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- Spears
The Houston Ride for Kids is coming up May 17th. I think I'll go again. Believe it or not, I have no children, but I have nine brothers and sisters, and my wife has three brothers and sisters. We have 107 nieces and nephews, and I am so thankful that none of them have had a brain tumor. I also have five nieces and nephews that were adopted and none of them have had a brain tumor. I'm so blessed. I think I'll go to the Houston Ride for Kids and share my good fortune. I've been going so long it has become a habit, a very good habit.
The two girls in the middle are my adopted nieces but not counted in the paragraph above because their parents refused to let me adopt them.
I was one of their babysitters when they were young. When they were about 3 and 5 years old, I agreed to let the girls stay in my motel room in Houston while Mom and Dad enjoyed a nice restaurant dinner and a relaxing evening before attending the Ride for Kids the next morning. I had a double room, and the girls shared the second bed and went to sleep while I stayed up reading. I fell asleep while reading and the need for a bathroom break woke me up around 2:00 AM. The reading light was still on, and I glanced over to the other bed. There was only one large lump, so I assumed the three-year-old had gone to the bathroom. I waited for several minutes and then went to check on her. She wasn't in the bathroom. I checked the lump in the bed to see if it was two girls. It wasn't. I checked the closet. Nothing. I went back to the bathroom and checked the bathtub. Nothing. I checked the door to see if she could have gone out. The safety latch that could only be locked from the inside was still latched. I became desperate. I turned on the room lights and checked under the beds. Nothing. I was nearly in a panic and was going to call the parents, and possibly the police, when the large lump on the bed that I thought was asleep said, "She's under the chair." The medium sized lounge chair had a floor length skirt. I grabbed the back of the chair and gently tilted it forward and there she was, curled up asleep.
The two girls in the middle are my adopted nieces but not counted in the paragraph above because their parents refused to let me adopt them.
I was one of their babysitters when they were young. When they were about 3 and 5 years old, I agreed to let the girls stay in my motel room in Houston while Mom and Dad enjoyed a nice restaurant dinner and a relaxing evening before attending the Ride for Kids the next morning. I had a double room, and the girls shared the second bed and went to sleep while I stayed up reading. I fell asleep while reading and the need for a bathroom break woke me up around 2:00 AM. The reading light was still on, and I glanced over to the other bed. There was only one large lump, so I assumed the three-year-old had gone to the bathroom. I waited for several minutes and then went to check on her. She wasn't in the bathroom. I checked the lump in the bed to see if it was two girls. It wasn't. I checked the closet. Nothing. I went back to the bathroom and checked the bathtub. Nothing. I checked the door to see if she could have gone out. The safety latch that could only be locked from the inside was still latched. I became desperate. I turned on the room lights and checked under the beds. Nothing. I was nearly in a panic and was going to call the parents, and possibly the police, when the large lump on the bed that I thought was asleep said, "She's under the chair." The medium sized lounge chair had a floor length skirt. I grabbed the back of the chair and gently tilted it forward and there she was, curled up asleep.