Fred Trump Jr. died in a hospital room alone. His father was worth hundreds of millions. His brother was at the movies. Nobody from the family that built an empire bothered to show up for the one of them who was actually dying
He was the firstborn, the heir, meant to inherit it all. He didn't want it. He wanted to fly, and he became an airline pilot, happier than the Trump name ever made him. His father called the dream "a chauffeur in the sky." His brother Donald told him to his face he was wasting his life. So they pulled him back into the business he hated, and it took him apart. The drinking started. The cockpit was gone. The heir to a fortune ended up on his father's maintenance crew, fixing the old man's buildings for a wage
Here is where it becomes pure money. When Fred Sr. died, the will was engineered the way the wealthy always do it. The valuable buildings were placed into entities the loyal children controlled, and Fred Jr.'s kids were handed a frozen, lowballed stake and told that was the number. This is the oldest move in inherited wealth: the person holding the asset also writes its price, and a private company has no public market to argue with. They nearly signed
Then they did the one thing that saved them. They refused the family's figure and paid for an independent appraisal, the same move that protects you in any buyout, any divorce, any inheritance. The buildings the family swore were worth $30 million came back closer to $1 billion. That gap wasn't an accident. It was the discount you get handed when you trust the person who profits from your ignorance
So remember the rule, because it will cost you one day too. Whoever controls an asset controls its stated price, and that price is built to favor them, your employer with your equity, your partner in a split, your own blood over a will. Never accept a valuation from the side that wins if you believe it. Fred Jr. trusted the people who loved him and died with nothing. His children trusted a number they checked themselves and walked out with a fortune. Same family. Same buildings. One learned to verify. The other believed them all the way to the grave
Of many ways you could lose someone, death is the kindest.
To your parents, you are better of dead than coming out gay.
Death is kinder to them than this shame.
THE JUDGE WAS IN TEARS AS HE PRONOUNCED THE DEATH PUNISHMENT ON THE FOUR DEFENDANTS:
The job is never easy on our judges and some people will not behave themselves.
“You…, is hereby sentenced to death by hanging or through the administration of lethal injection. You shall be haanged by the neck until you are d£ad, may the Lord have mercy on your soul.”
When you wake up and decide to commit crime, always remember the implications and ask yourself what it is worth, your life?.
Fiat justitia, ruat coelum - Let justice be done, though the heavens fall.
Free lunch was costing us $310,000 a year.
The CFO wanted to cancel it.
Terrible idea.
People love free lunch.
Instead, we moved lunch from 12:00 to 11:00.
Then 10:30.
Then 10:00.
Eventually most employees stopped eating it.
The benefit still exists.
The cost is down 71%.
This is why HR should never remove perks.
We should make them inconvenient enough to become profitable.
being married is funny because you'll be chilling, having a bowl of cereal, and your wife will say
i hate these bowls, don't you?
and you'll shrug becuase you don't care and she'll say
i do, they've bothered me for a while now. we need new bowls.
and you'll shrug again because you have honestly, not once, ever considered the bowls at all
then a few days later there will be all new bowls in the kitchen.
and you'll be eating the same cereal in a different bowl, chilling, and she'll say
i love these new bowls
and you'll shrug again because you still don't care but she's happier and the cereal is still good and you didn't do anything at all
Madilu's wedding that happened in Mombasa coincided with the death of Wilson Peter Kinyonga.
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There is a flight from JKIA to Qatar that departs at 1: 00 AM. To whoever recommended a flight at that time, I hope your pillow is warm on both sides tonight. Arriving at the airport at night only to realize your flight departed in the morning.