|The Sad life of a Lucky Person
Author: Gakuhaitsu PM
This is the true life story of my grandpa who died way before I was born. However, when I learned about his interesting and unusual life I felt that I had to do something. So I write his biography. Very unique and very true. My 1st try at bio's. Plx R&R!Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 1,112 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-14-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2346869
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Hi! I'm new at biographies and things, but since I had to make one anyways I wanted to share one about my grandpa, (who is...dead by the way...). This document is extremely different than any of my other works so far so if you don't like it, don't read it.
All of the bio is true. It's written from my grandpa's POV (point of view). He really had an interesting and lucky life.
Luckily and fortunately, a very kind hearted and selfless couple passed by, saw me laying there, crying sick, and slick with sweat and brought me home. They weren't afraid of contracting the sickness. Against the odds, I recovered! Then they adopted me. They were poor but they scrapped up enough money to support me in school for one year, in Grade 1. It was one of the best years of my life.
Afterwards, they brought me to a carpenter to be his apprentice. I boarded at the carpenters place and went home only a few times a year.
At age twenty, I left the carpenter to start my own career. I met Zhen Zing Heun when I was 21. She was one of my customer's daughters. We fell in love. I started a business and a year later we married.
At age 24, we had our first daughter. We named her Zheng Bow Xu. At that time I was moderately wealthy as business was going quite well. Within eleven years, I had eleven more kids. Two of them died. I hired a servant for each child. During that time, I got wealthier with each passing year.
One day, my old step-mama suddenly appeared and claimed to have missed me more than she could ever think. Ofcourse she did… I wish I could believe that…only the last time I saw you, you wanted me DEAD! Given that, I just ignored her and after a while… when she finally noticed the sickness hadn't screwed with my brain (a.k.a. made me forgive her cruelness or be blind of the fact that she only wanted/loved my MONEY not me) she popped back out of my life. I had my own family that I earned with my sweat and life, thank you very much.
Then in 1957, China had a new rule that forced all the rich people to give all their money and fortune to the government. They " the government" believed that all citizens should be equal.
So..did they want everyone to be poor?
Though I thought that it was still the law and I would be in grave trouble if I didn't follow their orders. So I gave the government most of my wealth. Unknown to them or anyone else for that matter, I secretly hid some gold. That way I would have money to immigrate to Hong Kong. When I first went to Hong Kong, I only brought my wife and my 3 eldest children. The other children stayed behind with my relatives. When I got to Hong Kong I traded the gold for money.
I only had a small amount of fortune left. I used the money to open a new company with a partner. My "partner" was a stranger. At that time I felt horrible, sad and most of all mad. I mean, afterall the government had taken all my money, property, land, everything I had earned from hard work!!!
As if that wasn't bad enough I then found out that my partner was actually a bad guy. He tricked me into giving him all my money and then he ran away!!
Now I had no money at all! My family and I was forced to live in a small wooden house. For god'sake, my wife had to string beads and arrange flowers for a living. I took on any jobs that were available. Somehow within one year, I had enough money to open a store. The year was 1958.
Gradually business got better. I met a very loyal friend. He was very nice, very rich and was the boss of a big bank company. He owned around 30 banks. He gave all the fixing jobs to me. Later, he became the godfather to my children. Because of him I earned a lot of money, enough money to bring the rest of the kids to Hong Kong. Soon I had two more kids. My business kept getting better and better.
I opened two more stores that sold aluminum materials. I constantly worked, and soon I started having stomach pains.
The doctor told me it was caused because I was working too much / overworking. In the next few years the pain never went away, in fact it got much worse. One day the pain was just too much, I was sent to the hospital, the doctors "there" said it was cancer. And that I only had one to two weeks at most left to live. I stayed there and one night…. I slept for all eternity. I died there in 1965, age 43.
When you think about it, it's kind of funny how you can miss someone without actually every knowing them. Still, I'm very proud of my grandpa and his accomplishments. Definitely proud.
I really want to know what totally went wrong in there.