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Things are changing again. Dutch is totally okay, but none of us wants to go
to the hospital again for any reason, whether it’s from overreacting, or
something serious. Our security team has all but insisted that we find a
doctor to come to our house whenever we need it. We will not be advertising
this person’s name, nor any support staff that they’ll find themselves in need
of. I didn’t want to take money away from the charities for ourselves, but I
don’t think we have any choice. We went to the hospital for Dutch in secret,
but we still got caught up in a media frenzy. Now I know why generational
wealthy people have always paid others to do things for them. It’s not because
they’re incapable, but because everything seems to paint a target on their
backs. I never thought that I would become this person, even with all the
money in the world. I believe in the common good. But we’re all still in
danger from the outside world, so if we have to be a little isolated, then
these are the things that I’ll accept. I’ll have security guards operating
down the hallway. I’ll have a medical professional either live here, or come
to work in this house—every day, or however it ends up working. I can’t start
sliding down the slippery slope, though. I have to find ways to stay grounded,
and connected to regular people. I don’t want to become everything I hated
about the richest people in my universe. Sure, there’s plenty they did that
was just despicable and ruthless that I’ll never have to worry about, but it’s
those little lifestyle differences that I’m now realizing are what you really
have to be on the lookout for. Don’t let me become a jerk, please.
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