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Apparently, Family, and Head: Boy Dies After Daycare Worker Leaves Him in Nursery Van for Nearly 12 Hours @balleralert Boy Dies After Daycare Worker Leaves Him in Nursery Van for Nearly 12 Hours – blogged by @MsJennyb β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € On Monday, a three-year-old boy died after being left in a hot van outside a day care center for nearly 12 hours in the Florida heat. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € According to reports, MylesHill was apparently forgotten by a day care employee, during a trip between two centers run by Little Miracles Academy in Orlando. After the staff worker failed to do a head count, Hill remained trapped inside the parked car as the sweltering heat brought temperatures to nearly 95 degrees. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € It wasn’t until Hill’s grandmother phoned authorities, nearly 11 hours later, to report her grandson missing, when he was not dropped off at her home. When officials arrived back at the center, they found the three-year-old unresponsive in the daycare van. He was confirmed dead at the scene. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Although criminal charges are pending against the worker responsible, she has been very cooperative with officials, as police say she is still very upset about what happened. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € In the meantime, the child’s family has called for the nursey to be shut down. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Hill would have turned 4 later this month.
Apparently, Family, and Head: Boy Dies After Daycare Worker Leaves
 Him in Nursery Van for Nearly 12
 Hours
 @balleralert
Boy Dies After Daycare Worker Leaves Him in Nursery Van for Nearly 12 Hours – blogged by @MsJennyb β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € On Monday, a three-year-old boy died after being left in a hot van outside a day care center for nearly 12 hours in the Florida heat. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € According to reports, MylesHill was apparently forgotten by a day care employee, during a trip between two centers run by Little Miracles Academy in Orlando. After the staff worker failed to do a head count, Hill remained trapped inside the parked car as the sweltering heat brought temperatures to nearly 95 degrees. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € It wasn’t until Hill’s grandmother phoned authorities, nearly 11 hours later, to report her grandson missing, when he was not dropped off at her home. When officials arrived back at the center, they found the three-year-old unresponsive in the daycare van. He was confirmed dead at the scene. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Although criminal charges are pending against the worker responsible, she has been very cooperative with officials, as police say she is still very upset about what happened. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € In the meantime, the child’s family has called for the nursey to be shut down. β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € Hill would have turned 4 later this month.

Boy Dies After Daycare Worker Leaves Him in Nursery Van for Nearly 12 Hours – blogged by @MsJennyb β €β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € On Monday, a three-year-o...

Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said, "If Allah wants to do good to somebody, He afflicts him with trials." A very inspiring Story: must read BEAUTIFUL STORY MUST READ @islamleveryone A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, β€œRashed… where were you?” β€œWhere would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, β€œWith my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, β€œRashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. β€œWhat doctor?” I cried out, β€œI just want to see my son Salem!” Continues πŸ‘‡
Beautiful, Doctor, and Friends: Allah's Messenger (*) said,
 "If Allah wants to do good to somebody,
 He afflicts him with trials."
 A very inspiring Story: must read
 BEAUTIFUL STORY
 MUST READ
 @islamleveryone
A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night. I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say. I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, β€œRashed… where were you?” β€œWhere would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, β€œWith my friends of course.” She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, β€œRashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek. I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain. I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery. β€œWhat doctor?” I cried out, β€œI just want to see my son Salem!” Continues πŸ‘‡

A Man Named Rashed This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows… I was not more than thirty years old when m...