Reba McEntire knows what it’s like to go through tough times. In 1991, something really sad happened to her. While she was performing at a big event in San Diego, a plane crash happened after the show. Her tour manager and seven band members, who were like family to her, died in the crash.
The crash happened on March 16, 1991, right after Reba and her band gave an amazing performance.
After the show, some of the band members were supposed to fly to Fort Wayne, Indiana, for the next concert. Reba, her husband Narvel Blackstock, and her stylist Sandi Spika stayed in San Diego for the night. They didn’t get on the plane that crashed.
In 2012, Reba McEntire talked about what happened in a sad interview with Oprah Winfrey. The second plane that took off safely reached its destination.
But sadly, the first plane crashed only ten miles away from the airport. This crash changed the lives of the people left behind forever.
Reba told Oprah that the first plane crashed into a boulder on the edge of Otay Mountain, and everyone on board died. When they heard the news, Reba’s husband Narvel talked to their pilot.
Narvel came back to the hotel room late at night, around two or three in the morning, where Reba was waiting. The tragedy made the atmosphere heavy. Narvel told Reba that one of the planes crashed.
Reba asked about their friends, hoping they were okay. But Narvel’s answer made her lose hope. He said, “I don’t think so,” which made them both feel unsure.
Reba and Narvel wanted to know all the details about what happened to their loved ones. Reba’s voice shook with real sadness as she talked about how Narvel looked for answers on the phone. She said, “It’s been 20 years, but the sadness never really goes away.” Reba remembered how Narvel paced around, feeling really sad.
Reba found comfort in her close friends, like Vince Gill and Dolly Parton. After the tragedy, they offered to help finish the tour, but Reba said no.
Instead, she focused on healing herself. She poured her heart into her next album, “For My Broken Heart.” It was a way to remember her lost friends and show her love for them.
The album did really well. It debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard Top Country Albums chart and sold four million copies.
Every year, Reba McEntire remembers the people who died in a sad incident. She uses social media to keep their memory alive. In 2014, she made a special post on Instagram to remember the anniversary of the crash.
Then, in 2016, on the 25th anniversary of the tragedy, Reba went to San Diego, a place that was important to her because of what happened. She shared this important journey on social media with her fans, so they could see how she was doing.
Reba wrote a heartfelt message herself. She said, “Today is the 25th anniversary of the plane crash. I went back to San Diego in November and took a helicopter to the crash site. I felt like the people who died knew how much we miss them. I send my condolences and prayers to all the families and friends affected by this tragedy.”
My Husband Insisted I Get Pregnant the Day after Our Wedding — My Heart Dropped When I Discovered His Real Reason
As a child, my grandmother used to tell me that life can be full of surprises, not all of them pleasant.
“Remember the good times and don’t let the bad ones bring you down, Liz,” she’d say.
I suppose she wanted to prepare me for life’s bitter moments, but little did she know that the worst day of my life would alter my reality forever.
I’ll never forget the moment I discovered what my husband, Jake, was scheming behind my back. We met at my workplace and quickly became close friends.
We married after just six months of dating because we felt a deep connection—or so I thought.
The day after our lovely wedding, Jake brought up the idea of starting a family right away. “Liz, I think we should try for a baby immediately,” he said, sounding more urgent than I expected.
“Are you sure? We just got married,” I replied, trying to gauge his intentions.
“Yes, absolutely,” he insisted. “There’s no better time than now. It’s the perfect way to start our journey together.”
Despite his enthusiastic words, something about his tone made me uneasy.
Confused yet flattered by his eagerness, I smiled and nodded, unaware of his true motives.
One day, while tidying up the living room, I noticed Jake’s laptop chiming with a notification. He was in the shower, so I glanced at the screen.
I wasn’t snooping, but I couldn’t ignore the message preview that read, “Is she pregnant yet?”
It was from his ex-girlfriend, Claire.
My stomach churned as I read their chilling conversation.
“Remember our agreement, Jake. You need to impregnate her within a year. Otherwise, you won’t secure your inheritance,” Claire wrote.
“Don’t worry, I’m on it. Everything is going according to plan,” Jake replied.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I processed their conversation. They discussed a cold, calculated strategy where Jake would marry me to ensure an heir for a substantial inheritance from a distant relative.
To secure the inheritance, Jake needed to father a child within a year of our wedding. Moreover, he was using me because his ex-girlfriend was infertile.
After securing his share, Jake planned to divorce me and be with Claire.
“How could you?” I whispered.
Shaken by the revelation, I knew I couldn’t confront Jake without solid evidence. So, over the next few days, I acted normally while discreetly gathering proof.
Whenever Jake left his laptop unattended, I copied the emails onto a USB drive. I also started recording his phone conversations with Claire whenever I was out.
One evening, pretending to leave the house, I hid in the garage and recorded Jake confirming their scheme on the phone.
“I just need a bit more time, Claire. Trust me, everything’s on track,” he said urgently.
With the evidence secured, I consulted a lawyer.
“This is serious, Elizabeth. We need to handle this carefully to protect you legally and financially,” he advised.
We planned every step meticulously, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
Jake’s family hosted an annual gathering a few weeks later, providing the perfect opportunity to reveal his truth.
It was attended by all his distant relatives, including those whose inheritance he coveted.
In the weeks leading up to the event, I pretended to be a loving wife eager to start a family with Jake. But inside, I felt anxious.
During the event, I stood up to make a toast after dinner.
“I want to thank everyone for welcoming me into this wonderful family,” I began. “And to my dear husband, who has taught me so much about trust and love, I have a special surprise!”
As all eyes turned to me, I switched on the projector. The damning emails between Jake and Claire flashed on the screen, followed by recordings of their phone conversations.
The room fell silent. Then, Jake’s grandmother stood up, her face flushed with anger.
“You are a disgrace,” she declared firmly. “You won’t receive a penny of anyone’s wealth!”
Claire, whom I had invited as a friend’s plus one, stood up, her face pale. She slapped Jake across the face.
“I never want to see you again!” she exclaimed before storming out.
As whispers filled the room, I looked at Jake, his face drained of color.
“And one last thing,” I added firmly. “I never intended to get pregnant so soon. I’ve been on birth control since learning the truth.”
That evening, Jake’s plan lay in ruins, leaving him with nothing. His deception also invalidated our prenup.
Meanwhile, I walked away with my integrity intact and a bright future ahead of me.
What would you have done?
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