The father had been a minor player who had come
up through the ranks by virtue of his sheer availability. It was certainly not because of any moral
fortitude or advanced level of thinking on his part.
The son had been a popular college student, and
then, minor entrepreneur, getting ahead whenever and however he could, who now
worked on behalf of his father in whatever capacity was required.
But now the work started to bother him, some of
the loathsome work that he had performed on behalf of his father had left an
indelible mark on his very soul. Some sins do not disappear and just go away,
no matter how hard you wish them to.
In order to forget the more troublesome issues,
the son had slipped into some bad habits including drinking too much and too
often. Evaporating quickly was the self-delusion
that the more loathsome deals he was dealing, and the wrong turns he was taking
in life, were really alright. It would turn out OK in the end, he had told
himself, because it was for his father. But, as a consequence of that thought he
had developed a fevered look in his eyes, a kind of unhealthy desperation.
The son would do anything for the father as he
had now proved through the selling of his very soul.
This was all the sadder when you consider that the son had a charm and charisma of his own. And so, he did care about what he was doing. But felt, because it was his father that he needed to soldier on.
Where was his soul again? Where did his father stand on this issue?
As always, his father stood for himself first. His son’s destruction was but a small glitch,
and even smaller price to pay for financial success above all else.
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