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Mr. Sleepy

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Mr. Sleepy, a high school trigonometry teacher, loved math. He even did it in his sleep.

Literally.

When students got their first exams back, they notice some scribbles and numbers in random spots. They brushed it off.

A few weeks later, Mr. Sleepy was sitting at his desk while students were taking an exam. Suddenly, students heard Mr. Sleepy snoring.

When Mr. Sleepy would write on the chalkboard, he would slowly drift off, and his chalk would slide down as he dozed off making random, spotted lines.

Students started to think he was sleep deprived. Then rumors about Mr. Sleepy staying up too late playing video games started spreading.

One day a student went to his office for help before school started. As he explained his question, Mr. Sleepy fell asleep on the student’s textbook. He even drooled a bit.

Finally, one day during a college-planning meeting with his counselor, the student brought the issue up, emphasizing he didn’t want to get Mr. Sleepy into trouble – and that he was solely trying to help Mr. Sleepy and perhaps even trying to avoid a dangerous situation.

A month later, Mr. Sleepy was no longer sleepy.

He had been diagnosed with Narcolepsy and finally sought help and treatment.

 

Dr. Michael Thorpy, Director of the Sleep-Wake Disorders Center at the Montefiore Medical Center, Bronx, New York

Dr. Thorpy said Narcolepsy is a chronic neurological disorder that causes sleepiness, and in some patients, emotionally induced weakness.

“Narcolepsy is a genetic predisposition and can be precipitated by a vaccination,” he said. “If not treated, the main concern is they’ll tend to fall asleep throughout the day.”

People with Narcolepsy have sleep attacks – they could fall down, get dizzy, and even get injured.

“Getting help is very important,” Dr. Thorpy said. “If somebody has narcolepsy, they’re dysfunctional all day and unable to concentrate. This affects their memory, affects their ability to multitask, and they may fall asleep in a situation they want to be awake in – for example, driving.

“Disorders of sleepiness severely affect the life of somebody,” Dr. Thorpy said. “They should get treated to improve the quality of their life.”

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Anti-Roti

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A Pakistani wife of one and mom of four whipped up fresh, hand-made roti for dinner every single day of the year.

Her husband loved them. He was always first to finish.

The kids liked the roti as well, just not the quantity they had to finish.

All four young ones were trying to get out of finishing their roti. However, they never knew others were doing the same thing — just via different avenues. Decades later, the kids finally discovered each other’s brilliant tactics.

Simultaneously:

Child #1: Broke off pieces of her roti and nonchalantly left them under her placemat – limiting the amount she had to finish before being allowed to leave the dinner table.

Child #2: Stuffed small pieces of roti into her mouth until she could not fit anymore – then excused herself during dinner to use the washroom. There, she’d spit it all out into toilet paper, hide it in a huge rolled-up ball and toss it.

Child #3: Broke off small pieces of roti and “accidentally” dropped them on the floor.

Child #4: Broke off chunks of roti and threw them into plant pots throughout the kitchen.

The mom obviously found pieces of roti everywhere – and definitely figured out her roti was being wasted. Still, she made the same amount of roti every day in hopes everybody would finish – and not waste.

The mom, now also a grandma of seven, still makes fresh roti every day. Now she even sends some along to her grandkids – all of whom finish it ever so happily.

 

Dana Morris, Donation Specialist at Panera Bread:

“At Panera Bread, our bakers bake our bakery products overnight to ensure our customers are receiving freshly baked products every morning and throughout the day,” said Dana.

“We actually do not waste our bread; we have a program in place called the Day-End Dough-Nation™ program,” she said. “At the end of each day, our bakery-cafes package their unsold bread and baked goods to donate to local hunger relief and charitable organizations.”

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Airplane etiquette (Part II)

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Ian and his family of four were off to Hong Kong. Flight time was a whopping 16 hours.

The four took up almost the full middle row of the airplane. Ian graciously offered to sit next to the stranger – a 5-foot Asian man who had all his technology scattered out on his folding tray.

Mr. Technology was on his tablet, in the zone. His jawbone, earbuds, Bluetooth keyboard, iPhone, Google glass, a USB powered personal fan and mini-light, and of course a Smartpen – all accompanied his iPad air 2.

Fruits, cookies, peanuts, pretzels, chocolate and a warm meal kept passengers busy munching.

Next came drinks.

A flight attendant came down the aisle and asked Ian what he wanted to drink.

Ian: “Sprite, please.”

As the flight attendant nearly finished pouring his drink, a tiny bit of turbulence began.

The flight attendant reached over Mr. Technology to hand Ian the drink.

Turbulence increased immensely.

Ian: “Ma’am, I think I’ll pass. I don’t want it to spill.”

(Mr. Technology stared up frightfully at the cup)

Flight attendant: “The turbulence will go away in a second. Just take it.”

Ian: “I don’t want it. Trust me, it will spill.”

Flight attendant: “I can’t take it back now that I have poured it. You have to take it.”

Ian: “Please lady. No.”

Flight attendant: “Please take it. My trash is full. Just drink it quickly.”

Turbulence peaked. The drink started to splash around.

Mr. Technology hovered his hands over his gear and leaned down in hopes to shield his fancy equipment.

Flight attendant: “Take the drink!”

Ian: “I don’t want it!”

Flight attendant: “Take it!”

Ian: “I don’t want it anymore!!”

Flight attendant: “Take it so I can take shelter in back! This turbulence is unsafe!”

Ian had to give in for her safety.

He reached over to grab the drink. Of course the Sprite spilled all over Mr. Technology’s balding head, his tablet, and his whole technology spread.

It also fell all over Ian’s pants.

Before any more could spill, Ian quickly chugged the quarter cup that was left.

The obnoxious air hostess ran to her safe zone as fast as she could.

Ian’s family was knocked out the entire time.

All Ian had to clean up with was the tiny, dinky napkin the flight attendant gave him with his dripping Sprite.

He kindly offered it to Mr. Technology.

 

 

Jennifer Chan, who’s been a flight attendant for 25 years with a major airline, of Davis, California:

“As soon as it starts to get bumpy, everybody wants to give you everything back,” Jennifer said. “If that had been me, I would have not given the drink. I would have taken it back and dealt with it somehow.”

Jennifer has certainly seen her share of incidents with people spilling their coffee or wine on another passenger.

“Luckily, now our electronic equipment is a lot more durable,” she said. “It didn’t used to be that way.”

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Airplane etiquette (Part I)

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It’s pretty typical for almost every passenger flying to an international destination to want to recline their seat.

And Stella wanted to do just that.

During an 8-hour flight to Spain, she and her sister were sitting in a two-seat section of the plane next to the window. They were flying alone for the first time – anxious to check out Spain all on their own.

After takeoff, the two college students decided to recline their seats.

Stella’s sister, Katie, pushed back her seat and went as far back as possible. She smiled, happy she was comfortable.

Simultaneously, Stella attempt to recline her chair, but it appeared stuck. She pushed back hard several times – the last time with all her might. The chair wouldn’t give.

Katie: “That’s funny, mine went back just fine.”

Stella: “At least one of ours did… can you help me push mine on three? I think it’s jammed.”

1… 2… 3…

“Uhhffffff!!” (Said a man with a deep, heavy voice).

Stella’s seat bounced right back forward.

Katie, confused at what could possibly be behind them, pulled her chair forward, too.

The two sisters sat facing forward like two little angels, as if nothing happened. They sat in silence for five minutes.

In whispering voices:

Stella: What the heck was that?

Katie: Want me to check?

Stella: Can you see?

Katie: Let’s peek through the seat gap…

Stella and Katie slowly began to investigate the situation, with half of each girl’s face pushed against the gap.

An extra-large man gave them an angry glare. The girls looked down and saw his huge stomach pushed up against the back of Stella’s seat.

Whoops!!

 

Jennifer Chan of Davis, California has been a flight attendant for 25 years with a major airline

“An airplane is filled with a lot of people in a very small amount of space, so these kinds of issues come up all the time,” Jennifer said. “People don’t want to share the space around them. Especially in this country, people are very particular about their personal space. And on an airplane, that personal space is extremely small, you have no control over it and all you have is your seat – nothing else.”

Jennifer has encountered instances of personal space violation throughout her career. She has dealt with people not wanting to share the space under their seat for luggage (not even for five minutes). She has also come across people fighting for overhead baggage space. And of course, she has met people not wanting to sit next to another for some specific reason.

“Yesterday I had a situation where I had to move a young mother and a girl so they could sit together,” Jennifer said. “A gentleman in the aisle said he’ll move, but another guy in the row didn’t want to sit by a child.”

Jennifer ended up moving the mom and girl to another row.

“At least I had an option to move them somewhere else,” she said. “Sometimes we don’t have that option, and that makes things difficult.”

Jennifer said that in general, the American population and airline industry has changed.

“Nobody says please and thank you anymore, and we’ve lost that sense of looking out for each other and just being polite,” she said.

“Also, seats are getting smaller, airplanes are getting narrower, and planes are more crowded than they ever were before,” Jennifer said. “I think that puts people on edge even more.

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Stay cool

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Mark, a vice president at a global financial services company, had a monthly team leadership meeting Monday morning with nine other executives.

On his walk to work, he checked his calendar. The meeting was in the warmest room in the office.

“Thank god I’m wearing my clinical strength deodorant,” he thought.

As everyone gathered around a large table and got their PowerPoint presentations ready, Mark felt a little extra warm. He also noticed his hands were unexpectedly sweating.

An assistant popped her head into the meeting room with a quick update:

“Ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately the air conditioning is not working in this room,” Amy said. “Help is on the way, but it probably won’t be fixed until after your meeting concludes.”

Clothing layers started to slowly come off – still keeping things classy and professional, of course.

About one hour into the meeting, Amy placed a box of Andes mint chocolates on the table to keep everybody a little extra cool.

The executives passed around the box. Mark was up next and didn’t want to be chewing food during his presentation – so he dropped one Andes mint into his shirt’s front pocket and proceeded to the front of the room.

Mark continued for about a half hour with his presentation. After answering a few questions, he was excited to indulge in his Andes mint.

He reached into his pocket… only to find a melted green and brown mixture leaking out of the green foil wrapper, dripping and spreading everywhere.

Mark finally accepted that he had a mild case of Hyperhidrosis and sought help.

 

Adelaide Hebert, MD, Professor of Dermatology and Pediatrics at University of Texas Medical School in Houston, Texas:

Hyperhidrosis is sweating in excess to keep your body temperature at a normal level.

Dr. Hebert said that although a hot day or an emotionally stressful situation could potentially intensify Hyperhidrosis, it doesn’t cause it.

“Someone could be sitting there pouring sweat for no reason that is known or understood,” she said. “Unfortunately, we don’t know the cause yet. People are looking into this, but it’s not as straightforward as other medical conditions.”

Dr. Hebert said Hyperhidrosis causes psychosocial problems. People often have to wear black clothing because it doesn’t show a sweat stain. Some people whose hands sweat a lot have trouble with the keyboard, a musical instrument, shaking hands, holding hands, sports, etc.

“It’s just very embarrassing,” she said. “Patients avoid social situations because they’re embarrassed they sweat excessively.”

Dr. Hebert suggests people first see a dermatologist.

“The first thing is to get to a dermatologist who takes care of patients,” she said. “People usually feel relief that they can speak to someone who’s knowledgeable and who has a depth of experience.”

After that, some options people have include:

  • Wear clinical strength, over-the-counter deodorant
  • Wear special t-shirts and/or socks that help absorb sweat
  • Botox
  • Iontophoresis: Patients put their hand or food in a little tray that has a mild electric current, which blocks the sweat from coming out of the sweat duct.
  • Get prescription medication

For more information on Hyperhidrosis, go to www.sweathelp.org.

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Slippin’ and slidin’

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Marty’s 40th birthday was right around the corner. His oldest and gold-est friends were anxious to take him out. They wanted to go cosmic bowling.

February 7th finally rolled around. Marty made sure to grab his socks. He hated paying for them at the alley.

A grand total of eight guys – some single, some married, and some married with kids – gathered at Fire Lane Bowl to kick back and have a memorable night.

And they sure did.

At first the guys were warming up. Scores were all over the board. After a few games, four of Marty’s friends were on a roll and beating everybody with streaks of strikes and spares.

Marty was not usually a competitive individual, but since it was his birthday, he had a mild desire to win. The more he thought about it, the more his adrenaline started rushing.

Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” came on, and that only pumped him up even more. The lights were out, disco balls and colors were swirling around the room, laser lights were flashing, and even the bowling pins were glowing in the dark. He was ready to make his move.

His turn came. He thought since he’s been getting lots of gutters, he should get closer to the line before he rolls.

“Heck, why don’t I just go a little past the line for better aim,” he thought.

Marty got a good start, swung his right hand and ball back, and made a run into the lane. As soon as he passed the line, he went flying down the bowling lane – bottom down. His ball bounced into another lane (ultimately scoring a spare), and he landed about five feet away from the bowling pins.

Fire Lane Bowl’s cosmic night paused.

The disco balls, lights, glow in the dark pins and even Michael Jackson turned off. The regular lights went on. Everybody at Fire Lane Bowl, including a huge party of sweet sixteen-ers, stopped and stared at Marty.

The manager went running down to help Marty up. Marty was still in shock and couldn’t figure out what happened.

“Hey man, what the heck happened,” asked Fire Lane Bowl’s Manager, Bob.

“I dunno man, I just slipped,” Marty responded.

His friends tried hard to hold in their laughter. They obviously couldn’t.

Bob explained to Marty that bowling lanes are always oiled.

 

Shannon Powell, General Manager at Dart Bowl in Austin, Texas

Shannon, who has 16 years of experience managing bowling alleys, said Dart Bowl has at least one person who slips down the bowling alley each month – despite signs everywhere and people accepting bowling conditions prior to starting.

Shannon said Dart Bowl oils their lanes twice daily – once in the morning and once in the evening.

“Oiling the lanes helps protect the lanes and the ball,” she said. “The ball going down at such a high speed causes friction, and the oil helps the balls get down there more easily.”

Unlike many bowling alleys, Dart Bowl is strict about bowlers crossing the line.

“If you go over the foul line, you lose your turn,” she said. “We let everybody know not to cross the foul line because the lane conditioner (oil) on the other side.

“It’s just for their safety,” Shannon said. “Just read the warning signs, and if you have problems, always contact the front desk.”

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Zooming

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Gina’s first job while in high school was at a flower shop.

For her, it was definitely the best job ever. She got to make arrangements. Help people pick flowers for loved ones. Set up weddings. Organize flowers. And the best part – take home old flowers.

Gina was the youngest employee at the shop, and always volunteered to pick up food for everyone in her brand new, red Toyota Prius.

The first, and last, time Gina went out for a Starbucks run, she was getting Frappuccino’s for four. She put the order in via the Starbucks app on her iPhone 6 Plus and was off to the nearest coffee joint. It was .02 miles away.

The barista packed the drinks into a four-cup to-go carton and stuck a plastic handle over it for convenient carrying.

Perfect, Gina thought. She got to her car and put the to-go carton on the floor in front of the empty passenger’s seat.

She made one simple mental note prior to driving off – no matter what, do not slam the brakes.

Gina exited the Starbucks lot. At the red light, she scrolled down her iTunes playlist and put on Taylor Swift’s brand spankin’ new album. She blasted her favorite song – “Out of Style.” For Gina, there was nothing better than jamming out to her favorite song on a perfect, beautiful, summer day.

She made it about .01 miles when suddenly she thought she heard a honk. Annoyed somebody was interrupting her in-car dance session, she checked her rear-view mirror.

A firefighter inside a giant fire truck was furiously honking his horn at Gina, while sirens were also sounding. There were three other emergency vehicles behind the fire truck.

She panicked. And of course, slammed her brakes.

All four frapp’s went flying, immediately staining Gina’s cream-colored mats.

While freaking out, she also forgot she was still in the left lane.

The firefighter continued to honk endlessly and angrily, drove around Gina and proceeded to put out a fire.

Gina drove the remainder of the .01 mile route very slowly, carefully and quietly – without Taylor Swift.

 

Battalion Chief Marty Coomes, with the Lombard, Illinois Fire Department:

“Unfortunately, I’d have to say that six out of ten times people don’t follow proper emergency vehicle protocol,” Chief Marty said. “It’s pretty bad that there’s quite a bit of either disregard or unawareness.”

Proper protocol is commonly taught in driving exams, Chief Marty explained. Drivers need to pull to the right for sirens and lights.

“The proper thing to do is, when safe, pull to the right and come to a complete stop,” he said. “There are certainly situations when you have a traffic lane and you can’t merge, but at least put the signal on and start to slow down so we know what your intention is.”

Chief Marty said new drivers should especially pay attention to their mirrors to keep a general alertness about traffic around them.

He also suggests people keep their radio volume down as well so they can hear what’s going on around them.

“I have noticed, in the past 29 years, attention to emergency vehicles does appear to have gotten worse with the prevalence of cellular phones, and especially with people texting and driving,” Chief Marty said. “Distracted driving has made the situation much worse.”

 

 Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Unexpected guests

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A lovely, 93 year-old great-grandmother living in San Francisco had a handful of family members to keep her company.

She looked like a 71 year-old – still very fresh, mobile and energetic.

She greatly adored her son, grandson and her 11-year-old great grandson – who was her favorite.

Everything at the grandma’s household was always normal and smooth sailing.

Until one night. The police showed up at the front door at around 11PM claiming somebody from the house had called.

It happened once. Twice. Then for four days in a row.

Everyone living in the house insisted nobody called and would hush away the cops. Some days the police would come back multiple times, other days they wouldn’t. Slowly, police started circling the neighborhood during the day to make sure everything looked normal. Neighbors started gossiping and wondering what was going on in the house and what all the police activity was for.

All family members, except for grandma, were gone to work or school all day. And nobody had any idea of the extra street company.

One day the great-grandson was home sick from school and noticed all the police activity. He was shocked that the police were showing up during the day and night.

Finally, after some investigation, the tech-savvy kid finally figured it out.

Lovely grandma got lonely every night after everybody went to bed and called her family in India. Their international dialing code is 9-1. And another 1 prior to the phone number.

After a couple slow dialing attempts, she’d finally get through… and chat the night away with her door closed, lights on and late night television blasted.

 

Kalah Considine, emergency communications manager for Naperville Police Department’s 9-1-1 Center

The Naperville Police Department usually gets 25 to 40 accidental calls daily.

Kalah said most accidental calls are cell phone pocket dials. Second are large corporations that require callers to dial 9 to make outside calls. International calls are third in line.

If someone knows they accidentally called 9-1-1, Kalah suggests they stay on the line.

“Explain it was accidental and we’ll confirm it by asking a couple questions,” she said. “If they’re hanging up and hear us on the line, they should just return the call and assure us that everything’s OK. It’s no problem, and it’s much easier for us to get verbal confirmation than to have to go through the steps of dispatching someone to the location.”

From January through July of 2015, the Naperville Police Department has dispatched officers 782 times for accidental 9-1-1 dials.

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Paper trail

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A young diva, who could have easily passed for a  Kardashian, had a two-hour layover at LAX. She comfortably waltzed around the Los Angeles airport with her Christian Louboutin booties, a Chanel shoulder bag and a rock the size of Jupiter.

Her picture-perfect curls lasted the entire five-hour flight.

Jeans skin tight. Black was a good color on her.

Of course, after exiting the plane, her first stop was the bathroom. She spent some time in there – using the washroom, washing off germs and touching up her makeup.

Her next stop was the food court. As she decided between soup, a sandwich or pizza… she noticed people staring at her. She enjoyed the attention.

“Must be because I’m wearing my sunglasses that even more people think I’m a celebrity,” she thought. “They’re trying to figure out who I am.”

As she stood in line, an older man struck up a conversation.

The line behind her grew. Travelers walking by, people in line and others sitting down eating continued to stare.

She carried on flirting with the man until a teenager came running up to her.

“Ha. He wants an autograph,” she thought.

Teenager: “Excuse me, miss…”

Diva: Smiling… “Yes, honey?”

Teenager: “I just wanted to let you know that you have a trail of toilet paper sticking out of your jeans.”

There it was. A trail the length of about 19-square-sheets of toilet paper. One end was stuck into the back left corner of her jeans. The other end was sweeping the ground, catching all kinds of filth roaming the LAX floors.

 

Bridgette Raes of New York, Style expert, blogger at bridgetteraes.com and author of Style Rx: Dressing the Body You Have to Create the Body You Want

Sometimes people are so consumed with themselves, they’re not aware of what’s going on around them, Bridgette said. But regardless of personality, accidents happen.

“It will happen… it’s bound to happen,” she said. “We all have those stories when we’re walking down the street with our zippers down. Using this woman as an example, sometimes it brings us back to reality.”

Bridgette’s advice:

“After you go to the bathroom – take a look and make sure you didn’t tuck your shirt or dress into your pants or leggings, your zipper isn’t down or that toilet paper isn’t stuck to your shoe,” she suggested. “Still, no matter how mindful we are, things happen. And when it does happen, just remember that we’re human. We’ve all been there, and we have to be willing to laugh at ourselves.”

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Warming birds

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A young bird-lover was only six when he got his first pet bird, Dale. Dale was a white and yellow cockatiel.

One cold, winter day, the young boy decided Dale was very, very dirty and was in desperate need of a bath.

With his tiny hands, the boy gently held his new little friend under the bathroom sink and washed out tremendous amounts of dust and dirt.

He then dried Dale with a hand towel, but that wasn’t enough. Dale was wet and shivering.

The boy worried his bird was cold and would get sick. He started brainstorming ways to get his cockatiel warm.

His little-boy, scientific logic kicked in.

The young, caring bird-lover opened the microwave, placed his wet cockatiel onto the glass tray and set the timer for 10 seconds.

The boy noticed Dale was walking around inside, panicking and restless. Not exactly what he had expected.

He took out his bird seven seconds later – with three seconds still left to go on the timer. Dale came out warm, still wet and with a bleeding foot.

The young boy, who had been alone in the kitchen this whole time, desperately yelled for help.

His older sister rushed down, examined Dale and applied Kwik Stop (a powdery animal medicine that stops bleeding) to the affected area.

The cockatiel healed and had plenty of kids, then grandkids.

Dale lived a happy life, and died at the age of 9.

The boy’s passion for birds intensified, and he took in four more birds – all of which he adored. Still, he never loved any bird as much as Dale.

 

 Helen Dane, Veterinarian and owner of Danada Veterinary Hospital in Wheaton, Ill.

“Cockatiels are a very personable bird, and owners tend to have them out living with them more commonly than other birds that stay in the cage at all times,” Helen said. “Because they’re very inquisitive and interactive with their owners, they’re also one of the most common birds to be involved in household accidents.”

Helen said she has seen many household accidents with cockatiels. Once an owner accidentally sat on their bird and broke both of its legs, and another time a bird flew into boiling water.

“It’s because we love these birds so much that it’s very easy to forget they’re on the shoulder, door, etc., and we have to go out of our way to watch out for and help them,” Helen said.

As for accidentally radiating a bird, Helen said such an incident would damage the bird’s cell walls. However, if the radiation was not excessive and the bird had enough time to cool down, it could potentially recover.

“If heated up, there would definitely be thermal damage to the organs and cells, but the body also has an amazing ability to regenerate itself,” she said.

Helen said a cockatiel’s average life is between nine to 15 years, but could also be longer.

 

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this short story, excluding interviews, are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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