Man Removed From Nursing Home After Manager Spots Badge On Cap

The New Kid

He had spent six long months at Holy Oaks Nursing Home in Florida. It had become a familiar place to him, with its routine, its residents, and its staff. He tried to fit in but he always stood out.

Although he was safe now, he didn’t want to be there. Each day seemed like a repetition of the last, until one fateful afternoon when everything changed.

Just as he was settling in he was starting to like it. The man didn’t know then that he would have to soon find a new place to stay.

His New Home

In the heart of Florida, nestled beneath the sprawling branches of ancient oak trees, stood Holy Oaks Nursing Home, a serene sanctuary for the elderly.

Among its residents was Joe Bank, a man whose years had etched wisdom into his weathered face. He was born in Illinois but moved later in life.

He had spent six months within these walls, becoming intimately acquainted with the rhythm of life in the home. Although he made a few friends, he didn’t talk too much and nobody knew his real name. There was an air of secrecy about him.

Part Of The Furniture

Joe sat in his usual spot by the window at Holy Oaks Nursing Home, watching the palm trees sway in the gentle Florida breeze. He had become accustomed to the routine after six months of residency, knowing the ins and outs of the place like the back of his hand.

But today, something was different. He could feel a sense of anticipation in the air, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that piqued his curiosity.

Besides their daily routine of eating and playing cards, nothing exciting ever happened at the nursing home. The residents had no idea that something scandalous was about to occur in their home.

An Unexpected Visitor

On a particularly balmy afternoon, a visitor’s presence stirred the tranquil atmosphere. Joe’s daughter, Katrina, swept through the doors, her presence commanding attention.

Her footsteps echoed softly on the tiled floor as she approached the reception desk to sign the visitor’s register. She was a tall European woman who looked like she stepped off a catwalk.

She glided across the foyer and toward the reception desk with an air of grace and femininity.
A few of the older residents stopped to look at her at the annoyance of their wives. They all thought that she was somebody important.

Somebody New

The beautiful woman greeted the receptionist and exchanged pleasantries with her. The woman gushed over her, but she was used to it.

As Katrina’s pen glided across the page, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Excuse me, miss. I couldn’t help but notice you,” the voice belonged to Henry Beardman, the manager of Holy Oaks Nursing Home. He stood tall and imposing, his gaze fixed on Katrina with a peculiar intensity.

The female visitor paused for a moment. She hated being interrupted. She tried to continue filling the form but the man persisted by clearing his throat. Why was he so rude?

He Recognized Her

Katrina glanced up, her brow furrowing in mild confusion. “Yes?” she replied, unsure of what to make of the sudden attention. She made sure to give him an annoyed look.

“I’m sure we’ve met before,” Henry insisted, a faint glimmer of recognition flickering in his eyes. “Your face… it’s familiar.”

The odd manager ogled at Katrina as she completed her form. She had no interest in talking
to him until she saw his manager’s badge. She realized that she shouldn’t be rude to him.

Changing The Subject

Katrina’s discomfort grew, but she maintained her composure. “Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” she suggested politely, eager to redirect the conversation.

Ignoring her response, Henry pressed on. “Who are you here to see, miss?” he inquired, his tone edged with curiosity.

The odd man was determined to make conversation with her. It was both a gift and a curse to be physically attractive. She got too much attention wherever she went and it was hard to get people to respect her.

Can You Assist Me

Katrina nodded politely, accustomed to strangers recognizing her from her modeling career. “I get that a lot. I’m here to see my father, Joe Bank.” She didn’t want to divulge too much information about her personal life.

Henry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Joe Bank? I’m afraid I don’t know who that is. Are you sure you have the right person?” He seemed young, he couldn’t have been older than thirty. Perhaps he was new to the job.

Katrina couldn’t remember whether her father had used his original name in his documentation, but she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary problems at that moment. She just wanted to see her father.

You Got Me

Unfortunately, the manager Henry was relentless. “I believe I know you,” Henry said, his voice tinged with curiosity. “You’re Katrina, right? The model?”

Finally, in a moment of exasperation, Katrina nodded, her expression guarded. “Yes, that’s me.” She was getting irritated with his questions and just gave in.

If this is what it took to get in to see her father, then so be it. She gave him a gracious smile and a small model pose. It was what the people wanted. Would he let her go through now?

A Fan

Henry’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “I knew it! What brings you here today?” He tried to get the attention of a few of his staff but nobody was looking at him.

Katrina’s smile faltered slightly, but she remained composed. “Yes, my father, I’m sure. He’s been staying here for the past six months.”

With a shrug, Henry motioned for Katrina to lead the way. “Very well, let’s go see this Joe Bank of yours. And perhaps we can grab a photo together while we’re at it.”

Being Famous

It was just as Katrina had thought. The nosy manager couldn’t even do his job without trying to get a freebie.

Katrina politely declined his offer, her attention focused on reuniting with her father. But Henry was over-enthusiastic, “Maybe later then,” he said with a smirk.

Together, they made their way down the corridor to Joe’s room, Henry following closely behind. She hoped that he would leave but he seemed to think it was part of his duties to escort her to her father’s rooms.

Searching For Him

It was quite a long walk to a separate building on the grounds. Katrina noticed dozens of elderly people going about their day.

She was anxious to see her father and tried to ask the manager about her father. But he didn’t know who he was at all.

A shadow of confusion crossed Henry’s features as he furrowed his brow. “Joe Bank… I’m afraid I don’t know who that is,” he admitted, his tone tinged with genuine puzzlement. He was a mystery.

A Long Walk

Katrina felt it quite unprofessional that as the manager he was unaware of one of his new residents. She asked if there was another manager, but he said he had been there for two years now.

A ripple of unease coursed through Katrina’s veins, a gnawing sensation of disquiet settling in the pit of her stomach. “He’s been here for six months,” she explained, her voice faltering slightly.

She kept describing her father but Henry was adamant that he had never seen him before.
Katrina regretted that she wasn’t present at the time her father was admitted into the home. He seemed to be missing.

Being Serious

The manager sensed Katrina’s discomfort and pulled out his tablet. “Look at the resident that just arrived this year,” he scrolled through the list.

Henry’s expression remained unchanged; his features schooled into an unreadable mask. “I’m sorry, miss, but there’s no one by that name on our records,” he replied evenly, his eyes locking onto Katrina’s with unsettling intensity.

Katrina searched the list herself and sure enough, her father’s name wasn’t there. It was in alphabetical order. Was there some error with the administration?

A Mix-Up

Henry apologized for the error but said he would help her find him anyway. They continued walking to the residence section.

A sense of disbelief washed over Katrina, her mind reeling with confusion. How could her father simply vanish from the nursing home’s records? Had there been some mistake? Or was there something more sinister at play?

Her father had to leave his home in a hurry. His brother had helped him to get admitted into the high-class nursing lifestyle estate, but she couldn’t get a hold of him. It was up to her to figure it out.

He Must Be There

With a sinking feeling in her heart, Katrina turned away from the manager, her mind swirling with unanswered questions. She walked a few steps behind him. She needed some time to think.

She made her way through the corridors of Holy Oaks Nursing Home, the weight of uncertainty bearing down upon her with each step.

Finally, Henry said that they were at the new residence section. Katrina’s eyes lit up as she realized she would finally meet her father.

Joe Lives On

As she reached her father’s rooms, Katrina found Joe sitting by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His face lit up with joy as he caught sight of his daughter, a warm smile spreading across his weathered features.

“Katrina, my dear,” Joe exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine affection. “What a pleasant surprise!” He immediately recognized his daughter.

Katrina ran to her father. She was so glad that he was there. She hugged him and kissed him. For a moment she forgot that the annoying manager Henry was still there. At that moment it was just about her and her father.

A Sweet Reunion

As they laughed and caught up in their native tongue of German, they filled each other in on what they had missed over the past few years. Her 80-year-old father said that he had last seen her on a Television commercial for denim jeans.

“I thought life was going well for you Katrina?” Joe exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” He looked deeply into his child’s eyes.

Katrina smiled warmly at her father, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I wanted to come visit you, Dad. It’s been too long.” She held him a bit longer, breathing a sigh of relief that he was alive and well.

After Years

Her father noticed Henry standing at the side, but he didn’t talk to him. Suddenly the old man was quiet. He just watched the father-daughter reunion.

Katrina returned her father’s smile, her heart swelling with love. “I couldn’t stay away, Dad,” she replied, crossing the room to embrace him in a tender hug.

For a moment, all was well in the world as father and daughter savored the simple joy of being together. But beneath the surface, Katrina couldn’t shake the lingering unease that had taken root in her heart. Henry was still watching them.

His Visitors

Joe welcomed her inside, feeling a surge of joy at the sight of his daughter. But their reunion was soon interrupted by the appearance of a man Joe had never seen before – the manager of Holy Oaks, Henry Beardman.

Henry was quietly observing Joe, he had thought he was a regular citizen but what he saw left him speechless. He didn’t know that a man like Joe was staying at the residence.

Instead of the frail old man they were expecting, standing before them was a figure straight out of a history book – Joe Bank, dressed in a uniform adorned with the letters “WW2” and sporting a rugged beard.

Not As Anticipated

Henry’s anticipation turned to bewilderment. The man who answered the door was nothing like he expected. Joe stood before them, a weathered veteran in a faded uniform, a cap emblazoned with “WW2” perched on his head.

Being a rather timid man himself, he was taken aback. He looked at all the badges on Joe’s uniform and got intimidated.

Katrina saw the manager’s reaction to her father and realized that he really didn’t know him. She was suspicious about whether Henry was actually doing his job there or not. Would the manager get the answers he wanted and leave them alone?

Not Well Read

Henry’s eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with assumptions. “What is this? Who are you?” he demanded; his voice tinged with accusation.

“Are you an American citizen?” he kept asking him slowly and stupidly. Joe stared at the man but kept quiet.

Joe exchanged a confused glance with Katrina, unsure of how to respond to the manager’s sudden hostility. “I’m Joe Bank,” he replied calmly. “I’ve been staying here for the past six months.” He realized that the rude manager was being rather selective towards him.

A Retired Vet

The obnoxious manager walked around Joe’s room eyeing all of his war paraphernalia. He had various souvenirs and war posters on his wall. He kept shaking his head.

Katrina was starting to get scared as the manager ripped posters off the wall saying that they weren’t allowed. “You can’t display this here Mr. Bank,” he said.

But Henry wasn’t convinced. “We don’t tolerate any form of violence or hatred here, Mr. Bank. I’m going to have to ask you to leave immediately.” Was this the end of Joe’s stay at the nursing home?

What’s The Issue

Katrina stepped forward; her voice tinged with concern. “Dad, what’s going on? Why is he asking you to leave?” She stopped her father from packing his things.

Joe shook his head, equally bewildered by the turn of events. “I don’t know, Katrina. Something’s not right here.” The worried daughter thought Henry was purposely being selfish because she denied him a selfie photograph.

Poor Joe tried calling his brother but his phone was still off. He didn’t want to argue or fight with the manager. He had a bad temper and wanted to stay cool.

Throwing His Weight Around

The nosy manager continued poking around Joe’s room, then he let out a high-pitched shriek, ”What is this?” He held up a paring knife. “How did you get a weapon past security?” he asked Joe.

Joe was taken aback by the stupid manager, “It’s for cutting fruit,” he said and grabbed it back out of the man’s hands.

Henry’s initial surprise quickly gave way to misguided assumptions. “I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t tolerate violence or hatred here,” he said sternly. “I’ll have to ask you to leave.” He opened the room door wide as if they were meant to leave immediately.

Making A Commotion

Henry was standing in the hallway trying to get other residents out of the way. Everyone had come out to see the commotion. “Go back to your rooms everyone,” he yelled.

Katrina’s eyes blazed with indignation. “How dare you? My father is a war hero!” But the manager wasn’t paying attention to her.

But it was too late. Henry had made up his mind, and Joe was summarily dismissed from the room. Would his daughter be able to save the situation?

Joe’s Reasons

Katrina tried talking some sense to her father, but he didn’t want to stay there anymore either.
“Why would I want to stay here when that manager doesn’t even know his own American history?” he laughed.

He told his daughter it was better that people didn’t know who he really was. He was trying to spend his golden years in peace.

As they walked away, Katrina vowed to file a complaint about Henry’s behavior. She refused to let her father stay in such a hostile environment any longer. But she didn’t know then that she was actually saving her father from future harm.

Joes’ Story

As Joe and Katrina made their way out of the nursing home, other residents watched them in fear. They wondered if they too would get kicked out.

Meanwhile, back at the reception, one of the nurses approached Henry with a worried expression. “Where did Joe go?” she asked urgently.

When Henry explained what happened, she reprimanded him for being an illiterate fool, “That’s Joseph Stankov aka Joe Bank, he fought in the war and saved hundreds of hostages in a bank hold-up thirty years ago?” The manager’s face was blank.

Full Of Regret

Henry’s heart sank as he realized his mistake. “He’s an ex-vet? A war hero?” he muttered, his guilt weighing heavily upon him. “I had no idea.”

The apologetic manager asked his nurse to help him track them down again, but none of the contact numbers worked. It was too late. Joe was gone, and Holy Oaks would soon face the consequences of Henry’s rash actions.

“He had weapons in his room,” he tried to justify himself to the nurse. But she just shook his head at him. She knew they were going to get a bad rap for this.

A New Home

Joe and Katrina left the nursing home. Katrina and her father made their way to a hotel uptown.

She tried to comfort her shaken father. This was not the reunion that she was looking forward to. There was always drama in her patriarchal family.

As they drove off into the evening, she realized why she had left America in the first place. There was just too much family drama, and her life was put at risk.