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Although  he  did  achieve  tremendous  professional  success  and  was
                finally awarded his doctorate degree, I suspect not realizing his dream of

                becoming a college professor haunted my father until his dying days. He
                often said, “When you kids are out of the house, I’m going back to school
                and doing what I love—teaching.”
                    Instead of teach, however, he eventually became the superintendent of

                education for the state of Hawaii, an administrative post, and then ran for
                lieutenant  governor  and  lost.  At  the  age  of  fifty,  he  was  suddenly
                unemployed. Soon after the election, my mom suddenly died at the age of
                forty-eight due to her weak heart. My father never recovered from that loss.

                    Once  again,  money  problems  piled  up.  Without  a  job,  he  decided  to
                withdraw  his  retirement  savings,  and  invested  in  a  national  ice-cream
                franchise. He lost all his money.
                    As he grew older my father felt he was left behind by his peers; his life’s

                career was over. Without his job as the head of education, his identity was
                gone. He grew angrier at his rich classmates who had gone into business,
                rather than education as he did. Lashing out, he often said, “I dedicated my
                life to educating the children of Hawaii, and what do I get? Nothing. My

                fat-cat classmates get richer, and what do I get? Nothing.”
                    I will never know why he did not go back to the university to teach. I
                believe it was because he was trying very hard to become rich quickly and
                to make up for lost time. He wound up chasing flakey deals and hanging out

                with fast-talking con men. None of his get-rich-quick ventures succeeded.
                    If not for a few odd jobs and Social Security, he might have had to move
                in with one of the kids. A few months before he died of cancer at the age of
                seventy-two, my father pulled me close to his bedside and apologized for

                not having much to leave his children. Holding his hand, I put my head on
                his hand and we cried together.




                Not Enough Money


                My poor dad had money problems all his life. No matter how much money

                he  made,  his  problem  was  not enough money.  His  inability  to  solve  that
                problem caused him great pain up till he died. Tragically, he felt inadequate,
                both professionally and as a father.
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