One night, sad news came from my family, whom I had not been able to visit for a long time. My brother, who is three years younger than me, said, "We lost our father, brother" on the phone at three in the night.
At that moment, the world stopped for me for a few seconds. For the first time, I understood what it meant to lose. Life had snatched a precious gift from me, and it was the beginning of the gifts I would later lose.
At that moment when my brother said, "We lost our father, brother," I felt the support of a strong hand behind me. That's when I started thinking about the past for the first time. What I've been through, what I've accomplished, thanks to whom...
Life is a gift given to man. The life of others is also a gift given to man. When my father left, I understood what it means to have a gift taken from one's hands. No matter how old a person is, when the father leaves, he becomes an "Orphan".
After I felt that I was an orphan, everything started to turn upside down. After my father left, he took my mother, who had been ill for a long time, with him. Now we are both orphans and orphans.
As if everything was not enough, I also got bad news about my own life. I got a difficult disease. Early diagnosis from God. Hospital processes started. Movies , tomography Chemotherapy and also lots of other drugs. My strong body fell as I fell due to the drugs. I couldn't even do my most basic needs on my own.
No need to stretch after a long treatment; Thanks to doctors, hospital staff, developing technology and of course my remaining family, I started to regain my health gradually.
I stayed away from the company for about one and a half years when I said the funeral work sickness process. I had to leave the business to the partners. My interest in the company is whatever little information the partners give by the way.
With the permission of the doctors, I slowly returned to my work. Suddenly what do I see. Thanks to my partners, they took good care of the company's business. In my absence, they took out a loan after a loan. Each loan was taken to cover the other. It is not clear where the loans were drawn. It's like a pile of debt. One goal one minute. On my first day at the company post-illness, creditors knocked on the door. While I did not know what to answer to whom, the partners began to grumble. They tried to put the blame on me.
It's hard to believe, but wouldn't they say "I wasn't interested in the company, that's why". Of course, I smiled bitterly at these accusations. While they were making a lot of money, they said "we do everything together, we make decisions together". But when things got worse, they said, "The company has become this way because of you."
We couldn't find the opportunity to make a healthy decision because of the fight and the noise. However, we could not see a way out.
We went to the friend we helped. Doors have always been walls.
The companies we trade with did not want to put themselves at risk.
What we will get is left for another spring.
Our partners, with whom we were together in good times, fled abroad.
Then, as a company, we hoisted the flag of execution proceedings, court decisions and finally bankruptcy.
I thought of the spouse and friend that I had saved from the age of seven to forty-eight. I looked around and stopped. People judge you based on what they see and their expectations. If you have an interest, they keep it high, but if you have no interest, they flee to a place quite far from you.
By the age of forty-six, I had reached the economic power to realize her sister's dreams. Instead of a modest house with pink shutters, I preferred residences. After so many successes, life did not end happily as in her sister's dreams. While listening to your sister's dreams, I realize that the gifts the small town gave us are gone one by one.
After all the losses, it is necessary to start all over again. It is necessary to go to that small town where everything started and listen to your sister's dreams again.
Maybe I can regain the gifts I lost.
