Из хозяина бизнеса в бомжи

kilativ — 31.12.2021 My descent into homelessness felt as though it happened in the blink of an eye. It was as if one moment I was standing in a meadow next to my horses, stroking their manes, and the next I was lying inside a plastic garbage bag on a park bench, wrapping clothes around my shivering body.
In fact, it happened over the course of 12 devastating months from 2013 to 2014. The house I was renting in Oregon burned down. My mother died of a cancer that, until a short time earlier, no one knew she had. My family fell into a bitter dispute over her inheritance and ostracized me. My beagle died. I was emotionally burdened to the point of being unable to run the business I had owned for nearly a decade, let alone pay my rent. Eventually, I was told to pack my bags and leave the new place I had rented after the fire.
Отсюда

Знаете, всякое в жизни бывает. Вот пример, когда внезапная смерть матери от рака, разлад в семье, внезапный пожар просто настолько выбили человека из колеи, что он оказался на улице. Не наркоман. Просто сильнейший стресс. И всё.
Эй, балдолизы, вы застрахованы от такого положения вещей? Держите Господа Бога за бороду?

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