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True love

This is a story about a man finding is 1 true love. It is short on sex, so if that is what you are looking for, the please move on. Comments are welcome, but understand I do not write for a living. here might be a misspelled word here and there and a tense or grammar issue. One True Love My name is Larry. I am a 31 year old single male. I am a day trader. When I was 18 I was a rebel. 20 some odd tattoos later, I turn a lot of people off. I had a tough time of it until I turned 21. My dad offered me a position in the company he owned. I would be researching stocks and helping clients make money. My dad always was in it for the money. My other passion is golf. I have been playing the game since I was 7. By the time I was 25, I was both a very accomplished golfer with a +1 handicap, and a savvy trader. My dad gave me the reigns of some of the top accounts in the company. By the time I turned 29, I was the top grossing rep. I was earning in excess of 1 million in commissions. But all of this was about to change. It was a Thursday. I was on the course with a client when the call came. “Larry, Please come to Methodist Hospital as quickly as you can get there please.” Came the voice from Clara, dad's personal secretary. “What's wrong Clara?” I asked her She started crying uncontrollably on the phone. In between loud wails of grief and the crying she said that dad had collapsed on the floor and was not breathing. The paramedics had taken him to Methodist. I looked over at the group ...

... I was playing with. They were some of my dad's most loyal customers. I spoke to Mike. “Mike, dad just collapsed and is at the hospital. I am sorry, but I need to leave.” I said as my voice broke a bit. “Go, son. Go. Be with your father. He is a great man. We can handle this ok.” Mike replied I rushed from the course and drove the 15 minutes to Methodist, but it was too late. When I arrived, Dr. Jackson, who had treated dad many times over the years, stopped me as I was running down the corridor. “Larry, come her son.” He said “Dr. Jackson, Where is dad?” I asked him “I am sorry, Larry. He did not make it. He had a massive brain aneurysm burst. He died before the hit the floor.” Dr. Jackson said trying to console me. I was in shock. I was trembling and was about to collapse myself. My dad had been my world. My mother, his first and only wife, died giving birth to me. So he was all I knew. He helped me with everything. He allowed me to be crazy, but had enough to say to keep me in line. I was both his greatest fan and his biggest cheering section. I was now absolutely devastated. I was allowed in to see him 1 last time. I cried for an hour. Me. I was 29. He was too young to die. He was barely 51 years old. He had a big company. It just wasn't fair. The next day, I went into the office. I spoke to Clara briefly. She said that my dad had set up for Chuck Davis to take over the company if anything happened to him. I had known that my dad only trusted a few people with the company. ...