On his own in Costa Rica, Max had figured out how to get Chica into the US, and convinced someone at American Airlines to let her fly on his lap, because they wouldn\u2019t let dogs fly in the hold due to the heat. Thereafter, he and Chica settled in to their little apartment downtown near the White River canal, and each of them began their new life, together. Max had saved Chica. And Chica had saved Max.<\/p>\n
One afternoon three months later, when Max was walking Chica, she saw something she hadn\u2019t seen in Costa Rica. It was a squirrel, and before Max could stop her, Chica chased that squirrel straight out onto Indiana Avenue. Right in front of a speeding car.<\/p>\n
The car ran over Chica. My son screamed. In that brief moment everything that Max had worked for, everything he had overcome, everything that he was living for, was gone.<\/p>\n
Read it all<\/a>.<\/p>\n This is a special edition blog post. Nothing to do with finance, and everything to do with life, and why you gotta stay in the game. Apologies for how personal it is, but my son and I needed to tell it.https:\/\/t.co\/ioPVi2NLM5<\/a><\/p>\n \u2014 Drew Dickson (@AlbertBridgeCap) June 17, 2019<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n