Karma Police... was a bit harsh this time.. perhaps..
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, let's say.
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 though.. :P
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.
tchocky
The Karma Police is gonna get you
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, let's say.
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 though.. :P
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.
tchocky
The Karma Police is gonna get you
It is amazing the kind of problems that money causes, and you\'re right, no relationship is worth losing over money.
It\'s sad that your Dad was betrayed by a close friend, what a horrible situation. You wonder how people can do it to someone they care about. Unfortunately, some people think that money buys happiness when in fact a lot of the time it\'s the opposite.
Family and friends are the true happiness.