While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. ~Leonardo Da Vinci
The woman who taught me how to work hard died yesterday. She was a millionaire but she was never above getting on her hands and knees and scrubbing the floor or cleaning grout with a toothbrush. There was none who worked harder.
She also taught me that people were much more important than money. Unfortunately, that is a lesson she failed to teach herself. Countless mentally challenged people fell victim to her greed as did others who thought they could trump her business acumen. They could not. Not even the IRS could figure it out. And those poor souls who worked for her, struggled with nickle raises while she stuffed-away bundles of cash in old pocketbooks and bedroom closets.
Given all those she cheated over the years, or stepped on while putting together her fortune, all that money now belongs to someone else. For what? She lived on Pleasant Street in her mortal life. But after the final accounting, no telling what the address might be.