There's one popular saying that talks about how you don't really know someone until they have money, simply because there's a belief that money changes a person and it's only when they have it that their true nature and character will sprout out. But is that actually true? Can money really change a person? Can someone you've known for years suddenly change and seem like a total stranger because they now have cash? Today I'll be talking extensively about this, my opinion, and other things surrounding the subject matter.
To be honest, even though it's actually hard to believe, I must say for a fact that money indeed does change people, although I'd also like to defend some set of people by saying money isn't actually what changed them, but instead commitment to other things such as their job, relationship, and the like. But beyond that I agree with the fact that money does change an individual. I've seen this firsthand and have had a personal encounter with a friend who suddenly changed after having some form of cash with him. That experience was disappointing because it hurt having to experience such not from someone I only call my friend, but from someone whom I've given my all to in the past.
I remember I once talked about a friend who got his girlfriend pregnant but had no job to fend for his new family, and so I stepped in by giving them cash every now and then, also going as far as giving his now wife the key to my room so she could pick up any food items she needed while I was at work. That's because we stayed in the same compound. These things went on for years, and even when he finally got a job, it wasn't enough, and I never backed down from helping. Fortunately for him, he was later introduced to a means of earning online, and that changed his story financially for good. Unfortunately for me, I resigned from my job around that period and couldn't secure another job in time.
During those periods of my joblessness, I remember going to my friend to seek help for transport fare to interviews, a meal, and the like, but surprisingly, he always had excuses whenever I sought his help. I was disappointed because even his wife, who used to enter my room regularly to carry food items in the past, also seemed to have forgotten all that. After about 4 months, I finally secure another job, and one fateful day I walk up to him to let him know how disappointed I was in him and how he changed immediately after he got rich. I let him know I didn't help him then so he could help me in return, but at least we're friends, and for him not to help me once for those four months of me being without a job speaks volumes about who's.
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