Mark Madoff and Me

Never been rich. But I did lose all my friends, my reputation, and my ability to earn a living. Lost my home, my neighborhood, my connections. Lost money and a pension you could live on. People just didn’t look at me the same way. I became the subject of ridicule and scorn, not to mention a person in need of police protection. No way to ever be respected or relied on. My Mother even had a heart attack and died listening to Governor Pataki rail against me on the television. No way to recover. You don’t come back from total disgrace.

I can understand where he stood, but not what he did. If he, like me, didn’t do anything wrong, why take your life? Very early on, Sharon asked me if I was going to kill myself. I said, “no. Why?” She said, “then we’ll fight them.” So we did and we got crushed.

What’s the worst that could have happened to him. He could have downsized, found a job helping others, and lived like the rest of us. His problem is that he never was anything other than rich.

Author: duckshots

Lapsed lawyer. Reader. Photographer. Jewish. Strongly attached to loving, caring, wife-Sharon. Working at remaining relevant. Hoping that my body and mind outlive my dreams. Maybe something I blog will make some sense.

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