10 People Who Won the Lottery....Then Lost It All

[IceHogsFan]

The person who is starting the ECHL franchise at the Sears Centre this fall (Chicago Express) is a former Lotto winner.

 

[mikita's helmet]

That's a no brainer for me. I have only a few passions in life and I don't like people enough to want to spend a lot of time with them living it up.



1) Bye bye job. I hate when people continue to work when they win a big lottery. Those jobs could be used by others. If you need to keep busy go do volunteer work...they always need helping hands. I guess if you are a business owner or want to becomes one that is a different story.



2) Family gets a chunk. I don't have a big family so it's not going to suck up the bank and no one in my family are the types to go all ape shit or raise a fuss about wanting more and more money.



3) Charity donations. Would have to narrow it down to ones that I feel passionate about.



4) Buy a nice studio somewhere to paint my ass off.



5) Open a Gallery for artists



6) Buy a modest place in Chicago for the hockey seasons and season tickets. Also would throw a lot of Hawk get togethers. Guess I would have to buy a place here too as there is no place I would rather be in the summers. And a lake side property somewhere..modest though...very modest..I don't like big homes.



7) Some nice trips to the country sides and some secluded beaches and some car road trips with friends. None of that resort shit though I don't like being pampered and I don't think that would ever change.



8) Start a scholarship and a few other things like that.



9) Get myself the best doctor and specialists for my soft tissue syndrome and I would probably donate a lot to research on it.



Of course I would have to hire an accountant, lawyer and all that other realistic stuff. But I honestly would not be one to flaunt it and I am not even sure if I would know how too. I don't have a thing for cars or big homes or fine wines..I barely drink and I am not a full on party type. I don't think that would change either.



The big thing is having to disappear out of the public eye for a while after you win and keeping it on the low. What usually kills people are all the solicitors and greedy friends and new "friends".

You really need to give this more thought, TCD, ya pamper-puss, you.

 

[klemmer]

I'd open a rink, provide equipment for underprivileged youth and let players play for free

 

[IceHogsFan]

I'd open a rink, provide equipment for underprivileged youth and let players play for free

And that is exactly Klem would do, I am certain of it.



We need more Klem's in the world today.

 

[Kerfuffle]

The hardest part I'm sure would be learning to say 'no' to all the people either asking for money or those you want to help. I take it hard when I hear of a young child dying tragically. I had a buddy who was killed riding his bicycle, and another whose young son was run over by a car. You want to step in and take care of their whole family, put the kids through college, pay off their mortgage, etc. But at what point do you stop and how do you determine who is 'worthy' of your generosity that you say yes to and who is not that you say no too. I can see struggling with a lot of that internally. I'm sure other winners have had that and many who have lost it all have done so cause they just couldn't stop helping others.

 

[Tater]

You really need to give this more thought, TCD, ya pamper-puss, you.

LMAO

 

[TSD]

This is a little off topic, but can you pinpoint a time when your brother changed and started on a downward spiral? I have found that most people develop those problems and addictions after suffering some sort of trauma in their lives.

Hes been fucked in the head since we were friggin toddlers. When I was 8 and he was 11, our parents bought a new car. he said "Guess what mom and dad got?" I said "A new car". For guessing correctly, my dear brother treated me to the beating of a life time and left me an unconscious bloody mess on the kitchen floor and denied and never admitted being responsible for it, to this day he will say he has no idea how i ended up like that, and claims I am lying, I must have just kicked my own ass, thats pretty impressive.



Hes been seeing councilors, shrinks and has even gone to special schools since he was in jr. high. My brother is an adept liar I think it more has to do with his ability to actual convince himself hes telling the truth. Most of these places sent him home, and blamed my parents parenting. My dad said "**** this" when I was 10 and my brother was 13 (he was already smoking and an alcoholic by this point) and daddy became a rolling stone and rolled away one day and never came home.



My mom got remarried to the man who actually is a real dad to me, they are divorced now as well (guess who the straw that broke the camels back for that was? yep my dear toolbox brother) but I still see him all the time and hes still a dad to me despite this. All my brother can do is blame others for the way he is, and he believes it. If anything I was neglected growing up because they had to put so much effort into him, my brother liked to play guitar, when he was 19 (yes repeating his senior year of highschool) he simply didnt get an F on one report card (it was still mostly D's) and my mom and dad (dad at this point is the one who adopted me) went out and bought him an 800 dollar guitar to reward him for not getting a fucking F.



I was always on the honor roll since elementary school, and got damn near strait A's throughout highschool, what did I get for good report cards? "Good Job!". Basically when it got to the point, my brother was now an adult, they couldnt control him, the stealing, the lies, the violence, the run ins with the law. It was join the military or live on the street. he joined the marines, but washed out shortly thereafter, what a surprise.



When my dad refused to let him come live at home, this back and fourth over my brother is what led to their divorce a few years later. My grandparents let my brother live with them, and refused to see my dad, because they thought he was a horrible person who was causing my brother to lash out. So good ol bro started stealing from them, cleaning out their liquor, pawning my grandmas jewlery stealing credit cards.



When my grandfather finally had enough and confronted my brother, at this point I was about 22, a lean mean fightin machine 2 years in the army. So my bro decides hes gonna tell gramps how its gonna be around the house there and choke slams my 70 sumthin year old grandpa. My grandma calls my house crying, fortunately it was summer during the day and i was home, I tell her to call the cops(she didnt) and I drive over. My shirtless whiskey tango brother standing in the driveway, awaiting my arrival so he can finally have the apparent showdown with me he wants.



Now, the days of him being my "big brother" at this point are long gone, I was 6'0 215 in the best shape of my life, my brother then and since is 5'9 buck 50 on a good day. I think even in his drunken haze, he realized this was a battle he could not win. So he just kept ranting and raving at me telling me "how good" i had it my whole life and how everyone always tried to keep him down. He was ranting something about my car really being his (theres a backstory there but that is hardly the case) so I threw my keys at him and said take it, in the hopes hed go drive it off a cliff and die. Anyway the cops eventually got called by neighbors, he resisted arrest and got curb stomped by the police.



My brother has done this to every family member who thought we were just bad people, and let him live with them, then they realize wtf hes insane, and kick him out usually by calling the authorities. Which is why he now lives on the street. My mom still lets him come over for meals occationally. He hasnt been allowed at family gatherings for thanksgiving/christmas and such since 2005, mainly because hes threatened to kill all my cousins mothers and fathers at some point as he did his own and most of my cousins are just as likely to smash his face in with a brick as I am.



He manages to continue impregnating dumb bitches who think they can change some homeless vagrant (not that they are winners themselves) The last one my brother knocked up, when my mom first met her she told her, if you know whats good for you, get as far away from him as possible. What happened? My brother ended up beating the shit out of her when she was 7 months pregnant.



Theres alot more than just this, this was the cliffnotes. So to anyone who says "he is your brother afterall", blood relation is pretty meaningless to me, a piece of shit is a piece of shit, related to me or not.



Sorry for the wall of text, but I was asked.

 

[Kerfuffle]

Sounds clearly like he had/has a mental illness and should have been medicated. This is more than bipolar - it sorta sounds like paranoid schizophrenia. Also you have to wonder if something tragic happened to him to trigger this that no one is aware of.

 

[TSD]

Sounds clearly like he had/has a mental illness and should have been medicated. This is more than bipolar - it sorta sounds like paranoid schizophrenia. Also you have to wonder if something tragic happened to him to trigger this that no one is aware of.

Tell that to the phd's who sent him home saying nothing was wrong with him, because my brother told them there was nothing wrong with him. and he would act like a saint in front of them, and when he went to a "special" highschool for 2 years. Believe me, my parents probably spent 200 grand on him trying to get him help.



Nothing anymore tragic happened to him than me. Maybe he had a better rapport with our "biological father". Shortly before pops took of I was riding with him and my brother in his truck, my brother opened the passenger door and tried to push me out. (he was only going about 20 mph the the neighborhood) but my dear old dad didnt stop the truck, I was hanging on the door with my shoes dragging across the pavement until i pulled myself back in, he was yelling at me to quit fucking around and get back in the truck.



Trust me if anyone suffered trauma before that stupid **** of a sperm donor did me a favor and got the **** out, him and my brother were like peas in a pod, they both would always antagonize me. Thats probably why my brother still worships him, a guy who wont do shit for him, but treats a mother like shit who would still do anything for him despite the fact he treats her like garbage.



Maybe it was his influence that made my brother how he is, and the fact I was a target that didnt make me that way, i dont know, but I dont care.



Apparently, according through what I hear through the grapevine (my aunt and biological daddies sister are good friends) hes interested in getting back in our lives. If that **** ever came near me Id lay his ass out, his worst mistake in his life would ever be showing his face to me again.



I nearly boil over with rage thinking about it, and I already have a bad habit of fantasizing about the beating I would lay on him if i ever saw him again.





Although this probably all belongs on the IHN psychiatric couch.

 

[Kerfuffle]

If you won the lotto you can bet that both dad #1 and brother would be at your door in a heartbeat. Lotto winners usually say that ex-girlfriends, parents who left them, and other deadbeats are right there with their hand out from day one. I think I would take dad up on his offer to meet - not to beat him up like you want to do but rather to ask him one question - 'why did you leave?' and to tell him how much it hurt and that he will never be forgiven. Then you can hit him.



My wife's cousin did that recently too. Had 4 adopted kids with his wife - 3 of them turned out to have major mental issues so he bolted and left them all - didn't want a 'defective family' as he called it.



btw - I tied it all back to the lotto discussion so we're technically still on topic here.

 

[bri]

Tell that to the phd's who sent him home saying nothing was wrong with him, because my brother told them there was nothing wrong with him. and he would act like a saint in front of them, and when he went to a "special" highschool for 2 years. Believe me, my parents probably spent 200 grand on him trying to get him help.



Nothing anymore tragic happened to him than me. Maybe he had a better rapport with our "biological father". Shortly before pops took of I was riding with him and my brother in his truck, my brother opened the passenger door and tried to push me out. (he was only going about 20 mph the the neighborhood) but my dear old dad didnt stop the truck, I was hanging on the door with my shoes dragging across the pavement until i pulled myself back in, he was yelling at me to quit fucking around and get back in the truck.



Trust me if anyone suffered trauma before that stupid **** of a sperm donor did me a favor and got the **** out, him and my brother were like peas in a pod, they both would always antagonize me. Thats probably why my brother still worships him, a guy who wont do shit for him, but treats a mother like shit who would still do anything for him despite the fact he treats her like garbage.



Maybe it was his influence that made my brother how he is, and the fact I was a target that didnt make me that way, i dont know, but I dont care.



Apparently, according through what I hear through the grapevine (my aunt and biological daddies sister are good friends) hes interested in getting back in our lives. If that **** ever came near me Id lay his ass out, his worst mistake in his life would ever be showing his face to me again.



I nearly boil over with rage thinking about it, and I already have a bad habit of fantasizing about the beating I would lay on him if i ever saw him again.

I was not judging you. I didn't think anyone could be more dysfunctional than my dad's side of the family, but you might have them beat. I completely understand how someone can turn love into hate. Some people truly are beyond help. It is amazing that you came out of the situation so strong and level headed. I guess the only good thing he did was serve as the perfect example of what you'd never want to become which kept you on the right path. You should be proud that you were able to rise above it all. I hope his kids are shielded from his bad behavior.

 

[TSD]

I was not judging you. I didn't think anyone could be more dysfunctional than my dad's side of the family, but you might have them beat. I completely understand how someone can turn love into hate. Some people truly are beyond help. It is amazing that you came out of the situation so strong and level headed. I guess the only good thing he did was serve as the perfect example of what you'd never want to become which kept you on the right path. You should be proud that you were able to rise above it all. I hope his kids are shielded from his bad behavior.

To a point, Im well aware I probably have issues rooted in my experiences growing up. Like im sure I will never get married. I just cant do it. That and i will never willfully have children. Dont get me wrong, if I had a kid im pretty sure I would make a great dad, but if I did it would be on accident, I do have a fear I would fail my children. My ex wanted me to see a psychiatrist on that, I mean thats why she broke up with me. I just cant see a psychiatrist "fixing" that aspect of me. I talk about this shit all the time, how is talking to someone with a phd going to change anything, I even acknowledge experiences in my life are very likely the root of my issues with these things, paying some asshat money wont change me.

 

[bri]

To a point, Im well aware I probably have issues rooted in my experiences growing up. Like im sure I will never get married. I just cant do it. That and i will never willfully have children. Dont get me wrong, if I had a kid im pretty sure I would make a great dad, but if I did it would be on accident, I do have a fear I would fail my children. My ex wanted me to see a psychiatrist on that, I mean thats why she broke up with me. I just cant see a psychiatrist "fixing" that aspect of me. I talk about this shit all the time, how is talking to someone with a phd going to change anything, I even acknowledge experiences in my life are very likely the root of my issues with these things, paying some asshat money wont change me.

Then take your lottery ticket and built up anger to the couch thread if you feel it would help you to spill some more. We all have our own demons that life has cursed us with. We are a product of our life experiences. You always make me cry when you talk about the things you experienced as a child.