This week’s first line: I’m going to tell you how I lost my inheritance. It was hard to see that it was going to be a sad story. He had that look that suggested it was going to take some time, and it was going to be an effort to listen to him.
It was not hard to see that it was going to be a sad story. He had that look that suggested it was going to take some time, and it was going to be an effort to listen to him.
“When I was twenty-one my uncle died and left me a large amount of money. Millions I am talking. Millions.
I’d never had money before. I was brought up in a family who struggled. My parents worked at two jobs and gave me everything they thought I needed to make my way in the world.
When this money came my way, they advised me to invest it, put it to use, save it for a rainy day. But I knew better and saw my way out of the situation I was in. Struggle Street was no longer for me. My parents were not happy with my decisions so I left. Bought a ticket and flew away. The money gave me entry into all sorts of places and the one I most loved was the gambling casino.
What fun that was, I could spend the night playing, lose and never feel guilty. It was my money and I was going to enjoy every cent of it.
It took me a long time to understand that with gambling you were never going to win. I’d have been better buying the casino than playing in it.
In six months, I’d lost everything. I started to rack up debts. I had no money, nowhere to go, no one to call on for help. I cleaned floors, worked in the casino kitchens, scrubbed toilets and eventually found myself on the streets.
In the end, I contacted my parents and told them of my plight. They sent me the money for a flight home.
Now I’m back where I started, wiser but so much poorer. I’ve learned humility and I’ve gone back to study to try and resurrect something of my life.”
Despite his obvious remorse at a life led with his own selfish needs at the centre of it all, there remained a sense of hope that he could regain his dignity and make something of himself.