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Meine Tochter, die Verlorene! Ich gab ihr mein Erbe, doch sie vergisst ihre Wurzeln!

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Meine Tochter ist undankbar! Ich habe ihr mein Unternehmen übergeben, а она hat vergessen, wer sie großgezogen hat!

Ich könnte meine Geschichte nach einem Werk von Friedrich Schiller benennen – „Wilhelm Tell“ (Wilhelm Tell), weil ich in einer ähnlichen misslichen Lage bin.

Wenn ich zurückblicke, sehe ich, dass ich nicht der Einzige bin, der in solch einer Situation feststeckt. Die Geschichte kennt viele Beispiele, in denen Kinder alles auf dem Silbertablett serviert bekommen und die Menschen vergessen, die sie großgezogen haben.

Ich wünsche meiner Tochter nichts Schlechtes. Möge sie ihren eigenen Weg gehen.

Aber ich habe nicht die Absicht, sie weiterhin mit Arbeit und Gewinn zu versorgen, da sie beschlossen hat, dass ich in dem Geschäft, das ich aufgebaut habe, keinen Platz mehr habe.

Ich habe ihr ein bereits laufendes Geschäft anvertraut.
Mein ganzes Leben lang habe ich gearbeitet, aufgebaut und entwickelt. Ich habe klein angefangen und Schritt für Schritt Erfolg gehabt.

Jetzt besitze ich ein Netzwerk von Hotels und mehrere Restaurants. Das ist das Ergebnis vieler Jahre harter Arbeit, schlafloser Nächte, Fehler, Rückschläge und Aufstiege.

Als meine Tochter heranwuchs, beschloss ich, ihr einen Teil des Geschäfts zu übergeben. Sie war klug und ehrgeizig. Ich hoffte, dass sie mein Werk fortführen würde, dass sie das, was ich von Grund auf geschaffen hatte, bewahren und vermehren würde.

Ich übergab ihr eines der Restaurants. Darüber hinaus schenkte ich ihr 30% der Firma.

Ich führte sie ins Geschäft ein.

Ich übergab ihr Kunden, Kontakte und Wissen.

Aber je mehr sie bekam, desto weniger Wert schien es für sie zu haben.

Sie glaubte, dass ich nicht mehr gebraucht werde.
Im Laufe der Zeit änderte sich ihre Haltung mir gegenüber. Sie begann zu denken, sie sei nicht nur die Eigentümerin des Restaurants, sondern auch des gesamten Unternehmens.

Sie mischte sich in die Führung der Hotels ein und traf Entscheidungen ohne mein Wissen.

Es kam soweit, dass sie, wenn ich morgens ins Restaurant kam, um mir eine Tasse Kaffee und etwas vom Buffet zu holen, rief:

— Du isst auf meine Kosten!

Ich war schockiert.

— Wie das auf deine? Habe ich dir nicht dieses Restaurant übergeben? Ist das nicht ein Teil des Geschäfts, das ich über Jahre aufgebaut habe?

Sie wischte nur mit der Hand ab.

— Das ist jetzt mein Restaurant. Ich bin nicht verpflichtet, dich zu ernähren.

Es schien mir, als hörte ich nicht meine Tochter, sondern eine völlig fremde Person.

Sie haben sich mit den Reiseveranstaltern gegen mich verbündet.
Doch das war noch nicht alles.

Sie fand einen gemeinsamen Nenner mit den Reiseveranstaltern und schloss hinter meinem Rücken Geschäfte mit ihnen ab.

Sie war die Einzige, die die Bankdaten kannte, sie erhielt die Zahlungen.

Und ich…

Sie wies mir einige Beträge zu und warf sie mir mit den Worten zu:

— Das müsste reichen.

Reichen?

Mir, der dieses Unternehmen gegründet hat?

Der Jahre, Nerven und Kraft investiert hat?

Ich warf sie aus der Firma.
Als die Saison zu Ende ging, konnte ich nicht länger warten.

Ich berief eine Sitzung ein.

Ich entzogen ihr die Rechte an 30% des Unternehmens.

Ich holte mir die Kontrolle zurück.

Ich warf sie aus dem Geschäft, das ich ihr selbst anvertraut hatte.

Sie dachte, ich würde das nicht tun.

Sie dachte, ich würde es hinnehmen.

Sie hatte sich geirrt.

Sie klagte mich … zweimal!
Daraufhin begann ein wahrer Krieg.

Sie reichte zwei Klagen ein.

In der ersten forderte sie die Hälfte des Unternehmens.

In der zweiten — die Rückgabe der 30%, die ich ihr einmal geschenkt hatte.

Sie verlor beide Prozesse.

Doch anstatt daraus Lehren zu ziehen, beschloss sie, Rache zu nehmen.

Die Tochter erstattete Anzeige gegen ihren eigenen Vater!
Sie machte eine Anzeige gegen mich.

In der Folge wurde eine Steuerprüfung für die letzten fünf Jahre angeordnet.

Ein Jahr lang ließ man mich nicht in Ruhe.

Ein Jahr lang kämpfte ich durch die Ämter, um meine Ehrlichkeit zu beweisen.

Ein Jahr lang sah ich zu, wie meine eigene Tochter versuchte, das Unternehmen zu zerstören, das ihr Erbe sein sollte.

Ich erinnerte mich, wie ich einst ihre kleine Hand in meiner hielt, wie ich ihr das Laufen lernte, wie ich wollte, dass sie alles Beste hatte.

Und jetzt…

Jetzt war sie bereit, mich zu vernichten, nur um mehr zu bekommen.

Dankbarkeit? Fürsorge? Familie? Macht euch nicht lustig!
Wie leicht vergessen Menschen, wo sie herkommen.

Wie schnell vergessen sie, wer ihnen die Chance gegeben hat.

Wie leicht verraten sie die Nächsten.

Meine Tochter hat vergessen, wer sie war.

Sie glaubt, dass sie alles allein erreicht hat.

Na schön…

Jetzt wird sie tatsächlich ihren eigenen Weg gehen.

Ohne meine Unterstützung.

Ohne mein Unternehmen.

Ohne mein Erbe.

Ich verfluche sie nicht.

Aber ich habe nicht die Absicht, ihr weiterhin zu helfen.

Möge sie lernen, wie es ist, ein Leben von Grund auf zu bauen.

Möge sie verstehen, was es bedeutet, nichts zu haben und alles selbst zu erreichen.

Und ich kann lediglich wiederholen:

Bewahre, Herr, den, der plötzlich sieht…

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