Found out some unsettling news about my parent's business/company. There's legal action pending so I won't really go in to any detail on it. Suffice to say, it's f***ed up. And it also serves to illustrate to me how small and self-serving some people can actually be.
It's strange to me. For my whole life, my parents have been there for me to lean on. When I failed algebra in 7th grade, when I shoplifted a pair batteries the day after my 16th birthday and got busted by store security....when I joined a fraternity my freshman year...when I nearly flunked out of college my freshman year (yes, there was a correlation there, hence the reason I was NOT in a fraternity my second semester of college)...when I dropped out of school to get married....when my daughter was born...when I had open heart surgery...when I got divorced...when I got remarried...when we got a house.
They've always been there. Supporting me. Silently letting me steer my own ship, with a gentle nudge on the rudder when it seemed as though I might veer off course. And now it's them who have had the wind knocked out of their sails. The problems that are happening will affect my whole family. My brother also works at the family business, so it will affect him too.
I've always been the anomaly in my family. The 'thinks too much and sits in his room writing poetry all the time' one. It's probably for this reason that I never actually went to work at the family business. And looking at that now, it's probably the one thing that has allowed me to have an objective view of the situation and its inevitable conclusion. And I'm guessing it's going to be the thing that allows me to help them along in the next few months (which have the potential of being incredibly shitty for my parents).
It's just weird a bit. To be their support...a shoulder for them to lean on.
It's just got me really thinking about things. About how the last place I want to be right now is on the receiving of the shitstorm. And how I know that my parents never dreamed something like this could happen to them. And how I don't want to be 20 years down the road realizing that I spent the past 20 years letting my dreams slip slowly by. That I didn't spend every spare waking moment fighting to make my dreams come true.
It's amazing to me how the universe (or God, or Allah or your chosen deity of choice) sends the wakeup calls to us in our lives.  I guess what's more amazing to me is how many times we hit the snooze button.

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