Just Another Roll of the Dice
The Buffalo News ran an article about a woman who gambled away the money raised for her sons fight against cancer. It's a really tragic story as they held a benefit, she took control of the cash, and then she played cards at casinos all across the area.
Evidently she isn't a very good card player.
The outrage is predictable. Letters to the editors explain that she should be put to death. Her son instantly forgave her. I must be getting old because I didn't really buy her story about being scared and lonely and that others in her position just might do the same thing.
She should have stopped it somewhere along the way. Loneliness isn't a valid excuse. Her son was on the verge of death. He needed the money. It was money donated by hardworking people.
Leave your ATM card at home if you can't stop yourself from withdrawing the money your kid needs to fight the disease that might kill him.
Of course, that's the lazy way of attacking the subject. Of course she was wrong. I don't feel much like kicking her at this point. The problem is bigger than that anyway.
I like the slot machines for the escape of it all. I'm also fairly lucky at it. There have been a couple of times where I lost more than I felt comfortable losing, and it made me sick. The real problem is that if you are equipped with the addictive gene, and you don't have the money to fill the emotional hole in your heart, you could be in trouble.
There are more casinos. There are more people embezzling. More fathers blowing their life savings. More robberies. More stealing.
The next spin will make it all right. The next card you turn over will be an ace. The dice will smile on you if you just lift another $200.
The woman had a telling comment when she said that it wasn't about winning or the money. If she won it just meant that she would be in the game longer.
Looking for a place where the world seems right.
When the cops came looking for her she was glad that it was over.
Her son is doing well. He may just have beaten the cancer even though the odds weren't in his favor.
Looks like she finally beat the house.
Evidently she isn't a very good card player.
The outrage is predictable. Letters to the editors explain that she should be put to death. Her son instantly forgave her. I must be getting old because I didn't really buy her story about being scared and lonely and that others in her position just might do the same thing.
She should have stopped it somewhere along the way. Loneliness isn't a valid excuse. Her son was on the verge of death. He needed the money. It was money donated by hardworking people.
Leave your ATM card at home if you can't stop yourself from withdrawing the money your kid needs to fight the disease that might kill him.
Of course, that's the lazy way of attacking the subject. Of course she was wrong. I don't feel much like kicking her at this point. The problem is bigger than that anyway.
I like the slot machines for the escape of it all. I'm also fairly lucky at it. There have been a couple of times where I lost more than I felt comfortable losing, and it made me sick. The real problem is that if you are equipped with the addictive gene, and you don't have the money to fill the emotional hole in your heart, you could be in trouble.
There are more casinos. There are more people embezzling. More fathers blowing their life savings. More robberies. More stealing.
The next spin will make it all right. The next card you turn over will be an ace. The dice will smile on you if you just lift another $200.
The woman had a telling comment when she said that it wasn't about winning or the money. If she won it just meant that she would be in the game longer.
Looking for a place where the world seems right.
When the cops came looking for her she was glad that it was over.
Her son is doing well. He may just have beaten the cancer even though the odds weren't in his favor.
Looks like she finally beat the house.
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