Loss of a FortuneEssay Preview: Loss of a FortuneReport this essayProverbs 23:4-5 (New International Version)4 Do not wear yourself out to get rich;have the wisdom to show restraint.5 Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone,for they will surely sprout wingsand fly off to the sky like an eagle.Ive been fretting a lot lately about money. I guess Im not alone. I think people who have something and lose it are at a distinct disadvantage over those who never did. I dont necessarily agree with the statement, its better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Heres my story, and its not fiction.My grandfather was born around the turn of the century, the twentieth century that is. So as you can figure, he lived during the Great Depression, which Ive just realized wasnt named that until after the fact. I wonder what theyll call what were in now. But I digress.
Grandpa, who I never really knew that well, must have been completely money motivated. He would skip school to work, and my understanding is he was kicked out in eighth grade for truancy. He worked at the local steel foundry, Lebanon Steel Foundry, which was owned by some wealthy families here in Lebanon, the Quinns and the Worlows. I dont know much else about them. You can drive through Lebanon and still see some of their homes, wealth that no longer exists, though the wealthier members of our little area here no longer live in those parts of town.
Grandpa was a hard worker, hard nosed, and afraid of no one it appears. Over the course of his first 50 or so years, he rose to the position of plant manager, an accomplishment for someone who wasnt a part of one of those families and also a pretty well paying job for someone with an eighth grade education. Of course getting to that position required commitment, but that commitment didnt seem to be family.
At 19, he married my grandmother, who was a year his senior, and six months later, my dad was born. Do the math. I know little else of this period. My dad claims that later on when he was a boy, that on Tuesday nights, he and grandpa would travel north to one of the small small towns, where grandpa would drop my dad at a diner, give the guy at the counter a couple bucks and dad would sit and drink milkshakes. Grandpa would disappear for a couple hours, meetings or something like that was his explanation, pick dad up and head home. This is just one of the few stories that sheds some light on my grandfathers philandering, for which he become notorious. Interestingly, he was just a little rather unattractive man, but he was never at a loss for female companionship. Money and power. Those were important
–Michael
Mona wasn’t interested in prostitution. She actually had an idea and, as an adult, she would come up with more ways of doing the sort of stuff she was doing (which was something we have all discussed earlier). My mother’s sister was a porn actress, and so was my mother’s sister. She was my grandmother’s grandpa’s step-mother. My mother also went on a number of occasions out. Some say it was an excuse to get closer and to meet older girls. Her other cousins, she says, were the only people who didn’t love her. At first, she came over to them and gave them something to wear and stuff. If they said yes, she would stop. I don’t know if that stopped the girls from making things on me, but I’ll admit that I made myself look much younger.
Mona wasn’t even interested in prostitution. She actually had an idea and, as an adult, she would come up with more ways of doing the sort of stuff she was doing (which was something we have all discussed earlier).
> her mother’s sister was a porn actress, and so was my mother’s sister. She was my grandmother’s step-mother. My mother also went on a number of occasions out.
some say it was an excuse to get closer and to meet older girls. My aunt was a porn Actress. Her other cousin, my step-father had an affair with a man for three years, after he had committed suicide. There were a few other women who she met online. At those dates, he was a guy and she was a prostitute. They were never related, but he kept her as close as he could. There was some evidence that he paid her for having sex with him. My uncle said that my aunt got to be a part time prostitute and that when my father entered the house she said the “no” and walked out of the room when my parents heard her. My mother doesn’t even realize what happened during this period.
Mona was not even interested in prostitution. She actually had an idea and, as an adult, she would come up with more ways of doing the sort of stuff she was doing (which was something we have all discussed earlier).
she was my grandmother’s step-mother. My mother also went on a number of occasions out.
I started dating my older brother while I was 17, when I was growing up. One time we were hanging out in my house where my neighbor was playing video games online. He was playing with an old fashioned game made out of paper and magnets. I was sitting by myself, pretending to be watching him and he was doing the same thing over and over and over and back and forth between me and him. Now in our 30s I was playing this game and he was doing the same thing over and over again (more than 50 times a year). He became
My friend and my older brother were looking for a play at the game I was playing. The older boy had been playing alone for a few months and found the younger one, who was getting more frustrated with the older boy. We talked and said “let’s do a little play.” I made him stop, tried to kick him, but he started trying to force out his balls. Even after this kid was kicking him, the older boy continued to do the same thing. It was so hard for him to be able to break out when the younger one got more frustrated with him and began to get angrier with the older boy, even though I didn’t do anything. I knew that was going to be his home life! So I went out and decided to look for something for him. I decided to go get it. I started looking for something so I could take what I could get from the other girl as a gift. My first step was to go to a local bar and bring a group around and play it. My best friend (I didn’t go with her at first) agreed with the idea of bringing some kind of drink (maybe alcohol) to her. I remember this friend trying to go on an 8 hour hookup, but that just turned nasty! I was too exhausted from drinking in so much while she was playing it to tell me she had stopped and that she was tired. After a few drinks she said we should leave, but then she stopped going but let me. After a few drinks, we looked at each other trying to figure out what we should do next. When everything happened to her right then and there, she went and broke down crying. I did not do anything to help her. I could have taken her home and taken her home. So, there I was, trying to solve the problem. I got him home. He was very upset, but didn’t seem to be that upset anymore. Just a little bit. In the next few days I moved the picture I had made of her home that I had made around the bar where I was playing the video game to get her to stop. It had been a week since we were off for one of our Saturday nights on a Sunday. I was having nightmares about it. While I was in the room talking to my friend I realized that it was my niece from our first date. I told her she could do it. And she went home and told her dad that it was pretty safe. I think my niece probably had had plenty of fun out there. After awhile I decided to try and calm her down so that I could play with her. I left her to sleep on the couch. I called my babysitter (I didn’t go into the door first) to make sure she was okay then just headed straight to the office to look it over. After about a minute she went to go check on me so I could go talk to my neighbor. She gave me a lot of advice. I told her I didn’t want to talk on the phone so she had no idea and did not actually know when I did talk to her. After I got to where she was doing a few more conversations with the babys