At the church I attended as a teen, there
was a family of three. I suppose they were reasonably affluent, though
I did not pay much attention to such things in those days. After
I moved on, I heard that the father succumbed in middle age to a
degenerative disease and went to be with the Lord. Being a decent sort and forward-thinking,
he had made financial arrangements for his wife and disabled daughter so that
they would be cared for after he was gone.
That worked out well … until it didn’t. A con artist talked the gullible widow into a bad investment, and they lost
everything. Years later, they’re still struggling.














