Please forward this error screen to host. In 1994, when I was 16 and he was how i help my mother essay, my father George was killed in a car accident in Ukraine.
He’d begun working in Ukraine, where he was born, after Communism fell, something that he didn’t think would ever happen in his lifetime. He considered helping his homeland an honor and an obligation, so after a long career in international banking in the Middle East and Africa, he happily went “home” to set up the country’s first central bank and then stayed to work as a venture capitalist. Back in Boston, there was an early morning knock on the door. I answered instead of my mother, Anita, because it was a Sunday, and I thought that perhaps some friends needed to crash after clubbing. I opened the door to find my father’s boss, stricken and pale.