The Good Fight

Fatherhood

The Good Fight

For my friends in the USA there’s a thing over here in the UK called Payment Protection Insurance and as it turns out many banks added this on to their customers accounts without them asking and now they need to pay it back. It’s like getting free money only not as it was yours to begin with you just didn’t know it. I got some of this last year and was told that was all there was so when an outfit calling themselves The PPI Team (boiler room cowboys it turns out) contacted me the beginning of this year saying they could get more I laughed, signed their forms and forgot about it. Well it turns out they did find more money but want a huge, unreasonable and possibly illegal fee for doing so. It’s a nice sum and I could use it but I’ve realized my worrying about it and trying to get justice is a pain in the ass! I was fine last week when I didn’t know about it. Now that I do I’m bothered that it’s bothering me (yeah I know that may not make sense). What’s amazing for me is normally I’d fantasize about what I would buy with the money but now all I can think of is spending it on my son and maybe taking him back stateside to my friends ranch and get him on some horses. Maybe even get him out camping, proper camping where you hike in, set up tents and build fires. It’s because of this I find myself willing to not roll over and take whatever’s offered but rather seek justice and get what’s due so I can see the smile on his face when he catches his first fish from a clear, clean stream in Idaho.

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