Mr. Jackson was a loner, sick with ambition; his favorite pastime was work. As a child he was determined to make it as a billionaire before 50, and surely he did. He sired five kids, all lazy, slow, extravagant and crazy, from two divorced wives. It hurt him that none of them had inherited his passion for hard work and excellence. He helped them start multi-million business projects, but none of them lasted six months before collapse obviously due to mismanagement.
He never criticised them, but patiently gave whatever material support they asked for. He looked on as they wasted property and themselves.
Jackson didn’t give them individual attention like other loving parents do. Often he was secluded in the office in one of the buildings he owned and only retreated home late at night. But everyone seemed fine with that.
On their 20th birthday each child received a gift of about 6 million dollars from him. After two years, however, none of them had a coin left on their accounts. They’d abused it buying posh cars and throwing extravagant parties.
Their father never betrayed any distaste for their actions, he not only despised but also hated them. Sometimes when their projects failed, he secretly chuckled.
Well, Mr. Jackson died at the age of 70 after a bout of cancer and his kids were silently glad. His demise wasn’t sad, they were thinking about his will and how much money they would get.
The family lawyer read the will seven days after Mr. Jackson’s funeral, and guess what? None of his children or any other family member was to receive a share of his estate. It was all given to a charity home.