When Christopher’s parents learned about his dreams of joining a fashion internship, they were dead set against his decision. They tried to persuade him otherwise and eventually kicked him out, not knowing the tables would be turned years later.
Christopher’s mother, beamed as she checked the college acceptance letters that had arrived for her son. Besides Dartmouth and Georgetown, Christopher had also made it to Stanford.
She couldn’t help but call out to her husband excitedly, and the parents rushed upstairs to their son’s room to make the big announcement. “Son! You got into Stanford! You did it!” his mother exclaimed.
“My boy! A Stanford man! I’m so proud of you!” his stoic father smiled as he hugged him tightly.
“Wait, guys!” Christopher tried to interject, but they weren’t listening. He should’ve guessed something was wrong when his parents, who weren’t the most affectionate or emotional people in the world, just barged into his room with smiles.
“Let’s call your grandparents! They’ll be so happy! Oh! And let’s plan a party!” Christopher’s mother went on as she joined her husband and son.
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“Stop, Mom!” Christopher snapped. “Please stop!”
“What’s wrong, son?” his mother frowned, pulling away.
“You’re wrong!” Christopher screamed, pulling away from his father. “I’M NOT GOING TO STANFORD!”
“But son, Stanford is our family legacy. All men have to go there,” his father added while his mother nodded in agreement.
“Guys, stop! Stop acting like I’m not here! I’m not going to Stanford or any of those stupid schools! Alright?”
“Chris!” his mother warned.
“No, Mom, let me speak. I tried to tell you, but you shut me down,” Christopher continued, reaching for the papers on his bed. “This…I’m going to New York. I got a fashion internship.”
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Richard face drained of blood, and his wife’s eyes bulged out in horror. “Fashion?! You must be out of your mind, boy!” h
“Dad, c’mon, you sell clothes! You should understand me!” Christopher tried explaining his dreams to them, but his parents turned a deaf ear to him.
“Well, I don’t make clothes, son! Or worse, design them! I own the business. I’m not going to spend my money on your stupid dream! You just proved we were failures as parents! You gotta leave! You’re worthless to me!” he said and walked away.
Christopher looked at his mother and held her hands. “Mom, it’s my dream. I need your help to convince Dad!” he pleaded with her.
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But his mother pulled her hand away and shook her head. “Our dream for you was Stanford, son. Sorry, but you need to leave this house.”
Those words stung Christopher, and he could hear his mother’s cry from his bedroom. But he was not going to give up on his dreams. So he packed his bags, called his friend Johnny, and left.
Christopher had decided that he would fly to New York with Johnny once he graduated high school. And that’s what he did.
Johnny’s parents took him in after he was kicked out of his home. And a couple of months later, after the boys graduated high school, they flew to New York.
Johnny was attending NYU while working at his uncle’s brokerage firm, and Christopher received a small stipend for his fashion internship but worked nights at a 24-hour market to pay the rest of his bills.
Christopher hadn’t heard from his parents since the day they kicked him out. In fact, they didn’t even come to his graduation or to see him off at the airport.
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Things got tough for him ever since he had left home, and it was only after arriving in New York that he realized the path to his dreams was not going to be all roses.
There was a final project for his internship, a chance to show a small line to big design houses, but the materials and fabrics were costly, and Christopher realized he couldn’t afford his vision. So he called his father to ask for help.
“What do you want?” Richard angrily asked, answering the phone. The man didn’t even bother asking his son how he was doing.
“Hey, Dad,” Christopher said timidly. “I need your help. Actually, there’s a big opportunity coming up for me.”
“On what? To choose different kinds of pink?” his father said sarcastically.
“No, it’s not that,” Christopher explained that he would get a job instantly if they liked his project at the internship, and they would also fund his future education.
But Richard’s tone remained stiff. “So why are you telling me this?” he sneered, and Christopher could imagine his father rolling his eyes.
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“I need some money,” Christopher said, getting to the point. He was embarrassed but didn’t have a choice. “And it won’t be a handout. I’ll pay you back. The thing is, I can’t miss this chance. It might set me up for life.”
“Well, you’re an adult now, and you make your own choices. Deal with it. You should have gone to Stanford,” his father said heartlessly and hung up.
Christopher hadn’t cried months ago when his parents kicked him out, but he couldn’t contain his emotions any longer. He buried his face in the table before him and sobbed so heavily that Johnny came in.
“Hey, man, it’s OK,” he consoled Christopher and grabbed a chair. It took a few minutes for Christopher to calm down and narrate what had just happened.
“Why don’t you borrow some money from me?” Johnny suggested, but Christopher refused. He already owed their flat’s deposit to him.
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“Is there any chance you could take a break? Like when you defer a class?” Johnny suggested. He noticed Christopher looked unsure. “Look, you could ask them, and hey, I have a spot at my uncle’s firm. You could take that job, make enough money, and finish your internship.”
Christopher never wanted to work in an office. He had aspired to become a fashion designer. But then Johnny explained to him that if he performed well at the job, his uncle’s firm would pay for his school.
Christopher was always good with numbers, and the money was tight, so he accepted the offer. “I think that’ll work,” he nodded nervously.
“Cheer up, dude! You’ll be back in fashion in no time,” Johnny encouraged him, and Christopher nodded, telling himself that he would make his own money. He didn’t need his dad’s help.
Ten years later, things changed. Richard couldn’t bring himself to look at the papers piled on his desk. He had to make a decision on whether to file for Chapter 13 or sell his company.
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Richard could try to start over, but he didn’t want another defeat. He failed miserably as a father when Christopher refused to join Stanford to pursue fashion.
“I’m going to toss a coin! Let destiny pick,” the older man thought and nodded, hurling away the papers on his desk in frustration. Right then, his secretary barged into his office.
“Richard, I found something!” she said and placed a document on his desk, pointing her finger at a name in the papers.
Richard’s eyes widened in shock. “Is this…But that’s impossible,” he muttered, reading more. Richard couldn’t believe his son’s name was included in the buyer profiles.
“I made some calls and confirmed it, sir. It might be a sign from the universe,” she said. “He has a stellar reputation. He worked for a brokerage firm and climbed the ladder quicker than most people. He also bought other struggling businesses and expanded in clothes, accessories, and much more. I think it’s worth trying.”
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Richard smiled and even let out a chuckle. His son was a real businessman, not a failed designer surviving on ramen in a dirty studio apartment. He decided he would sell the company to his son.
A few days later, Richard walked into his company’s conference room wearing a wide grin on his face. He confidently shook hands with everyone and smiled at his son.
Christopher sat surrounded by his lawyers. The negotiations had already taken place, and all that was left was signing papers. After that, the company would officially be his.
“Don’t be so serious, son. Your mother is outside. Let’s celebrate after we wrap this up,” Richard told his son, but Christopher didn’t accept the invitation.
His parents had refused to help when he needed it the most. It was Johnny who helped him get the job at the brokerage firm, and Christopher was so good that he quickly climbed to the top. But Christopher couldn’t return to fashion or the internship.
After Johnny moved out, Christopher had to keep working hard to afford living expenses, and his dreams of becoming a fashion designer disappeared. But when a deal with a clothes company came up, he saw a chance and took it.
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The company grew so much that Christopher expanded it. And he also offered scholarships and internship programs to fashion students, healing his past wounds and somewhat fulfilling his dreams.
“Mrs. Pattison,” Christopher called his father’s secretary after signing the papers, ignoring his father. “Richard should leave the building. And yes, this applies to his wife too.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Richard jumped to his feet in anger.
“Please be quick, or I’ll be forced to call security,” he told Mrs. Pattison, looking his father in the eyes. “I have no interest in going to dinner with you two! But yes, I do want to know one thing…Am I worthy enough now?”
Richard’s eyes were red in anger, but he nodded and walked away, escorted by security guards.
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Hollywood Legend Shirley MacLaine Turns 89 – Reveals She’s Slept with Two Prime Ministers
At 89 years old, Shirley MacLaine is showing no signs of slowing down.
Despite her age, the Academy Award-winning actress keeps busy and is often seen enjoying martinis while dining out in Hollywood.
During her seven-decade career, the star of *Steel Magnolias* has experienced a lot. Her life stories are truly unique compared to those of her peers.
Shirley MacLaine has been around for a very long time and has made many great films during her career. Movies like *The Apartment*, *The Trouble with Harry*, *Two Mules for Sister Sara*, and *Guarding Tess* are just a few examples.
Her role in the classic 1989 film *Steel Magnolias* is still talked about today, but in real life, Shirley is very different from the short-tempered character she played, Ouiser Boudreaux.
“Not much bothers me,” she said in 2019.
“I think attitudes are a choice. Anger is a choice, peace is a choice, and sarcasm—which I’m good at—is also a choice.”
According to Shirley MacLaine, her life today is “perfect.” She loves eating and sleeping whenever she wants and spends much of her time at her ranch in New Mexico, surrounded by her beloved rat terriers.
Born on April 24, 1934, Shirley began her successful career on Broadway in New York and captivated audiences worldwide with her role in Alfred Hitchcock’s black comedy *The Trouble with Harry* in 1955.
“He was a lot of fun,” Shirley, then 21, said about Hitchcock.
“I’m glad I wasn’t tall, thin, and mysterious, or I probably would have disliked him.”
With more than 50 films to her name, she is truly one of the giants of Hollywood history. Even in her late 80s, she continues to pursue her passion for acting and recently appeared in the television series *Only Murders in the Building*.
“I’ve stayed in the business and never thought about quitting because I wanted to pay for plane tickets to travel. I didn’t socialize Hollywood style,” Shirley MacLaine explained. “I’d rather travel to a country I hadn’t been to. So when I think about my life, I might put the travels a bit above show business.”
Though she occasionally visits Hollywood, Shirley finds her greatest comfort in nature. Her secret to happiness is not about staying busy, but embracing the wilderness around her New Mexico ranch. Being close to nature gives her strength and energy, even though she enjoys spending time at her house in Malibu as well.
Shirley encourages others to “give it up and learn to connect with nature,” pointing out the benefits of living in harmony with the natural world. What a powerful reminder to take time for ourselves and appreciate the beauty around us!
Shirley MacLaine’s love life has also been a topic of much speculation over the years. She was married to producer and businessman Steve Parker for nearly 30 years, and in 1956, they had a daughter together. Shirley has been open about having other relationships during their marriage, showing how life can be full of complexities.
A few years ago, her daughter, Sachi Parker, made a surprising claim in her memoir. Sachi wrote that Shirley told her Steve wasn’t her real father, but that her biological father was an astronaut named Paul.
Shirley denied this, responding, “It’s a painful moment for me as a mother and as someone who values the truth. I’m shocked and heartbroken that my daughter would say things about me that are almost all fiction. I’ve praised her lovingly and truthfully in my autobiographies. I’ve always wanted the best for her.”
Life has its ups and downs, but Shirley MacLaine’s journey shows that staying true to yourself and appreciating the world around you is the key to lasting happiness. Keep embracing life’s adventures like she does!
Despite Shirley’s denial, Sachi still believes that her biological father is an astronaut named Paul. Because of this, their relationship has reportedly become strained, and they no longer speak to each other.
Shirley has also been open about her unique views on relationships and sexuality. In a 2011 interview with Oprah Winfrey, the 89-year-old talked about her relationship with her ex-husband, Steve Parker. In 2012, Shirley made headlines again when she revealed to the *Daily Mirror* that she had slept with not just one, but two prime ministers in her lifetime.
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