sorry to be a downer but i dont have a father. But since its fathers day, i thought i would share his story, its kinda interesting.
i was raised by grandparents, aunt and uncle. But from what i have been told, my father was a big radio/ electronics geek. He left behind tons of broken /taken apart radios (its the same for me with computers, i have tons of hardware lying around lol) which is really cool, I often wondered if he would get into computers (like me) as well if he lived.
Unfourtunatley, he was corrupted by the lifestyle of a rich kid. He was like one of those kids who drove his dads expensive luxury sedan at 19 y.o. (grandpa was a wealthy war veteral, colonel (almost made it to general too) was a big shot in the soviet military intellegence agency.
so my father dropped out of the univercity and it went downhill from here. Got into a company of some crooked cops who took advantage of his car (which had government markings on it so other cops thinking he was government ignored him if he broke any driving regulations. When grandma decided enough was enough, she took the carkeys away. My dad then got drunk, stole the car, and drove it into a bridge support on a highway (he lived, got away with just a concussion). Then he started jumping from job to job. When he landed a job as a security guard at an alcohol warehouse, Became a very good drinking buddy of the warehouse workers. But he screwed up badly with the security guard part as he allowed $20,000 worth of booze to be stolen. The owner of the warehouse filed a lawsuit for $20,000 on him but my dad never showed up in court. Finally the owner decided to drop the charges when he learned that his father was a high ranking guy in the military
By that time i was told that he started using drugs, Heroin from what people told me. He met some random woman in the bar, who ended up being my mother before she ran off somewhere, i was like 2yo already and grandparents took me in as my father constantly had to work (early 90s was financially very hard on everyone)
eventually, he and his friend got caught shoplifting or something, caught my dad and beat him up really badly. a few days later, my granparents found him unconcios in his apartment, dragged him to the hospital and he died there a few days later.
I am not sad about this story, i was too little to remember him anyway, buti just think his story is sortof interesting so i decided to share it.
dont hate people who rip you off,cheat and get away with it, learn from them
