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| When dawn finally arrived the temperature outside was already over 100 degrees. I walked down the hallway alongside the front stairway and stopped at the screen door facing Walnut St, the street where I've lived for the past two years. I pushed open the door and stepped out onto the porch where the morning paper lay waiting. Wrapped in an orange clear plastic bag, I could see the color photographs of the front page through the tint. I raised my arms to the sky, stretched hard and let out a long yawn embracing the morning sun and preparing to read the morning news. It was too hot to sit on the porch as I normally did so I turned and walked back through the doorway and took a seat at the kitchen table. I tore open the plastic below the knot, it was easier then trying to untie it. I pulled out the paper, let it roll open and what I saw on the front page caused the blood to leave my face turning it a pale gray. My heart sank as I read “ Clock runs out on Banker.” Under the headlines was the face Thornton Wells, my financial adviser and the story unfolded before my eyes. Mr. Wells was arrested for bilking his clients out of millions of dollars. Over the past ten years Mr Wells has been running a complex Ponzi Scheme and thanks to an informant, his scheme was uncovered and his luck run out. Just like that, so too, had my savings. That's how tragedy happens. No warning, no timing, no per-planning, it just happens. One hot summer day ended it all but I still had my life and I am resourceful. Nothing left but to keep cool and carry on. |
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