I do well enough that I could get my family some pretty substantial amounts without creating too much suspicion. I would probably give almost all the money away, anonymously, to worthy causes. However, if my secret ever leaked out, anyone who asked for money would be denied.
Might be a good policy with legal settlements, unexpected inheritances and other windfalls.
These stories of exploitation always interest me. I will probably post this on Twitter. There are really no good guys in this story that I can see, but the biggest bad guys are the probably the relatives. I don’t know this man personally so don’t know his mental state. One thing for the few states who still don’t have lotteries to think about-Do we really want to do this? I know that lotteries are one of the few ways to increase government revenue without taxation a d that’s pretty irresistible but they get into bed with the devil to do it. This guy could have been lots of people I knew in my old inner city neighborhood in Seattle. At certain times of month, they were 3or 4 deep buying lottery tickets at the customer service counter at Safeway.
Lottery horror stories are not uncommon. Read Money for Nothing by Ugel(forget his first name.) He was in something called the”lump sum” industry before states started offering lump sums themselves.
And exploitation stories aren’t unusual either. We had a case at a West Seattle car dealership where a mentally ill guy who had inherited money from his mother was victimized from the very salesmen who had sold him a vehicle( must have gotten his drivers license from the same place Adam Lanza got his). They actually went to his home to rob it. They also got him to sign the vehicle back to one if them while he was in the ER(King co. Psych intake) at Harborview. A social worker there dropped the ball. The most sickening thing to me at the trial was one of the car sales men’s dads sticking up for his son. I hate that. You also know that there had to be people at that dealership—cashiers, bookkeepers, even the guy sweeping the floors, who knew something was funny and could have blown the whistle. Not to mention people like the car dealers wives or girlfriends.
Thes people were all Caucasian, if that matters.