Hon, your mom called while we were out, you might want to get back to her, it sounded kind of important.
Trust me, there is nothing as important as the document I have in fronto f me.
You always say that.
Maybe. But 99% of the time, it's true.
What is it this time?
It's a will.
Lawrence Jordan? What's so interesting about it?
He's leaving all of his money to an illeginamate child.
Why?
I'm not sure, but I can assue you his wife is not plaesed.
Oh, does she need the cash to 'continue in the lifestyle she's become accustomed to?'
Pretty much. But the weird part is, it's not even his kid. It's his sons, but the baby was conceived out of wedlock.
So why does he care so much?
I don't know, that's kind of what I'm trying to figure out. It dosen't even sound like she had met the boy.
Who are you representing in the case?
The wife, unfortunatly. She's suing the boy and his mother to get back the money.
Gee thanks, Grandma.
She's denying that this child is even her sons at all.
How much did he inherit?
Over 7.5 million dollars.
God. I was happy when my grandpa slipped me a five. What's the money in?
Stocks mostly, and some major hunks of relestate.
God, I can't even imagine just giving away that much money, even if I was dead.
Well this is a very different world they live in. Very different. The high-class millionaires do with their money what they wish, they've earned it. Well usually.
So what are you going to do?
Well, first I'm going to order a parternity test, then meet with the clients and see if we can make a settlement outside of court.
Do you think that will work?
I honestly don't think so, but it would sure make things easier if it did work out that way.
Because the average life expectancy is 36, and Mr. Jordan was 50, the fact that he had this disease completely illuded him. He was not tested for it at birth, and thanks almost entirly to good genes, good habits, and some luck, Mr. Jordan barley experianced any lung problems, a symptom of the disease, until his late 20's. At this time, Mr. Jordan was falsely diagnosed with asthma.
the kid has cystic fibrosis
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
r brain
You don’t start out life this way. The world has to mold you to be like this. You aren’t born with the morals you currently possess, nor do you come into this world with any real abstract thoughts. It’s the events around you that change your perspective, and transform you from a lump of clay to a divine sculpture. Or at least, that’s what it’s supposed to do. I guess maybe the guy sculpting him slipped or something. It’s not entirely his fault. I’m sure that he thought it was all okay. But he messed up, and I ended up… messed up.
Therapist: Tell me about your family.
Bridge: My family? What does that have to do with anything, I thought this was about me?
Therapist: Well yes, but just tell me about your family first. It will make it easier when we talk about you.
Bridge: But we are going to talk about me?
Therapist: Yes.
Bridge: Alright then.
Therapist: Tell me about your family.
Bridge: My family? What does that have to do with anything, I thought this was about me?
Therapist: Well yes, but just tell me about your family first. It will make it easier when we talk about you.
Bridge: But we are going to talk about me?
Therapist: Yes.
Bridge: Alright then.
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