The poorest rich kids in the world...

[Ikhide]

"The black Chevy Tahoe picked up speed as it careened down the curving Wyoming mountain road, the two frightened children inside clutching their seats, certain that they wouldn't make it alive to the school bus at the bottom of the hill. It was only 7:30 in the morning, but their stepmother at the wheel already had liquor on her breath. The kids had seen her this way before; two years earlier they'd been in the car when she was pulled over for a DUI. This morning, she seemed even more wasted.

 

"Slow down! Please! Please!" 12-year-old Georgia begged from the passenger seat. In the back, her twin brother, Patterson, sat frozen in horror.

"Shut the fuck up!" their stepmother, Daralee Inman, snarled. Her right hand shot out to smack Georgia's face, while her left clutched a glass filled with Trix cereal, leaving no hands on the steering wheel. Pine trees whizzed by to their right, a cliff to their left. "Did I ever get you into a motherfucking wreck?" Daralee demanded, as faster and faster they descended the steep road that served as the family's half-mile-long driveway. "Did I ever get you into a motherfucking wreck?"

 

The kids reached for their seat belts, too late, as the Tahoe hit a bump, tipped toward the cliff – "God take my soul! Forgive me all my sins!" Georgia cried out – and then veered left and slammed into a tree. The exploding air bags felt like a punch, the windshield like cement. The twins struggled free of the car. Dazed, they began limping back up the mountainside, their stepmother staggering close behind."

Read more: http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/news/the-poorest-rich-kids-in-the-world-20130812#ixzz2cLqiKCpa

 

Heartbreaking!

 

- Ikhide

 

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[La Vonda R. Staples]

I read the whole thing and posted it on every social media I use.  People close to me, my children, they always think that money solves all problems.  They never see my love, our love, as something others would envy or endeavour to obtain.  It's one of those things that you do not know is there until it isn't.  I felt so sorry for the twins.  I can't imagine how they will ever be normal until they seek refuse in a force that isn't of this world.  

Money is a curse for them.  How much did their father have to use, abuse, to take a billion dollar trust and reduce it to sixty million?  

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La Vonda R. Staples, Writer

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