They say that every person has a breaking point.
A point where life just becomes unbearable and not worth living anymore. This point is different for everyone and what will make one person despair and loose hope in living may be Nothing to another person.
Wealthy people will also tell you that they don`t count their success by how many things they tried and succeeded at,rather by how many times they Failed and Got up to Try again!
Those simple words saved my life and i heard them from a successful woman enterpreneur on some ABC Financial programme on a cold winter night 5 years ago as i planned to end it all!
I had got my self here by making some really bad financial decisions in the previous 3 years before the collapse of the Western World Economies around 2008.
Like any Tom,d*ck,Harry and Barry,i had taken out 2 Mortgages on 2 houses that i intended to rent out as an extra income.(And because the Bank Manager kept offering me the loans - the Prick!)
Life is good when you and everybody else in the country is living on borrowed money! What; Everybody was driving a brand new car (i had an E-Class),there were parties happening every weekend with everyone basically inviting you round to their house to show you what they had been "blessed" with!
I even had a Naija friend who installed a plasma t.v on the floor of his patio (veranda)
Everybody i knew had at least 2 houses and they were planning on building a high rise apartment block in Kasarani.
Long story shortened,the Economy in America collapses and it has a domino effect on Europe almost immediately.People start loosing jobs because all the big multinational companies they were working for are now cutting back.You dont have a job so you can`t afford to keep up the car payments and that mortgage payment and your "tenant" is also been made Redundant so the "extra income" from that second home becomes the "extra burden".
Soon,the Banks start threatening you with Court orders and injunctions "failure of which could lead to you loosing your home".
You struggle to make ends meet and the extra overtime is gone at your job,your wife who works as a nurse has had her hours and rate of pay cut down due to Government cutbacks on the budget.
Now you and your wife all of a sudden have too much time sitting at home doing nothing which can only mean one thing....Arguments! You start fighting about anything and everything from the Bills to why she is looking at you "like that!"
Your projects in Africa are on the back burner and you start having difficulties calling home juu they just dont understand why you are not sending the money anymore so "umeanza kubadilika" or "siku hizi anaringa sana"
Finally it gets so bad that even after the reschuduling of your loans and all the arrangements you make with the bank,they have taken your second house and are now coming for your family`s home. Depression kicks in and you can`t see an end to this! You dont talk to the wife anymore juu it just ends up in a fight and she even blames you for being so reckless and for the fact that the kids may not have a home to come to next week.
You are so used to the brown envelopes from the magistrate`s court that the you don`t open them anymore. That is until a Court Bailiff knocks on your door one morning and Hands you a letter of Repossession straight from the Judge.
You can jump up and down and even scream out loud but the fact of the matter is that you and your family will be "out of that house next week at 0200 Hours Failure of which your personal property shall be removed with or without your consent bla bla bla fucking BLA!!!"
That is where i was that fateful winter night.
I asked the wife to take the kids to her aunt and that she shouldn`t worry i was going to work something out.
I had a bottle of vodka and some "happy pills" that my Doctor had prescribed because of my "depression" and as i took big sips on the vodka straight out of the bottle and for the first time since all these started,i contemplated swallowing the contents of that month`s pills and wash it all down with a good guggle of Vodka.
I almost did it but then by the Grace of God that woman was on ABC talking about how she had overcome sexism,racism etc. And just like a messanger from God above she said those magic words that saved me from ending my life.
"I do not measure my success by all the things and ideas that i achieved at doing, i measure my success by how many times i failed at different things BUT managed to dust myself up,rise and live to try another day!"
Wow!
KTalkers please share any relevant experiences na sitaki kusikia juu ya Lorry ama Senior driver.
A point where life just becomes unbearable and not worth living anymore. This point is different for everyone and what will make one person despair and loose hope in living may be Nothing to another person.
Wealthy people will also tell you that they don`t count their success by how many things they tried and succeeded at,rather by how many times they Failed and Got up to Try again!
Those simple words saved my life and i heard them from a successful woman enterpreneur on some ABC Financial programme on a cold winter night 5 years ago as i planned to end it all!
I had got my self here by making some really bad financial decisions in the previous 3 years before the collapse of the Western World Economies around 2008.
Like any Tom,d*ck,Harry and Barry,i had taken out 2 Mortgages on 2 houses that i intended to rent out as an extra income.(And because the Bank Manager kept offering me the loans - the Prick!)
Life is good when you and everybody else in the country is living on borrowed money! What; Everybody was driving a brand new car (i had an E-Class),there were parties happening every weekend with everyone basically inviting you round to their house to show you what they had been "blessed" with!
I even had a Naija friend who installed a plasma t.v on the floor of his patio (veranda)
Everybody i knew had at least 2 houses and they were planning on building a high rise apartment block in Kasarani.
Long story shortened,the Economy in America collapses and it has a domino effect on Europe almost immediately.People start loosing jobs because all the big multinational companies they were working for are now cutting back.You dont have a job so you can`t afford to keep up the car payments and that mortgage payment and your "tenant" is also been made Redundant so the "extra income" from that second home becomes the "extra burden".
Soon,the Banks start threatening you with Court orders and injunctions "failure of which could lead to you loosing your home".
You struggle to make ends meet and the extra overtime is gone at your job,your wife who works as a nurse has had her hours and rate of pay cut down due to Government cutbacks on the budget.
Now you and your wife all of a sudden have too much time sitting at home doing nothing which can only mean one thing....Arguments! You start fighting about anything and everything from the Bills to why she is looking at you "like that!"
Your projects in Africa are on the back burner and you start having difficulties calling home juu they just dont understand why you are not sending the money anymore so "umeanza kubadilika" or "siku hizi anaringa sana"
Finally it gets so bad that even after the reschuduling of your loans and all the arrangements you make with the bank,they have taken your second house and are now coming for your family`s home. Depression kicks in and you can`t see an end to this! You dont talk to the wife anymore juu it just ends up in a fight and she even blames you for being so reckless and for the fact that the kids may not have a home to come to next week.
You are so used to the brown envelopes from the magistrate`s court that the you don`t open them anymore. That is until a Court Bailiff knocks on your door one morning and Hands you a letter of Repossession straight from the Judge.
You can jump up and down and even scream out loud but the fact of the matter is that you and your family will be "out of that house next week at 0200 Hours Failure of which your personal property shall be removed with or without your consent bla bla bla fucking BLA!!!"
That is where i was that fateful winter night.
I asked the wife to take the kids to her aunt and that she shouldn`t worry i was going to work something out.
I had a bottle of vodka and some "happy pills" that my Doctor had prescribed because of my "depression" and as i took big sips on the vodka straight out of the bottle and for the first time since all these started,i contemplated swallowing the contents of that month`s pills and wash it all down with a good guggle of Vodka.
I almost did it but then by the Grace of God that woman was on ABC talking about how she had overcome sexism,racism etc. And just like a messanger from God above she said those magic words that saved me from ending my life.
"I do not measure my success by all the things and ideas that i achieved at doing, i measure my success by how many times i failed at different things BUT managed to dust myself up,rise and live to try another day!"
Wow!
KTalkers please share any relevant experiences na sitaki kusikia juu ya Lorry ama Senior driver.
