My sixteen-year-old granddaughter called me from a Charleston emergency room at 3:17 on a Tuesday morning, whispering, “Grandma, he said I fell, and Mom stood there and let him.” However, when I entered St. Augustine Medical Center and the orthopedic surgeon looked up from the nurse’s station, his expression changed, the floor seemed to stop, and I knew the man seated in the family waiting area had no idea whose night he had just ruined.
At 3am my granddaughter called me sobbing. “Grandma… I’m at the hospital. My stepfather broke my arm… But he told the doctor I fell. Mom chose to believe him.” When …
My sixteen-year-old granddaughter called me from a Charleston emergency room at 3:17 on a Tuesday morning, whispering, “Grandma, he said I fell, and Mom stood there and let him.” However, when I entered St. Augustine Medical Center and the orthopedic surgeon looked up from the nurse’s station, his expression changed, the floor seemed to stop, and I knew the man seated in the family waiting area had no idea whose night he had just ruined. Read More