Rich Young Woman Mocks Poor Old Man, Two Days Later They Switch Places — Story of the Day

A rich young woman mocks the janitor at her father’s company and he decides to teach her a lesson she will never forget.

Danielle Grobber was used to having everything her own way. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and very, very rich. Or at least, Danielle’s father was very rich and she’d always thought of his money as hers.

So Danielle, or Danie, as her friends called her, was more than a little spoiled, but she always managed to charm her way out of trouble with her sweet talk and her dazzling smile. Then she crossed a line, and her father taught her a life lesson she would never forget.

Danielle was about to go off on a two-week dream vacation to the Caribean and had talked her father into taking her on a shopping spree. Not that Danie was in need of anything, she just loved shopping with her dad.

Unfortunately, he had to skip their lunch to attend to some urgent issues, and so she’d wandered around a bit before walking into a famous fast food restaurant and ordering herself a burger with all the trimmings, fries, a large soda, and an apple pie.

She took her order and walked back to her dad’s building which was surrounded by a well-tended lawn dotted with shady trees, comfortable benches, and murmuring fountains. She sat and ate her food while she texted her friends on her phone.

When she finished, she wiped her lips, crumpled the napkin, and carefully applied lipstick. Then she got up and started to walk away, leaving all the packaging and left-overs on the bench.

A voice stopped her in her tracks. “Excuse me, miss!” the voice said. “Please pick up your trash and put it in the bin.”

Treat everyone with respect if you want to be respected.

Danie turned around and stared at a thin elderly man in a janitor’s uniform who was sweeping the garden path. “Excuse me?” she asked. “Are you talking to ME?”

“Yes, young lady,” the man said. “This little park is for the people who work here to enjoy, and I don’t think it’s fair to leave rubbish behind.”

“I don’t clean up!” Danie said arrogantly. “People clean up for ME. People like you, the servant class — isn’t that your job? So do it — clean it up!”

The elderly man flushed. “Young lady,” he said. “My job is to keep this building and this garden spick and span but what you did is disrespectful…”

Danie interrupted him rudely. “You work for my father, which means you work for me! If I tell you to clean up, you clean up, if I tell you to lick my shoes, you lick my shoes or I’ll get you fired!”

It was at that moment that Danie heard a voice like thunder: “DANIELLE!” She turned around to find her father standing there looking furious. “Who do you think you are?” Jack Grobber asked her. “How dare you humiliate this man, who has worked for me for over 20 years. A hard-working man, with a family!”

“Daddy?” said Danie in her best little girl voice. “Please don’t be mad at me…I’m sooo sorry!” But under her sweet smile, Jack caught a flicker of mockery. Danie thought she was going to get away with this, just like she’d gotten away with everything in the past.

“Apologize to Mr. Terence, Danielle,” Jack ordered and watched as his daughter turned to the janitor with her most charming manner — but now he knew it was all an act.

“It’s my fault,” Jack thought. “I have to put this right!” But how do you undo a lifetime of indulgence and teach a young woman respect and responsibility?

Then Jack had a brilliant idea. “Mr. Terence, you look very tired!” he said. “I think you need a vacation!”

Mr. Terence smiled and shook his head. “My wife says the same, Mr. Grobber, but I’m saving up my vacation days for the end of the year so we can spend Christmas with the grandchildren!”

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Terence,” Jack said. “I’m giving you two weeks off and an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas for you and your wife!”

Mr. Terence’s gaped. “Sir? The Bahamas…But who will fill in for me?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Terence,” Jack said smiling. “My daughter Danielle will be more than happy to fill in for you, to make up for the unpleasant way she treated you.”

“WHAT?” screamed Danie, “Are you mad, daddy? I’m going on vacation…”

“Not anymore,” Jack said. “Mr. and Mrs. Terence are going in your place, and you will do his job while he is away.”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!” screamed Danielle. “I’m not a janitor! Cleaning toilets? Sweeping? Picking up other people’s trash? I won’t do it!”

“Yes you will,” her father said coldly. “Or I will cut off your allowance, take away that convertible…”

“It’s MY car!” cried Danie.

“No, Danielle,” Jack said quietly. “It’s MY car. I paid for it, I pay for the insurance and the gas. It’s all mine. Everything you have, I give you, so I think it’s time you learned how hard people have to work for every dollar.”

Danie knew her father very well, and by the look in his eyes, she realized she’d crossed some boundary. He would not be sweet-talked out of this crazy notion!

“You start on Monday,” Jack told her, then he turned to Mr. Terence. “And you’d better go home and pack, Mr. Terence! Bon Voyage!”

Monday morning Danie was there in her uniform, cleaning and sweeping, and emptying trash cans. By the end of the day she was exhausted, her beautiful nails were ruined, and her soft pampered hands were red and sore.

By the time Mr. Terence came back from the Bahamas with an amazing tan, Danie was quite an expert at the job and he was happy to report to Mr. Grobber that she’d left everything spick and span — no trash in the garden!

As for Danie, she never again disrespected anyone for doing a hard day’s work because she knew exactly what that felt like!

The child was born deaf? Leave him at the hospital, I’m not going to raise a child like that!” — said my wife, raising her voice.

— Our boy was born deaf? Leave him at the hospital, I’m not ready to nurture such a child!” — my wife’s voice rang with a fury I had never noticed before.

“— Olga, what are you saying? This is flesh of our flesh,” — I looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.

The doctor put his hand on my shoulder: “Congenital deafness, complete. Unfortunately, there’s no chance of recovery.”

In these sounds, which my son would never hear, reality was terrible.

“— You don’t understand, Sasha,” — Olga said.

“This is a sentence for us for life. Special conditions… We’ll just destroy ourselves. When will we live?”

I shifted my gaze to the tiny bundle. A small, wrinkled face, gently pink and peaceful.

“— I’m taking him home,” — I said quietly but firmly. “— What?” “— I said I’m taking the baby. Alone.”

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“— Are you out of your mind? You’re working part-time as an electrician! How are you going to raise such a baby?” “— Exactly the same as any other. Day by day.”

In the morning, I found that Olga had abondoned, leaving a note with two lines: “Sorry. I can’t control it.”

Five years of life together were only four words on a torn notebook page.

A week later, I delivered my son to my home.

“— And how are you going to manage alone?” — our neighbor Marina Petrovna called out from behind the fence as I approached the house. “— No idea,” — I answered honestly. “— But there’s no choice.”

The first months transformed into an endless survival race. I learned to alter diapers with one hand while working part-time job.

The village commented: “Poor guy,” “He shouldn’t have let his wife go,” “It’s not a man’s job to suffer from diapers.”

I realized a simple truth: my son didn’t know he was missing anything. To him, the world had always been peaceful. But that didn’t make him imperfect. In his world, there were just unsimilar rules.

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Every day, we learned a new language. Seeing my sleeping son in his crib, I often thought: “How can anyone reject their own child just because he’s not like everyone else?”

Fortunately, I had recently received a house from my parents and sold it, so I had enough money for living expenses, and I could only work in my free time when the neighbors could watch the baby.

Thus, we began a new life. 

After 5 years, Denis grew into a smart, smiled boy with unruly brown curls.

Our house was full of a language without sounds — a language of images and touches. I mastered the sign language for objects, actions, and feelings. My son also learned.

At night, when Denis fell asleep, I would call the representative of schools to register for study. 

“— Alexander, you understand that our school is not equipped to teach a child like yours?” — the principal, Nadezhda Igorevna, said softly but firmly. “— Specialists are needed, special methods…”

“— What if I accompany him to classes? Translate everything the teachers say?”

“— And when will you work?” — she sighed. “— Sasha, understand, he needs a boarding school for the hearing impaired in the city.”

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The solution came unpredictedly with the arrival of a new teacher.

Anna Sergeevna transferred to our village school from the city. I met her for the first time in our local store, where she was unsuccessfully trying to explain to Nina Fyodorovna that she was prepare for the local press.

“— We don’t have any newspapers,” — I intervened. “— But there’s Zinaida Petrovna. She delivers the mail and also collects and expands all the gossip. A walking newspaper, you could say.”

Anna laughed said:
“— Thanks for the tip,” — she extended her hand. “— I’m Anna, the new elementary school teacher.”

“— My son says you have a beautiful smile,” — I translated.

“— You understand sign language?” — she quickly questioned.

“— Yes,” — Denis responded with gestures. “— Dad taught me.”

To my surprise, Denis already understand a lot — he had learned to read some words by lip-reading and had taught himself the basics of math.

“— And an incredible attention to detail. He can’t hear, but he notices what others miss.”

One evening, when Denis was already in the middle of the tenth dream, we sat on the veranda.

“— You know,” — Anna said quietly, “— I’ve never met a father like you.”

“— What kind of father?”

“— A real one. The kind who doesn’t take the easy path.”

Six months later, their marriage came true.

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No fanfare, no noise, just the closest ones. Denis carried the pillow with the rings, beaming with pride over the task entrusted to him.

And then, six months later, a little miracle occured in our life.

Anna brought back from a trip to the city an experimental hearing aid she got through old connections.
“— It won’t improve full hearing,” — she concerned, “— but it may help distinguish very loud sounds.”

We installed the device, not expecting much. Anna picked up a bell and rang it right next to Denis’s ear.

My son’s face transformed — his eyes widened, his lips parted in amazement.

“— I felt something! What was that?”

And over time, Denis called Anna “Mom” for the first time.

“— Tell me about my real mom,” — Denis’s gestures were confident.

I knew this question was undeniable. But it still caught me off guard.
“— Why now?” — my hands moved slower than usual.

“— I want to know everything that’s left in the past before moving forward,” — Denis smiled.

“I’ve been offered a job,” — Denis smiled. “— At an IT company. Remote development. They liked my contest project.”

Despite deafness, he developed an amazing ability to see patterns in code that others missed.

“— Congratulations, son!” — I hugged him. “

“— A new stage is coming,”

“— I want to settle everything that’s left in the past before moving forward.”

When the doctors shared her about your deafness, she broke down.

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She was scared she wouldn’t deal with, scared of the life that awaited us.

“— She wanted to leave me at the hospital?” — Denis said.

“— Yes,” — I admitted. “— She said she couldn’t nurture a special child.”

“— Did you ever tell her about me? Did you try to find her?”

“— No,” — I mutted. “— She left for good. I heard she got married in the city, had more kids. I didn’t seek out a meeting. I thought — if she wants, she’ll find me.”

“— Do you regret it?” — His gaze was piercing. “— Staying with me alone?”

I smiled:

“— Not a single day, son. Not a single minute.”

“— What’s this serious conversation about?” — her hands fluttered in the air, creating words.

“— The past,” — Denis answered, then turned to me. “— I forgive her, Dad. But I don’t want to meet her. My real mom is here,” — he threw a warm glance at Anna.

“— He’s grown into an amazing person,” — she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

“— Thanks to you,” — I kissed her on the temple.

“— No,” — she shook her head. “— Thanks to your decision.”

So we sat together under the evening sky — not a perfect family, but a true one. She left because she couldn’t deal with my health. And we stayed. And became a family.

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