Today, Reba McEntire is 68 years old, and she truly deserves all the praise she gets. It feels like she has been part of my life forever, and I still listen to her music several times a week.
However, Reba’s life hasn’t always been easy. This year marks the 32nd anniversary of a tragic plane crash that took the lives of several of her friends.
After breaking into country music in the late 1970s and early 1980s, Reba McEntire was named “best singer” for four years in a row by the Country Music Association. She also has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
But despite her amazing career and success, Reba has faced many personal challenges. In 2022, her mother, Jacqueline, lost her battle with cancer at the age of 93.
“She had a wonderful, full, healthy life and was absolutely ready to go. The cancer might think it won the battle, but we’re giving God all the credit for choosing the time for her to go home,” the country star wrote on social media.
Jacqueline McEntire always dreamed of being a professional country singer, and she was the one who taught Reba to sing, fulfilling her ambitions through her daughter.
“She left knowing how much she is loved, and we all know how much she loved us. We’re all going to miss her, but we have so many wonderful memories,” Reba said.
Reba truly understands what it means to face sorrow and loss.
Thirty-two years ago, on March 16, Reba McEntire lost seven of her band members and her tour manager in a tragic plane crash after a concert.
I remember that day in 1991. I was driving to work and heard about the crash on the radio. My heart skipped a beat when I thought Reba was also on the plane.
But she wasn’t.
Reba and her band had performed in San Diego on March 16, 1991, and were heading to Fort Wayne, Indiana, for their next concert on the tour.
Two planes were waiting at the airport in San Diego. The band members and tour manager flew on ahead while Reba, her husband, and her manager stayed overnight in San Diego.
The first plane tragically crashed just ten miles east of the airport.
Over the years, Reba has often remembered her lost friends.
In a heartfelt interview with Oprah Winfrey in 2012, she talked about the day her band died.
“The tip of the wing of the airplane hit a rock on the side of Otay Mountain, and it killed everyone on the plane,” McEntire told Winfrey.
“When we were notified, Narvel (Reba’s manager) went to meet with our pilot, and he told us what had happened. Narvel came back to the hotel room where I was — it was two or three o’clock in the morning — and he said one of the planes had crashed. I asked, ‘Are they OK?’ He said, ‘I don’t think so.’ I asked, ‘But you’re not sure?’ He said, ‘I don’t think so.’”
Reba had tears in her eyes as she remembered the details of the tragedy.
“Narvel was going room to room with a phone and calling…” she began, pausing as tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry — it’s been 20 years, but it’s just like — I don’t guess it ever quits hurting,” she said. “But I can see that room. I can see Narvel walking back and forth.”
Now, 32 years have passed since the crash. Recently, she shared a photo of her band on Instagram to remember the tragic events of that day.
In 2020, she also paid tribute to her friends.
“29 years ago today, I lost my friends in a plane crash. The timing of Mama’s passing with that anniversary seems appropriate,” she wrote.
“I know they’re all in Heaven together and taking care of each other. Let’s keep finding ways to take care of each other down here on earth and never take one moment with our loved ones for granted.”
Reba’s fans quickly offered their support to the country star. Many sent positive thoughts and prayers.
“Reba, I’ve always loved your music, our shared horse background, and now following you on Insta. Prayers for you and your mother,” one fan wrote.
In 2023, Reba showed once again that she will never forget her friends and still mourns their tragic loss.
“Their love for music and the stage gives us all the strength to go on,” she wrote, sharing a video of the group performing together.
I Saw a Little Girl Crying Alone in the Park and Decided to Help Her, Unaware That Our Meeting Would Change My Life — Story of the Day
I saw a little girl crying alone in the park and couldn’t walk away. She was lost, scared, and needed help. I had no idea that one small act of kindness would lead me into a world of wealth, suspicion, and unexpected bonds. What started as a simple rescue soon changed my life forever.
I trudged along the park path, my feet dragging against the gravel. The rejection still rang in my ears, the interviewer’s forced smile, the polite but final “We’ll be in touch.”
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I knew what that meant. I had no savings left, no backup plan. Rent was due in three days, and I had nothing. A lump formed in my throat.
Breathe, Claire, just breathe.
Then, through the quiet rustling of leaves, I heard it—a soft, hiccuping sob. I stopped, scanning the area.
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My eyes landed on a small figure perched on a thick tree branch, her legs dangling.
A little girl, no older than six, clung to the trunk, her cheeks streaked with tears.
I stepped closer, keeping my voice soft. “Hey there, are you okay?”
The little girl sniffled and shook her head. “No. I’m stuck. I can’t get down.”
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She clung to the rough bark, her small hands gripping the tree. I glanced around. No one else was nearby.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.
I reached for the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. The bark scratched my palms, but I climbed higher. The girl watched me, her eyes wide.
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“Hold onto me,” I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. I carefully lifted her, holding her close as I climbed down. My feet hit the ground. I set her down gently and wiped a tear from her cheek.
“There. You’re safe now,” I said.
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She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you.”
“What’s your name?” I asked. “Where’s your mom?”
“Zoe,” she said. “I don’t have a mom.”
I hesitated. “I’m Claire. Where’s your dad?”
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“He’s at work,” she said.
“Who were you here with?” I asked.
“My nanny,” Zoe said. “But I don’t know where she is.”
I frowned. “Do you want to look for her?”
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“No. I just want to go home,” Zoe said.
I sighed. Leaving a lost child alone wasn’t an option. “Alright, let’s go,” I said.
Zoe grabbed my hand and started walking. “My dad is going to be really mad at Mila. He worries about me all the time.”
“Mila is…?” I asked.
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“My nanny. She teaches me French and German,” Zoe said.
“Do you like that?”
She scrunched her nose. “No. She only cares about her fiancé. She flirts with him all the time.”
I laughed. “Who told you that?”
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“Marta. She’s our housekeeper. Mila is her daughter.”
That told me one thing—her dad had money.
“Do you have a husband?” Zoe asked.
“Not yet,” I said.
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“We’re here!” she shouted.
I looked up and nearly gasped. A massive mansion stood before us.
Zoe ran to the gate and started climbing. “Boost me up!”
I hesitated but lifted her. She landed on the other side, unlocked the gate, and pulled me toward the house.
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The moment we stepped inside, voices echoed through the grand hall.
“How could you lose my daughter?!” a man’s deep voice boomed.
“I—I don’t know,” a woman stammered. “She just disappeared.”
“You were supposed to stay at the park and wait for me! Not leave her alone and come back here!” The man’s voice grew sharper.
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“I panicked,” the woman said. Her tone was weak, almost pleading.
“You’re fired the moment Zoe is found. Pray nothing happened to her, or I’ll take you to court,” the man threatened.
“Simon, don’t be so harsh,” an older woman interjected. “Mila made a mistake.”
Zoe’s grip on my hand tightened. She took a deep breath, then let go and ran toward the voice. I followed and stopped at the doorway.
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“Daddy!” Zoe cried.
A tall man with sharp features knelt down and pulled her into his arms. His face softened as he hugged her tightly. His expensive suit wrinkled as he held her close.
The younger woman, standing a few steps away, looked pale. She had the same eyes as the older woman beside her. Mila and Marta, I realized.
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Simon’s relief was brief. His sharp gaze turned to me. His whole body tensed. “Who are you? What were you doing with my daughter?” His voice was hard, demanding.
I raised my hands slightly. “I just brought her home. I was leaving.” I turned toward the door.
“Wait,” Simon called just as I stepped outside. I stopped, my hand hovering over the gate, then slowly turned back to face him.
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“Zoe told me what happened. You helped her down from a tree, then walked her home. I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was scared.”
“It’s fine. I understand,” I said.
“Thank you for bringing her back. How can I repay you? Do you need money?”
I hesitated. “No, I don’t need money… but do you have a job opening?”
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Simon studied me. “Well, there’s a vacant nanny position now. Zoe seems to like you.”
“Really? I’d be grateful.”
“Come inside. Let’s discuss it,” Simon said.
And that’s how I became Zoe’s nanny. She was a wonderful child—bright, curious, and full of energy.
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Every day, she greeted me with a smile and a new story to tell. We played, read books, and made up silly songs.
She asked endless questions about the world, and I answered as best as I could.
When I looked at her, I saw a younger version of myself—hopeful, eager, but a little lost. At times, it felt like she was the daughter I never had.
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Simon and I rarely spoke. In the mornings, he would nod before leaving for work.
In the evenings, he would check on Zoe and retreat to his office. Even so, I could see how much he loved her.
His face softened when she hugged him. His voice was gentle when he tucked her in at night.
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Marta, however, made her disapproval clear. She barely spoke to me, but her cold stares said enough—she believed I had taken Mila’s job.
One evening, Simon texted, asking me to stay late. After tucking Zoe into bed, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.
His tie was loosened, his hair slightly messy. His hands gripped a coffee mug.
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“Zoe’s asleep,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.
Simon looked up, his eyes tired. It seemed like he had forgotten I was still there. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Sorry you had to stay late. I’ll pay you extra.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “I love spending time with her. If I didn’t need a job, I’d do it for free.”
Simon gave a small smile. “She likes you too. She asked me if you could be her mom.”
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I blinked. “Oh… that’s surprising.” I studied him for a moment. “Can I ask what happened to her mother?”
Simon’s face darkened. “She passed away during childbirth.” His voice was quiet. “Zoe is all I have left.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.
Simon nodded, looking down at his coffee mug. Then, after a pause, he looked back at me. “I like you too,” he said.
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I froze. “Oh… I—”
“As a person,” he clarified. “You bring light into this house.”
I exhaled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
We talked for a while. Mostly about Zoe, her favorite books, the silly jokes she told at dinner.
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But the next morning, that feeling was gone. When I arrived at work, Simon stood by the gate. His expression was cold.
My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re fired,” he said.
I stared. “What? Why?”
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He folded his arms. “I know you stole the jewelry. If you needed money, you could have asked.”
“I didn’t take anything! I swear!” My voice shook.
“Claire, please. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was my wife’s.”
“I have never stolen anything in my life!” Tears burned my eyes.
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“Return it in two days, and I won’t press charges. If not, I’ll call the police.”
“But I didn’t take anything!” I cried.
Simon turned away, shutting the gate behind him.
I stood frozen, my chest tight, my hands trembling. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath.
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My whole world had just crumbled. Simon thought I was a thief. He didn’t believe me. He had shut the gate without a second thought.
I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and glanced up. Zoe stood at the window, her small hands pressed against the glass.
Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart ached.
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I forced a weak smile and waved. She lifted her hand slowly, then pressed her fingers to the glass. I turned and walked away, my legs heavy.
At home, I tore through my tiny apartment, checking drawers, cabinets, and bags. Nothing.
No hidden jewelry. No proof of my innocence. Exhausted, I curled up in my chair and cried myself to sleep.
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A sharp knock startled me awake. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shuffled to the door.
When I opened it, I froze. Zoe and Simon stood outside. He held a large bouquet of flowers.
Zoe nudged Simon’s side. “Say it,” she whispered, looking up at him expectantly.
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Simon let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said. His voice was quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”
My throat tightened. “I swear, I didn’t take anything,” I said. My voice shook, but I held his gaze.
He nodded. “I know. Marta framed you,” he admitted. “Zoe didn’t believe it, so she searched Marta’s things and found the jewelry. Marta wanted you gone so Mila could have her job back.”
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I let out a breath. “I see. That must have been hard for you to deal with.”
Simon shook his head. “No, I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.” He held out the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yelling. For everything.”
I hesitated, then took the flowers. “Thank you.”
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Zoe tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Tell her she’s my nanny again,” she insisted.
Simon met my eyes. “If you still want the job,” he said.
“Of course, I do,” I said without hesitation.
Before I could react, Simon pulled me into a hug. Warmth spread through me. Then Zoe joined in, her small arms wrapping around both of us. I smiled, holding them close.
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