He's 79 years old, and the past few years have probably been some of the worst of his entire life. He has come under a spell of bad luck, my mother says. He had a long and successful career in the federal government for more than 30 years before he retired in the late 80's. In the early 90's, right after retirement, he got his Real Estate license and got into the business, has been in it ever since. He was able to live comfortably for a long time while I was growing up, and helped us out financially when we needed help. He helped to finance my bullshit college education for the time that he could, but midway through, he couldn't afford it. He was sued for $60,000 for a bad job one of the laborers he hired did on a house that a couple bought and it became damaged. And then the Depression hit. Some people call it a recession, but I reckon that depends on how hard hit your own circumstances are. When the Depression hit, he lost a lot of business. His tenants in several properties he owned weren't paying their rent. Being the nice guy that he is, he let them stay for some amount of time, even though they couldn't pay and he desperately needed the money (just gives you the story from the landlord's perspective when people bitch about having to pay their rent...the landlord has a family to support, too, and when you're unable to pay and don't get evicted, who do you think is covering for you?). He had problems selling homes, because houses weren't selling anymore. He had to be able to put in quadruple the amount he usually would've had to in order to sell a house, and with the lawsuit and my college, he wasn't able to do that. He made a lot of bad decisions which led to this downfall. Throughout his secure career with the federal government, he never saved up a penny for his daughter to be able to go to college. He never looked into the future. He never did things that were safe, such as being careful about the people he hire to do work on homes that he was going to sell, to prevent a lawsuit like this; instead, he hired people he knew for a long time, but also knew that they had drug problems, weren't reliable, etc. This was him again trying to do the right thing to help others, and having it blow up in his face. He signed a college loan for me without my knowledge, though with good intent, and used my name as a co-borrower, without my knowledge (fraud). He was so desperate to make the appearance that he was able to help get me through college, that he went behind my back and put his neck out there, to get a private loan that had ridiculous conditions and interest. He wasn't able to make payments on this loan, and went into default. He didn't contact the company to let them know that he wasn't able to make payments, or to request a forbearance or deferment, so the loan went into default, with my name as the co-borrower, so I also go down for this mistake that he made, though in good intent. Now, we're both being served court documents to appear regarding the default with the private loan bank, which we're indebted by $35,000. I had no idea about this loan until just last year when it was too late to be handled, and when I was virtually unemployed and not able to pay for anything. Last night, before this minor snowstorm, his car was stolen. He had lots of papers and documents and other personal belongings in the car that he's had for 15 years. He's been forced to work a full-time job as a security guard (he's 79 years old) at a hangout for Prince Hall Masons. He's been working there for about a year now trying to make ends meet. He says that he left his keys sitting on the desk, and some boys picked them up, and took his car. Sounds strange to me, but that's what he says happened. It's not likely the car will be found, and he says his insurance company gave him a rental car, but that's about it. Several months ago, he was having problems paying his mortgage, and was in trouble of losing his home. I don't know what ever happened with that situation. I guess he resolved it... It just seems as if bad things keep happening to him all at once, and for some reason, I know that it's all the fault of my existence. He could have retired happily and comfortably and not had to have gone into something else if I weren't around. But in a way, I also think it's his, and my mom's, fault for adopting a child they weren't able to economically -- and in my mother's case economically nor emotionally nor psychologically -- able to raise and support for at least 18 years. So he's not being able to handle everything. He tells me sometimes that he's feeling so tired and down and depressed. The man's worked his entire life, has tried to do right by others, helped others, being an overall good and friendly person. He knows so many people and helps out when he can if ever asked for help. He's done so much to help my mother and I when we needed it. I just can't think of why he deserves all the bad spells he's getting. He made a lot of bad decisions, but a lot of people make bad decisions and never have such shit happen to them all in one bound. I always think about him and think that one of these days, he'll just kill himself because he's tired of trying to do damage control and having everything at him all at once. Life would be so much better if I were living a content, satisfying, middle-class life that many people my age are doing, but instead, I'm nobody, doing everything that amounts to nothing, and no one is proud of me, since my parents still struggle and I'm not really able to help the way I'd like. I just keep waiting for the day to come and wondering if it's now, or tomorrow, or the day after that, or the next hour, the next minute... it just feels like he has no way out of his problems and I'm afraid he'll choose what's seemingly the only way out. Either that, or I may as well kill myself or be killed. I know no one here gives a fuck about me or this post, but I just want it to go on the record.