How Should I Feel?

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Thirty-seven years ago I had just finished a vigorous workout at my club. A friend mentioned that he'd just had lunch with a mutual friend neither of us had seen in several years. That friend had been out of work for over a year and was going back to school to complete his PHD.

I had just started a company and hired that out of work friend, giving him ten percent of the shares in the new business. Three years later he conspired with five other people to steal my business. In the process they tried to publicly humiliate me and destroy my ability to make a living. Those of you who are old enough to remember Tiananmen Square might be surprised that the story they planted about me in the paper was the top story of the day and not what happened in China.

They almost succeeded in ruining me. The setback cost my many $millions, but in three years I had created a new, larger and more profitable business.

Each of the other conspirators had clear motives for what they did. I've never been able to understand his motives. I have not seen him or heard from him in decades.

Last night I had some time on my hands and did a Google search on him. Imagine my surprise to find out that his funeral was last Tuesday.

I just spent a wonderful Christmas with my family. I want for nothing. Yet, there's a part of me that is rejoicing today in that his obituary paints a picture of a man who did very little with his life after his treachery.

Does my happy-dance reaction to his obit make me a bad person?

Jill

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