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Children Forget about Their Father, So He Spends the Night Outdoors in a Wheelchair – Story of the Day
David Carter sat in his wheelchair outside the nursing home, shivering as the cold night air settled around him. The facility had closed its doors for the night, but he hadn’t been able to go back in. His children were supposed to pick him up for the holidays. They had promised.
But they never came.
It wasn’t the first time.
At 76, David had accepted that life had changed. Once, he had been strong, a hardworking father who provided everything for his three children—Michael, Lisa, and Jonathan. He had sacrificed vacations, new clothes, even his own health to put them through college and help them build successful lives.
And now? They barely called.
Earlier that day, he had been so excited. His children had promised to take him home for Christmas. He had dressed in his best sweater, wheeled himself to the front door, and waited. The staff had smiled at him, wishing him a Merry Christmas, assuming he would be gone before nightfall.
But as the hours passed, his smile faded.
By sunset, he had called Michael—no answer. Lisa’s phone went straight to voicemail. Jonathan had texted earlier, saying, “Running late, Dad! Be there soon.”
But he never showed up.
By the time the nursing home staff did their final rounds, they assumed he had left. And when the doors were locked for the night, David found himself stuck outside, alone in the biting cold.
His hands trembled—not just from the chill, but from heartbreak.
It wasn’t until early morning that a young nurse named Emma arrived for her shift and gasped at the sight of him.
“Mr. Carter! What happened?” she exclaimed, rushing to cover him with her coat.
He forced a weak smile. “My children were supposed to come.”
Emma’s eyes filled with sadness. She quickly wheeled him inside, wrapped him in a blanket, and gave him a warm drink.
“They don’t deserve you,” she muttered.
David chuckled bitterly. “They’re busy, I suppose.”
That morning, something inside Emma snapped. She took a picture of David—his tired eyes, his lonely expression—and posted it online with the caption:
“This man raised three successful children. They promised to pick him up for Christmas. They never came. He spent the night outside in his wheelchair. Don’t forget the people who gave you everything.”
The post went viral within hours. Thousands of people shared stories of their own forgotten parents, condemning David’s children.
Michael, Lisa, and Jonathan were bombarded with messages. Ashamed, they rushed to the nursing home, horrified to find their father had nearly frozen outside because of them.
Tears in their eyes, they fell to their knees. “Dad, we’re so sorry,” Lisa sobbed. “We were selfish.”
David studied them for a long moment, then smiled softly. “Just promise me this—don’t wait until it’s too late.”
And for the first time in years, they truly listened.
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