Posted by Edmond Bolbolian on June 27, 2020:

My name is Edmond Bolbolian, Im 49 years old and I worked for Ted in 1987 at the age of 17. Ted had taken out an ad in the Municipal Services Building in So. San Francisco offering good wages for weeding, gardening, and scrap removal at his residence. School was out, I was on summer break and I answered to the ad. I interviewed with him and got the job. Ted was 62 and in advance stages of diabetes, with a partially amputated foot, legally blind but sharp as a tack. He took to me right away and told me if I do well for him, he would help me invest money and show me the ropes in financial responsibility. My chores went from weeding, to putting up shelves (while he taught me sitting on his stool because I didnt know anything at 17), painting, cooking lousy meals for him, bathing him, shaving him, and eventually painting his entire house exterior and eaves under his supervision. He taught me how-to put-up scaffolding and how to paint correctly. I would drive his 1978 Datsun B210 stick shift with him next to me to Treasure Island, San Francisco commissary to buy food. I didnt have a driver license but he didnt care. He was impressed that I knew how to drive a stick shift. He taught me how to talk like and adult, gave me prospective through his infinite wisdom, taught me old school slang no other 17-year-old would know, yelled at me and set me straight when I zoned out and didnt pay attention like a typical teenager. Oh Ted... what I would have done for you if I wasnt such an idiot and if I was the person then that I am today and if I knew better. I stole from you. I took your car for joy rides and got pulled over by the police but you didnt file charges. You gave me a warning and a second chance. I cooked lousy breakfasts for you. My bacon was terrible. Now Im a chef grade cook. I wish I could make a meal for you one more time. I did all these horrible things to a disabled man and took advantage of him. You caught me stealing and told me to never step foot in that house again and thats the last time I saw you. I was 17 and stupid. You passed away the following year and I never got a chance to say Im sorry. Im forever remorseful for what I did to a man who for year, was a role model and a father figure. Im not a religious man and dont believe heaven and hell. The only forgiveness that would matter to me would come from you, and youre not here anymore. If you were, I would fall at your feet, kiss your feet, sobbing with remorse and begging for your forgiveness. I love you. I miss you. I will never forget you. I will forever be ashamed of what I did to you. If any of his family members reads this, please call me so I can apologize for what I did. 909-664-4979

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