Billionaire Flawed 1(170)

“I know child,” her mother said with affection. She put her hand on Mary’s cheek. But I don’t want your life to suffer because of the accident with your father. I want you to live your life, to be free. He would want that for you. I have a blessed home here. God has his hand in all of this, you will see.”

Mary helped her mother diligently. She loved her mother with all of her heart, and didn’t like to see her sad. But mama spent many hours every day in mourning. It broke Mary’s heart.







“This is not going to work out between us,” John told his now ex girlfriend, Jessica. “We are just two different people. I met you when I was young and rebellious, but I can’t keep living this lifestyle. It is unfilling and going nowhere. I’m sorry, it’s over.”

Jessica had cried, and begged for him to come back. But John knew he had to move on. He had been able to find a good job in the world of the englishers and amassed a good fortune. But it left him empty and with no direction in life. After breaking up with his girlfriend, he went to the local bar to think about his life.

“Dude, you have it all, money and freedom, girls. I don’t know what you are complaining about,” said his friend Jake. John had known him for eight years now, ever since he had left the Amish community of his youth. He had been a good friend.

“It’s not that I don’t know I should be happy, it’s just that I’m not,” replied John. “Look around, Jake. See that table over there, with the group of girls. Right now they are evaluating you, me, and every other guy that walks in here. I’ve been watching them. They compete over who can get the best guy. That’s who Jessica was when I met her, and still is.”

“So then get another girl,” replied Jake. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. Like you said look around, girls everywhere.”

“Maybe there are girls out there that aren’t so superficial, just looking to compete for the best guy with the best job and the fastest car. But they aren’t here. This city, this life, there is something in the air that I can’t breathe. I don’t know.” John shook his head in frustration.

“So what are you saying?” Asked Jake. He looked puzzled, for he rather enjoyed the rat race and the chasing after girls.

“I grew up different than this, Jake. I don’t think that you would understand. Ever since I left I always felt alien, like I was living a lie. Sure it was fun at times, but never fulfilling. There has to be more to life than this right. I mean, you get a good job, you get money and nice things. The pretty girls are easy to get when you have all that. But what’s next. Isn’t there more?”

“Right now you seem very ungrateful, man.” Jake was getting angry at his friend. “I think that you should be grateful for the superficial women that you get. They are more than what most guys get. I don’t get you man.”

John closed his eyes. He imagined things being different. But his imaginations turned into memories. Memories of his youth, of singing songs in church, of playing outside with his friends, of doing chores until his whole body ached. He slept like a baby then. His mother used to tuck him into bed and tell him stories of a God who loved him. He smiled ever so slightly.

“Here you go in your little dream world again,” said Jake. “What you need is to find another girl. That will get you out of your funk.”

John snapped back. “I don’t need another girl, he said. I need another life.” John walked out of the bar. It was cold out. He looked up and could see the clouds moving out of the way, revealing the stars. They were beautiful, but he remembered seeing them as a kid, even as a teenager, and thinking they looked so much better back then.

He continued to walk the night alone. John felt like a man against the world, by himself in a city full of millions. He knew he didn’t fit in, that there was nothing left for him. More than anything he desired belonging, a community. But he didn’t know if the belonging he desired was in front of him or behind. John hailed a cab.

When John told the cab driver where he was going, he got a strange look. Apparently he didn’t take too many people to the Amish community outside the city. “What business do you have in Amish country,” asked the cab driver.

“It’s where I belong,” said John. He thought it strange how easy it is say things to a stranger that you would never stay to someone you knew. “I grew up there, but one the eve of my 21st birthday I left to set out on my own. But now I feel something pulling me back, I don’t know what it is.”

“Are you a religious man?” Asked the cab driver.