time that it takes to run a quarter mile but the time that passes each
day and guides our destiny, and the how love affects our destiny.
On Nov 19th 1997 my wife who was 6 months Pregnant was sent to Miami Valley
Hospital in Dayton, Ohio due to high blood pressure caused by toxemia. She was told
that she would be put on bed rest till the end of the pregnancy. The doctors told me it
was safe to go home with my 6 year old step daughter, so she could get her to school the
next day, and it would be weeks before the baby came. I kissed my wife good bye, and
told her to get a good night sleep.
I got my step daughter in bed and watched a little TV before going to bed myself. At
2:30 I was woken from my slumber by a frantic call from the hospital saying get here
now. I asked what was going on they would not tell me just get here immediately. I
called my Sister Jeanne to meet me at the hospital to get my other daughter. I frantically
tried to wake my 6 year old to get her on the way, I told her mommy was real sick and
we needed to get there to see her, I couldn't get her up. I'd pull her out of bed and get
the clothes to her only to have her climb back in bed.
I finally resorted to the one thing all Child psychologists say never to do, Bribery. I
promised Chrystal if she got up and ready I would buy her the Gymnast Barbie she
wanted on TV. That worked like a cup of Black coffee, she was ready to go.
We ran out to the drive way, Chrystal ran towards mommy's car, a dodge Omni, I yelled
no we're taking my car. We hopped in the GN which luckily had almost a full tank of
gas. I made Chrystal get in the back and buckle up. I left in a cloud of black tire smoke.
Miami Valley hospital is almost 40 miles away from my home in Springfield, Ohio. Both my Speedometer and Boost Gauge were pegged the whole trip. Chrystal was
tripping out in the back seat she kept yelling this is fun and your going to get a ticket. I
was just praying the whole time my car wouldn't run out of gas or wouldn't blow a hose
off. Luckily, I some how made the trip in 15 minutes flat. Luckily, the police were not in
their usual spots that night.
After ditching the GN in the empty parking lot and ran up the stairs to the maternity
ward. One nurse took Chrystal, and the other took me to scrub in. My wife Lorri was in
the middle of a C-Section. Once I finished scrubbing in. I went back to the O.R. only to
meet a doctor and an empty bed. My wife had already delivered. The doctor explained
that the placenta had ruptured and both mom and baby were in Grave danger and they
couldn't wait for me.
They were able to get my daughter out in time, and she was in the NICU. I was sent to
the NICU to see my daughter. She was the tiniest, most beautiful child I had ever seen only 1lb 12 oz, he was just an inch longer than a Barbie doll.
By that time my sister had arrived and took Chrystal for the week. I went back to the
recovery room to see my wife. She woke up to see me and we went to see my daughter.
We named her Veronica. She spent 3 months in the hospital, and has been a fighter since
day one.
Although Veronica now is wheelchair bound and has several disabilities to overcome she
can always light up a room with her smile, and her positive attitude towards life despite
her problems has been an inspiration everyone around her.
I work 2 jobs just to pay all the medical bills, but my angel’s worth it. The Grand
National that made this run was stolen in January of 2001 and I got it back just this
October. The seats wheels tires and turbo are gone, The GN is in sad shape but I am restoring it in Veronica’s honor, and I might even let Chrystal drive it to Prom.
Love you Veronica
Happy 9th Birthday
RPHATDAD
Ronnie's fat dad.
