One day I had the opportunity to return
a program of new American marketing
which would start in France.
I was 18 and not money.
I had to borrow.
So I went around
wealthy people I knew.
course I was only 18 years
and no guarantee to give, but what
it was hard!
Mark Twain said "If you do not know
the value of money, go and try to borrow
."
I guess he went through there ...
The worst was my grandmother, who
did not make the slightest gesture, and
a friend of my father, Bernard.
latter, chef
company, has agreed to me
receive.
I was full of hope.
And then he gave me a great lesson
. He did not hit
physically, but it was worse.
"Your father was my best friend.
He asked me to help
when it went badly for him.
I did.
then he has continued to lie to me
me saying that he had mailed a check
, it would
leave tomorrow, giving me
appointment which can not come
, not responding to my phone calls
.
If m 'had not confessed
able to pay me, I would have understood and accepted
. But he
abused. He betrayed me.
If I saw him again, I would quash
FIG.
is a bastard. I can not help you. "
I walked away, collapsed.
I knew none of this.
I measured that day the power
confidence ... and the huge disappointment
that can represent a betrayal
.
I knew the shame.
and I went door to door,
wiped tens of refusal.
Finally, my mother put a ring
and precious carpets in
pledge and loaned me the money.
At 18, in a few months I
mounted the largest distribution network
France.
I drove a Porsche, I earned more than
in my wildest dreams.
I could repay
and spoil my mother. I showed everyone
did not believe in me what I was capable
.
But I never forgot the bitterness of Bernard
nor its
words.
betray a friend is one of
worst things you can do.
Regards, Christian
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