Ok so here is a story:
My father grew up with this one friend of his in Korea during the time
Korea was going through a transition. He knows what it is to be hungry,
Anyways, so when I was in high school, my dad let his friend of thirty
years go in on a business venture with him. My uncle is a millionaire
businessman in Korea and was selling my father some of his
arcade/casinos. My dad went in on it with his friend of thirty years
only my father had to go back and forth from Canada and Korea. During
this time, it was quite difficult for us as we didn't see my father
until every six months but the good thing was money was quite good and
my parents were going to buy me a Lexus in a few months.
Then it happened, my father's friend had embezzled money and sold my
fathers stock shares illegally cheating out of more money than I care
to mention. I didn't get my car but I didn't care at all.. my father
was so hurt... he is the most loyal friend to anyone and this was a
shocker for him. He came back from Korea, so thin, so aged so quickly
and it was just a very hard time for him. Since then we've been in all
sorts of legal battles but that manipulative bastard had investigators,
bankers, lawyers on his side ( probably giving them my fathers shares,
that bastard) ... that effectively ended the friendship. My mother
asked them just for the money they invested to begin wtih back just for our pride.. because
the stress of this legal battle was just not worth it for my parents..
money is just money.. we were happy living modestly without that kinda
shit to deal with. It caused problems within our family, between my
uncle and my dad.. it was just awful..
So since then we've really hated the man, because of how sad he made
our father. Our father wasn't sad for very long, he's really not greedy
and he's since been very appreciative of what he did have.. he told us
he was the richest man alive because, as he put it, he had three
beautiful daughters, a loving caring and supportive ( not to mention
gorgeous) wife and a cute lil son who he got to spend more time with.
Since then, the wealthy bastard has been cheating on his wife being a
sugar daddy to all these tramps with my dad's money.
We've forgotten about him, I learned not to be so trusting out of all of this... and never to go into business with a friend.
Yesterday my father told my sister , " i have a weird feeling.. i feel
sad.. I dunno why.. something strange has happened to my friend"
well.. not really "friend" but we knew he was talking about him.
we dismissed it.. then a phone call came and we found out that my dad's ex friend died.... in his sleep... :s
When I was young, I really wanted this to happen, I hate this man so
much and I remember that the summer before, he sent his daughter to
mooch off us for a whole summer and my dad insisted I give her a few
"american" albums of mine. They were all british anyways, but then I
remember hardcore regretting giving them to her, even though she's not
to be blamed for her asshole dad.
ok.. besides the creepy psychic dad part, it's actually quite a tragic
story... you went through so much trouble to cheat your most loyal
friend out of so much money .. all for what.. a few extra change for
the little short life you had left. you were a shit husband a shit
father.. what really do you have to show for your life? Puts it in
perspective for us.. my dad really was the richer man.
The friend my dad was telling this story to is a restaurant owner and
he said to my dad "you must be happy" but on the contrary, my father
was quite sad.. I think he felt sorry for his friend.. he knew the
struggles as a young boy they went through just to get enough food...
made him money hungry and he didn't even live a fulfilling life. My
father said that just because he wasn't friends with him anymore
doesn't mean he'd wish that on him... my daddy is so sweet.. I feel sad
that this is bothering my father.. he's just a puppy really.. he looks
scary to boys and he is sorta macho and not romantic and stuff (he
looks like Clint Eastwood.. a bit younger though) but he's really just
a marshmellow inside.. only his daughters will see this side to him
Anyways.. i thought it was a story worth sharing.. money isn't worth giving up friendships for.. or any relationship really.
On another note, it's my parents' silver anniversary today. I
want to wish them the best, even though they don't know about this
site... I love them so much, I'm so blessed that I feel guilty.
No more complaining.. I'm so lucky in life.
The Karma Police is gonna get you