I Was Almost Assassinated

A couple days ago a client who I had not heard from in quite some time called, he wanted to schedule and a time to sit with me and "have coffee".  He was suppose to assassinate me but his attempt at doing so never came about.

First some background on this client.  He was the 58 year old son of another client of mine, a woman of 85 years old.  I actually was able to get a refinanced mortgage last year for her because she was served with DIVORCE papers from her very young 82 year old husband.  Apparently he went to Florida on a business trip and came back home with a some young hot 65 year old chick on his arm, hence the divorce papers.  This man was her second husband and came into the their marriage with my client having all of the property and wealth to begin with.  So the divorce is started and get this, it gets really nasty, these two fought over EVERYTHING.  They fought over postcards from vacations they had together and even dishes from the kitchen.  The divorce decree was about 3 inches thick.  Well my client now had to cash out her own property to pay this dirt bag off, hell, it wasn't even his house.  However New York law stated he was entitled to half of everything including the house.  So the divorce as well as my dealings with them is now over, I got her the money she needed to keep her home and pay this bum off.  Six months later I get a call from the son saying he needs help.  The mortgage had not been paid since they had it.  Make a long story short, I was able to arrange a deal with their current bank so he could make some payments, keep the house, and avoid foreclosure.  Three months later the son calls me again and tells me he is in trouble.  He made only one payment from the prior deal I brokered for him.  So now he is facing foreclosure.  I put him in touch with someone who specializes in getting folks out of these situations.  My guy was going to be able to help him.  The only thing the son needed to do was cooperate and do everything my guy needed him to do.  Well the son dragged his ass and his house was sold on the courthouse steps.  Mind you his 85 year old mom doesn't even know what is going on.  I put him in touch with another guy who would be able to at least recoup some of the money from the sale of his house.  That deal is still in works almost a year later.

Now when the mom found out they were facing foreclosure, she had a stroke and was admitted to ICU.  When the house sold, she took a turn for the worse--things didn't look good for her.  By this time I had been completely out of the picture since I had done all I could do.  Every now and then I would hear some things from the last guy I referred to them, he would give me periodic updates.

Now the son was a bit off, he was 58 years old, lived with his mom, had no relationship with anyone else to speak of.  I remember being at their home the first time I met them, there was an oil painting of this gentleman when he was 12 years old on the wall, apparently the mom loved this portrait and had it commissioned for him to be depicted as Gainsboroughs, "Little Boy Blue".  It was almost exact replica of the painting but with this guys face in the painting.  He was embarrassed at time when his mom gave me a tour of the house and pointed out that picture of which he actually posed for.   Let me tell you I could go on and on about some of the weired stuff I saw there.

SO NOW I meet this guy at the diner yesterday and my wife was convinced that this guy was going to shoot me.  She felt (she heard all the stories about this guy) since he may want to blame me in some weird ass backwards way for his life being in the crapper, he just might take it out on me and shoot me in the diner.   I was like okay, thanks wifey for giving me the "oh shit I might die today" feeling.  For some reason I never questioned him as to why he wanted to see me.  Anyway I am at the diner, he's inside waiting for me, he gets my attention, and I'm ready to go MARINE on him should some shit go down.  If looks like he reaching for a gun out of his pocket even though he is reaching for a pen, he is getting a coffee spoon jammed into his eye.  We sat down, said our hellos--and as it turns out, he wanted to thank me for the sympathy card I sent some months back for his mom, yeah I found out through the grapevine his mom had passed not long after they lost the house.   He also wanted to give me his resume, since he was out of work and felt with the contacts I had, I might be able to do something for him.  Most of all I think he just wanted to talk since he seems to have no one else in his life.  He asked me a great deal for my advice on many things.  Most of all I think he just needed an ear and that I was for a couple of hours. 

We finally said our goodbyes, I took his resume, shook hands and left.  Who knew?

Comments

[kathi]

I've been trying to get you to look at my resume for years...and I have no desire to kill you.

[BlackOps]

Kathi,
You are too funny, I think I forgot how funny you could be. Not kill me, assassinate me! I like to think I am at some level of importance in this world, in my own mind anyway.