May kasabihan, “Matagal mamatay ang masamang damo”. But I guess this saying doesn’t always hold true.
When my Dad was younger, he once worked as an agent for some company. Unfortunately, the company flapped. To his surprise, one of the company’s clients, whom he himself introduced to the company as an agent, filed a legal suit against him for the reason that my Dad was the instrument who made him join the company. The client was running after his investments from the company since it has filed for bankruptcy.
My Dad was a victim, just as he was. He was out of job. He was just working for the company. He didn’t own the company. He was not liable for its downfall.
Anyway, this client was barking at the wrong tree. He wouldn’t listen to reason and even got my Dad arrested. He really gave him a hard time but of course for my Dad, justice prevailed.
Some years flew by, and one day this client was in the front page of the local daily news. He had died of a gunshot wound. He was shot from the back while seated in a waiting jeepney. The reason: he was wearing a jacket which he had borrowed from somebody whom he didn’t know had angered another person – the shooter. The shooter thought the client was the real owner of the jacket and needed to settle a score with him by shooting him. He wore the jacket at the wrong time, at the wrong place. It was somewhat an accidental shooting since the bullet was not intended for him in the first place.
It’s amazing how life plays out. Coincidence? Let’s see. Check out my next story and then tell me if this is coincidence.
When my Dad was younger, he once worked as an agent for some company. Unfortunately, the company flapped. To his surprise, one of the company’s clients, whom he himself introduced to the company as an agent, filed a legal suit against him for the reason that my Dad was the instrument who made him join the company. The client was running after his investments from the company since it has filed for bankruptcy.
My Dad was a victim, just as he was. He was out of job. He was just working for the company. He didn’t own the company. He was not liable for its downfall.
Anyway, this client was barking at the wrong tree. He wouldn’t listen to reason and even got my Dad arrested. He really gave him a hard time but of course for my Dad, justice prevailed.
Some years flew by, and one day this client was in the front page of the local daily news. He had died of a gunshot wound. He was shot from the back while seated in a waiting jeepney. The reason: he was wearing a jacket which he had borrowed from somebody whom he didn’t know had angered another person – the shooter. The shooter thought the client was the real owner of the jacket and needed to settle a score with him by shooting him. He wore the jacket at the wrong time, at the wrong place. It was somewhat an accidental shooting since the bullet was not intended for him in the first place.
It’s amazing how life plays out. Coincidence? Let’s see. Check out my next story and then tell me if this is coincidence.
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