Makes Me Want To Cry
Two years ago, I posted about an unsung hero.
In short, several years ago our accountant and his wife became surrogate parents to a two-year-old girl so she would be eligible for a lifesaving heart transplant. Then they adopted her and she needed another transplant. The trials and difficulties they went through were heartbreaking, but they loved this little girl and her health was now turning the corner. She was going to school and was looking forward to living a normal life.
This made me want to cry for just how special these people were to take on such a huge task for this little girl who was now their own.
This last year when we went to sign off on our taxes we learned the accountant was separated from his wife. Apparently, the stress and strain of this little girl’s health issues were too much. They had grown apart, but, he stressed, they were doing whatever needed to not let the little girl feel the pain of the separation, they still made sure to both stay in her life and to continue to do things together as a family.
This made me want to cry because I know how difficult divorce can be, especially when a young child was involved, and I had some special empathy for this man because I knew him to be such a good person.
Today I needed some information on my previous year’s income tax returns. It is a long story, but Mrs. C uncharacteristically had misplaced our returns. I called the accountant. The phone was out of service. I checked on line for information and received a huge shock.
My accountant had been arrested for forging checks against two of his customer’s accounts. Going back two year before my post on his heroism, he had been writing forged checks to himself to the tune of $500,000.
I don’t know the whole story, but this was not a dishonest man. He does not live a lavish lifestyle. He has no summer house, no plane or boat, hell he worked his butt off most of the year.
I suspect he had great money difficulties related to the medical expenses of this little girl who had become his whole life. Maybe his insurance didn’t cover the expenses before the adoption was completed, maybe it didn’t cover enough. I can only imagine the expense of two transplants (If you are reading this Mike from Montana, how much?)
Whatever the reason, whatever the motive, whatever the pressures, there is no excuse for stealing, any amount of money. Still, I knew this man to be a good man. Now I assume he is broke, alone, and at the age of 60+ is probably going to jail and will certainly never work at his profession again. I feel for him, hell, I fear for him.
He is a good man who made a bad decision for a wonderful cause.
Makes me want to cry.