The life story of Alex Lewis is like no other. This man refused to give up on his life no matter what it took, and today, he’s thriving with the help of his loving wife Lucy Townsend, and their son.
Alex and Lucy always knew they were meant for each other. When they married and welcomed their son Sam into their life, they felt like the happiest couple on Earth. But then in 2013, around the time Sam turned two, this family’s life took a different turn.
Both Alex and Sam caught the flu, or at least they believed so. However, as the boy got better in a short period of time, Alex wasn’t feeling fine even days after he experienced the flu-like symptoms.
“Because we owned and lived in a pub and came into contact with lots of different people, I assumed it was a seasonal cold and thought it started off as man flu,” Alex told Metro.
Instead of improving, his condition worsened and he became feverish and noticed blood in his urine.
As he could feel something was very wrong, he went to the hospital where doctors told him he contracted a streptococcal infection (type A). Unfortunately, at that point, the infection penetrated deep into the tissue and the organs and caused sepsis. Alex had contracted shock syndrome, septicemia, and necrotizing fascitis – and his body was attacking itself from the inside out.
“I called an ambulance, and within eight minutes, they were there. At the hospital, we went straight into resuscitation, and I was told to say goodbye. His kidneys were shutting down, and they were going to put him on life support,” his wife Lucy told The Guardian.
Doctors’ prognoses were dull. They told the family there was just a three percent chance that Alex would survive as his face and body turned black.
“They were going to turn my life support off, but they wanted to give me one more night to see if I improved, and they wanted to give my family a chance to say goodbye,” Alex told Metro.
“I cannot imagine what Lucy and my mum were going through.
“Having spoken to them since it happened, I think they were more in shock as they couldn’t believe something so incredibly invasive was happening so quickly,” he added.
“I don’t remember being in excruciating pain at this point, but my family remembers seeing me in absolute agony.”
It was determined that a flesh-eating bacteria was poisoning his body so doctors had to amputate his left arm up to the elbow. Sadly, as months passed by, Alex lost all of his limbs, and doctors were also forced to cut parts of his face in order to save his life.
“I can remember seeing my legs in hospital and how they were getting blacker and blacker,” Alex told The Guardian. “The blackness was creeping up towards my waist. I don’t remember seeing my left arm in that condition, but I can remember my legs vividly.”
As Alex lost his lips, plastic surgeon Alexandra Crick took skin from his shoulder in an attempt to fix his mouth.
“It would take me about an hour to eat a sandwich at night, and that was with the help of the nurse,” he told the Daily Mail.
“The last available skin for surgery was on my shoulder,” he explained. “So they replaced the temporary flap with that. All my other skin had to be used for grafts or was scarred.”
“Having my bottom and top lip done at the same time like this was a world first. It’s one piece of skin, and it was like if you imagine placing a bag in your mouth and then sewing around the edges. After the original operation, I had to have them every three or four months.”
Looking at his father, and how different he was, Sam was afraid to approach closer to him, but Lucy found a way to explain to him why his dad looked like that, which wasn’t easy as Sam was just two years old at the time.
After spending months at the hospital Alex could finally go home. The good thing was that doctors managed to save the elbow of his right arm which allowed him to have a prosthetic and be able to use his arm. Eventually, he could speak again as his lip surgery was a huge success.
“That one elbow is his whole independence,” Lucy said.
“I had to relearn everything,” Alex added. “From learning to eat, drink, put my clothes on, to learn to use a prosthesis, and to self propel a manual wheelchair.”
Today, Alex is involved in a number of tech projects which help ease the lives of disabled people. Among the rest, he has tested solar-powered, battery-assisted four-wheeled handles which have been designed by masters students at Southampton University.
Despite his condition, he’s living a quality life and is doing a lot of things, such as kayaking and climbing. In 2019, he climbed one of Africa’s tallest mountains using a specially adapted buggy.
“Since becoming an amputee, I’ve been fortunate enough to try out a number of training methods to keep my fitness up, working with physios and visiting the Help for Heroes training facilities,” he shared with Sports Management.
“I’ve had first-rate guidance, but nothing has been as effective as EMS training, especially in such a short space of time.
“It’s amazing how the machine helps me to engage muscles I haven’t felt since I lost my arms and legs,” he added.
“I feel stronger in training, daily life tasks are easier, and I’ve gained greater confidence that I can take on these challenges.”
His Wild Wheelchairs Project, besides helping improve the lives of disabled people, raises money to finance the construction and operation of a wheelchair manufacturing facility in Ethiopia.
Alex is also a motivational speaker who is happy with his life.
“I’ve lived more of a life in the past four years than I did in the previous 33, and it’s made me realize how much I love Lucy and Sam,” he told Metro.
“There was so much I regretted not doing when I had arms and legs, but I am not letting that happen again. I would not change anything, not in a heartbeat.”
Sam also learned to love his dad for who he is and is proud of him.
We truly admire this brave man’s resilience. His story is proof that no matter the curveballs life throws at us, we should always do our best to end up winners.
In Her Letter to Santa, My Daughter Asked for ‘The Same Heart-Shaped Earrings Dad Gave to My Nanny’ — I Went Pale
When Dorothy reads her daughter’s innocent letter to Santa, she’s blindsided by a request for the same heart-shaped earrings her husband apparently gave their nanny. Suspicion spirals into doubt, leading Dorothy to uncover a heartbreaking truth tied to a long-kept secret…
My name’s Dorothy, and Christmas will always be the best time of the year for me. My husband, Jerry, and I have an eight-year-old daughter named Ruth, and our holiday traditions are what make it all magical.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
Every December, Ruth writes a letter to Santa, folds it carefully, and places it in the freezer, which is bizarre but, to her, makes perfect sense.
“It’s how mail gets to the North Pole, Mom! I saw it on TV,” she said, her eyes wide.
This year was no different. Ruth had spent the better part of the evening at the dining table, her face scrunched in concentration as she sketched something on her letter while popping little chocolate-covered almonds into her mouth.
A bowl of chocolate covered almonds | Source: Midjourney
“It’s done, Mommy!” she chirped, skipping to the freezer and tucking it in with all the ceremony of a royal decree.
I smiled at her. I figured Ruth was asking for the usual things — you know, a new set of paints, a dollhouse, or maybe even the glittery unicorn toy she’d been eyeing.
Whatever it was, I couldn’t wait to make her little Christmas wishes come true. Ruth wasn’t a difficult child, and Christmas was the only time she asked for things. Even on her birthday, she wouldn’t ask for anything other than a huge chocolate cake.
A little girl with a chocolate cake | Source: Midjourney
That night, after Ruth had gone to bed, with Jerry reading to her, I crept into the kitchen to read her letter.
It had become my own little tradition. I loved peeking into my daughter’s world, seeing what magic she believed Santa could bring her, and all the reasons she gave him for being on the “Nice” list.
But as I unfolded the paper, my breath caught in my throat, almost choking me.
A folded piece of paper | Source: Midjourney
The page was filled with Ruth’s colorful handwriting and a drawing of a pair of heart-shaped earrings. Beneath the picture were the words:
“Dear Santa, please bring me the same heart-shaped earrings Dad gave to my nanny! Thank you!”
I froze.
A letter to Santa | Source: Midjourney
The room suddenly felt too quiet, the air too thick.
What on earth was she talking about? Jerry had given Gloria, our nanny, heart-shaped earrings?
My hands shook as I reread the note, my heart racing. Why would Ruth ask for earrings like Gloria’s? Why would Jerry give our nanny jewelry at all?
My mind replayed moments I hadn’t given much thought to before, like the way Jerry’s face lit up when he joked with Gloria, the casual way he asked her to stay late when I had work functions, the thoughtful gifts he’d given her over the years… small things, sure, but enough to make my stomach churn now.
A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney
Was I blind to the obvious? Had Jerry been hiding an affair right under my nose?
The next morning, I went about my day as if nothing had happened, but inside, I was unraveling. I kissed Jerry on the cheek as he left for work, pretending everything was fine. Meanwhile, my brain was on overdrive.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked Gloria as she poured milk into Ruth’s cereal.
A smiling man | Source: Midjourney
School was closed for the day, and I needed to know that Gloria was going to actually be productive with my child.
“We’re going to work on Ruth’s school projects,” Gloria said, smiling. “And then we’re going to read!”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I have work to do, so I’m going to be in the study for most of the day. But we can grab smoothies later, Ruthie. You can leave early, Gloria.”
A woman holding a bottle of milk | Source: Midjourney
Gloria nodded and picked up Ruth’s breakfast. They had gotten into the habit of eating outside, trying to identify birds as they went along.
After Ruth and Gloria left the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop and ordered a nanny cam. It felt surreal, like something out of a bad soap opera that I had suddenly found myself in. I hated that I couldn’t just confront Jerry outright, but if he denied everything, I’d be no closer to the truth.
A woman using a laptop | Source: Midjourney
Thanks to speedy but ridiculously expensive delivery, the camera arrived a few hours later. I set it up in the living room, hiding it among the Christmas decorations.
As much as I didn’t want to, I had to know.
The next day, Jerry left for work as usual, and I dropped Ruth off at school. Gloria was home tidying up, humming along to Christmas carols on the radio.
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
I plastered on a fake smile and told her I’d be home late from work and to lock up when she left.
But by mid-morning, things changed.
My phone buzzed, indicating that the nanny cam app had detected motion. I opened it and saw Jerry standing in the living room. My heart dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be home.
I stared at the screen, watching as Jerry handed Gloria a small, gift-wrapped box. She looked surprised, then smiled as she opened it.
A box on a table | Source: Midjourney
My head spun. I couldn’t sit at my desk for another second. I grabbed my bag, mumbled something about a family emergency to my boss, and drove home.
When I walked through the door, I felt like I’d stepped into a nightmare. Jerry was still there, standing near the couch, and Gloria was sitting with the gift in her lap. This time, it was a heart-shaped pendant.
Something to match those earrings, huh?
An upset woman driving | Source: Midjourney
They both froze when they saw me.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my voice trembling.
Neither of them answered right away. My eyes darted to Gloria’s ears, which were on display with her braided hair. And there they were.
The earrings. Heart-shaped, just like Ruth had drawn.
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“Nice earrings, Gloria!” I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It must be nice to get all these things from my husband. Imagine. Jewelry from another woman’s husband.”
Gloria’s face went pale. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jerry stepped forward.
“Dot, stop,” he said, using my nickname to calm me down. “I can explain it all.”
A shocked man | Source: Midjourney
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” I shot back. “And it better be good, because from where I’m standing it looks like you’ve been sneaking around behind my back! With our nanny!”
Jerry sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping.
“You weren’t supposed to find out this way.”
“That’s your explanation, Jerry?” I shouted. “That you weren’t supposed to get caught?”
An angry woman | Source: Midjourney
“No, that’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “Just listen to me… okay? Those earrings. They’re not from me. Not really.”
“What does that even mean, Jerry?”
My husband hesitated, then took a deep breath.
A man with his hand on his head | Source: Midjourney
“They were from Brian. My… well, we were best friends.”
The anger drained from my body, replaced by thick confusion.
“Brian? Who’s Brian?” I asked.
Gloria spoke up for the first time, her voice soft.
“Brian was Jerry’s best friend, Dorothy. My brother.”
A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
My mind spun. Jerry sat me down, his voice heavy with guilt as he explained everything.
Fourteen years ago, his best friend Brian had passed away from cancer. Before he died, he asked Jerry to look after Gloria. At least it explained why Jerry had pushed for us to hire her.
She was only 19 at the time and had recently lost her parents too.
“He left me a box of gifts for her,” Jerry said, his voice on edge. “He wanted her to have pieces of him for milestones in her life—like birthdays, special occasions, moments where she needed to feel he was still with her. He planned all of it while he was undergoing chemo.”
An IV drip in a hospital | Source: Midjourney
I glanced at Gloria, whose eyes shimmered with tears.
Jerry continued to explain.
“I’ve been fulfilling that promise ever since. The earrings were in the box. They were meant for her and they were given by Brian. Not from me.”
I stared at him, the weight of his confession sinking in.
A pensive woman | Source: Midjourney
“So you’re telling me all this sneaking around… you were keeping a promise.”
“Yes,” he said softly. “I should have told you sooner, Dot. I just didn’t know how. It’s not exactly the kind of thing that comes up in conversation. And… talking about Brian is a lot for me.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” I asked Gloria. “You knew about Brian and Jerry the entire time and just… didn’t? Ruth asked for these earrings, dammit. She asked Santa for them, and that’s why I thought something was going on.”
A woman with folded arms | Source: Midjourney
Gloria shook her head sadly.
“I didn’t know Ruth would notice the earrings, let alone ask for them. If I had, I would’ve explained everything right away. I never wanted to cause trouble for anyone here…”
That Christmas was a mix of heartbreak and healing. Jerry and I had a long talk, and while I wasn’t thrilled about the secrets, I couldn’t deny the beauty of his promise to Brian. And honestly, Gloria was a part of our family. Ruth adored her.
A smiling woman and child | Source: Midjourney
We decided to sit down with Ruth and a platter of waffles, trying to explain the story behind the earrings in a way she could understand. She was fascinated, of course, and still insisted Santa had to bring her a pair.
And Santa delivered.
On Christmas morning, Ruth opened a tiny box to find her very own heart-shaped earrings. Her face lit up brighter than the tree, and for the first time in weeks, I felt my heart swell with joy instead of doubt.
A pair of heart-shaped earrings | Source: Midjourney
Those earrings became more than just jewelry. They became a sort of reminder — of love and strength. Of Brian’s love for his sister. Of Jerry’s loyalty to his friend. And the love that kept our family together, even through misunderstandings. We also taught Ruth the power of promises and unconditional love.
Sometimes, the truth hurts. But sometimes, it heals.
And this Christmas, it did both.
A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney
Hosting Christmas for my in-laws was supposed to be a joyous affair, but the evening took a shocking turn when my mother-in-law gifted me something that left the entire room speechless. What started as festive cheer quickly spiraled into an unforgettable family showdown.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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