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Stay In The Game | Albert Bridge Capital
Source: Albert Bridge Capital

Stay In The Game | Albert Bridge Capital

This is going to be an uncharacteristic departure for me.  This story is deeply personal, for our family, and for our oldest son in particular.  But it is a story he’s letting me tell, because it is a story he wants people to hear.

My son Max was born in Detroit in 1997, he spent the next summer in Hong Kong when I was interning at Fidelity Investments, and moved to London before he was two when I accepted an offer to work for Fido there full-time.

He was an amazing child, and became an amazing young man.  But he had his demons.  And just before he turned 16 years old, those demons arrived with a vengeance.   I will spare you the details, but for the next three years, he went through a personal hell.  Imagine all the things you don’t want to have happen to your teenager.  They happened to him.  For three years my wife and I would wait on our front stoop until 5:00 am, in the shadow of the Albert Bridge, hoping that he would come home. On those nights that he didn’t, we would call the hospitals, and call the police. And sometimes the police would call us.

We tried all the things that parents try, and we were very lucky that we could afford to try just about everything.  And we did.  But none of it helped.  The change in schools didn’t help. The psychologists didn’t help.  The wilderness therapy didn’t help.  Our closest friends and extended family all waded in too, but nothing helped.

Max didn’t want to be here.  He didn’t feel a sense of belonging anywhere.  His self-esteem was non-existent.  The anxiety was paralyzing.  He often contemplated ending it all, and only the thought of the impact on his three younger siblings prevented him from doing so.

 

Source: Stay In The Game | Albert Bridge Capital

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