A 37-year-old man by the name of Simon Marks discovered something quite odd. In other words, he has been residing in the same home for a while, but he only lately realized that he was unaware of what was concealed in the home he had purchased a few years prior.
One day, he came upon what he thought to be a flowerbed while attempting to park his car. His car’s wheels became stuck, and from the driveway, he could hear odd cracking sounds.
He said to himself, “Well, this day couldn’t get any worse.”
Marks bent down to investigate the problem more closely and saw that the driveway’s stones had cracked, causing the driver to give way. The sound of the pavers breaking revealed an incredible finding.
After he had cleared away all the dirt, he saw a metal fragment beneath. Marks clutched the metal piece, not knowing what might be underneath the driveway, and attempted to pull it out, but to no avail. Then he circled around to find out more about the enigmatic thing.
He phoned his father for assistance because he didn’t know what to do next. Together, they were able to remove a large amount of tightly packed muck, which finally revealed an opening. The two men descended the ancient, rusted ladder, curious to see where it would take them.
Marks recalled, “My dad saw it and knew right away that it was an air raid shelter.””After searching on Google, we discovered that there are many in this area.”
The shelter they found in Marks’ garden looked to have been constructed during World War II.
According to Marks, “the previous owner must have known it was there and he must have filled it in when he built the house and put a garden in.”
During the war, these shelters were meant to shield civilians from bombing. It is thought that a guy by the name of Sir John Anderson invented them.
A wall has been sealed with bricks. Though we don’t know, I’m ninety percent certain we won’t discover any more chambers. In order to make room for the foundations when the home was erected, they may have bricked up one of the walls, according to Marks.”We’ll just have to leave it if that’s the case,” he continued.
His discovery was captured on camera, and soon his tale went global.
Marks and his father consider the shelter to be a significant historical landmark, therefore they intend to restore it. They contend that although if that era of history is in the past, it shouldn’t be ignored since it gives us a glimpse into bygone times.
As I was about to drive my wife in labor to the hospital, I received a call saying my mother was passing away
Just as my wife’s water broke, I got a call from my mother’s nurse, and she told me my mom was dying. I was torn and forced to make a difficult decision.
The day Debra found out she was pregnant was one of those days that I will cherish for the rest of my life. We had cried together, unable to believe that we were going to have a baby home soon, and I promised Debra I’d be an amazing dad.
Debra and I had waited to become parents for a long time. We were one of those miracle couples who conceived after going through tons of failed fertility treatments and doctors telling us there was no chance.
“We’ll be the best parents to him, darling,” I told Debra one night. “I can’t wait to hold our baby in my arms.”
“I know, honey,” she’d said, smiling. I gently kissed her baby bump and promised Debra I’d always be by her side.
Debra had always been very anxious about the pregnancy due to the complications, and I had told her I would be there for her, so there was no need to worry.
Little did I know fate would plunge me into a situation where I’d have to choose between her and my mom while was in labor…
I still get chills when I recall that day. It started as a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, and nothing seemed wrong with the outside world. I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen because Debra wasn’t feeling well that morning.
I quickly assembled a breakfast plate for her, and I went to call her for breakfast. As I entered our bedroom, I saw she was leaning against the wall with one hand, clutching her baby bump and breathing heavily.
“Honey, are you okay?” I dashed to her, worried. “Should I call the doctor?”
“Gordon…my water…it…it broke,” she whispered heavily, and that’s when I noticed the floor beneath her. It was wet. “Take me to the hospital, Gordon…Please!” she cried.
“Jesus!” I panicked. “I’ll get the car started. Just hang on a sec, honey.”
I ran to our car, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the living room shelf. I opened the car door, then rushed back inside to help Debra.
“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll reach the hospital in no time. Okay, we’ve got this.” I was comforting her as her labor pains began. I was terrified and nervous. I was praying everything would be fine.
After we made it to the car and Debra got inside, I locked her door and rushed to take my seat. Then my phone rang. It was my mom’s nurse, Marla, calling me. My mother had been diagnosed with a progressive cardiac condition, and due to her illness, she was confined to bed rest.
Worried, I answered the phone, and Marla’s voice on the other end of the line broke me from inside.
“Gordon,” she said in a weak voice. “Your mom… She had a heart attack, so I took her to the hospital. The doctors say there is little hope she’ll make it… Your mother is dying. I think you should be here as soon as you can.”
“Jesus, Jesus!” I exhaled a sigh. Why was everything happening at the same time? I was ripped to shreds and didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, there was Debra, who was in labor, and on the other, there was my mother.
I went inside the car, tears in my eyes, and told Debra everything. I couldn’t hide it from her, anyway. She saw my face and asked me what was wrong. And I blurted everything out.
“Mom is dying, honey. She had a heart attack, and Marla’s asking me to be there as soon as possible. I am so nervous. I – I don’t know what to do….”
“Honey,” Debra said. “Call a taxi. I’ll go by myself…”
“What?” I was taken aback. “No, we can’t do that!”. She was drenched in sweat and moaning in pain. “Look at you. It’s just not….”
“We don’t have time, honey…Ahh…call the taxi now, Gordon. Your mom needs you. You are a son first, then a husband. I will manage. Your mom…she…” Her pain was becoming worse.
“I’m calling the taxi. Oh, God!”
Thankfully, I got a taxi soon, and I instructed the driver to take Debra to the hospital safely. My hands shook as I drove to my mother’s hospital, and my tears wouldn’t stop. My heart was racing, wondering about Debra’s condition and if our baby would be alright.
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