Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.
M had retired from the Army. His pension wasn’t adequate enough to support his, and his family life style (the way they were used to living). Over the years he had saved some money. Those were invested in stocks. He decided to cash the stocks. He sold his home, and moved his family to a rented flat.
He invested all the money in a business venture, with a friend. A few months later, the business crashed taking his money down the drain. He was left with nothing.
In the evening, when he was going for his customary walk, his daughter noticed him taking off his watch. He put his cell phone beside it on the side table in the entrance. She called out to her father that he was forgetting his phone. “I don’t need it now,” M replied, and went out.
His family waited for him all night. Filled with worry, they contacted the police. They were asked to come, and identify a man’s body. It was ℳ. He had committed suicide on the railway track.
The note found in his pocket was, “I am done. I can’t take it anymore. Will you forgive me?”
If he had not sunk all his money in his ill fated venture, he would be still alive.
(Today WordPress forgot to send me my daily prompt. 😖)