Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Las Vegas, there was a man named Daniel Eros, the supposed owner of German Motors, a once-respected automotive repair shop. But in reality, he's just a "spoiled little brat" who went to college for fun, studying irrelevant subjects like taekwondo and swimming.

Darrell Yuen, the original owner of German Motors, should be very concerned about what his son-in-law is doing to elderly and mentally disabled customers. Daniel's business ethics are a disgrace, and his leadership has led to a decline in the shop's reputation.

But wait, there's more! Daniel is a male chauvinist who insulted both my wife and me. He mistakenly assumed that I had paid him $10,000, when in reality, it was my wife who had settled the bill. When I brought up the fact that his employee had promised to reimburse me for towing, the employee had the audacity to look me in the eye and blatantly lie, claiming "I don't remember." It was then that I realized not only do Daniel's employees deceive their customers, but they also deceive Daniel himself. This lack of accountability and integrity is a clear indication of the incompetence of German Motors' staff and that Daniel has lost control.

In conclusion, treating women with respect is a no-brainer for Daniel Eros and other business owners. By maintaining respect and professionalism, they can avoid the pitfalls of negative reviews, blog posts, and potential lawsuits. So, let's hope they learn from this and start treating people with the respect they deserve. After all, it's not biochemistry – just common sense!

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German Motors in Las Vegas has left me and my family feeling utterly disheartened. My mother, an elderly woman, owns a rare classic 1976 Porsche 911 S, and the way they treated her and her prized possession was simply unacceptable.

My mother wanted to get her classic Porsche 911 S back on the road. Initially, her mechanic quoted her a steep price ranging from $5,000 to $8,000, which was far beyond her budget. Determined to find a more affordable solution, she sought quotes from various other mechanics. Eventually, she decided to entrust German Motors with the task, as they offered to fix the car for a more reasonable $1,600.

In February 2023, we were quoted $1,600 to get the car running. However, by May 2023, the cost ballooned to $7,600. While my mother was deciding whether she could afford the repairs, German Motors sent three people to check on her, including a police officer who left his card. This was a very intrusive and alarming experience for her.

My wife stepped in, and we agreed to make monthly payments of $1,000. The car was supposedly ready in December, but they needed an extra week to put in fresh fuel. We picked up the car on December 29, 2023, but it didn't even make it a quarter mile before the engine seized.

We had the car towed back to the shop, and they agreed to pay for the towing, which they still haven't done. On February 23, 2024, we went to pick up the car again, but we were made to wait for an hour. Josh Singer then charged us $39 for fuel and said the car was still not ready.

We haven't heard from German Motors since, and when we contacted some lawyers, we accidentally reached their lawyer. They then called us and said that if we pay them another $2,000, they'll fix the fuel delivery system, which was apparently destroyed by the bad gas they put in it. Josh was very rude to my wife throughout this ordeal.

We're at a loss for how to deal with a company like German Motors. It's a shame that such a reputable brand would treat an elderly woman and her classic car with such disregard. We hope that sharing our experience will help others make informed decisions about where to take their vehicles for service.

In 1999, my life was just beginning. I had a promising career, lots of real estate, and a bright outlook. But in 2001, everything changed when my sister was diagnosed with schizophrenia. My conservative Republican family had little knowledge of mental illness, but we were determined to learn and support her.

My father, a successful businessman, had always taught me to work hard and make money. However, after his passing, he left me with a new task: to care for my sister. This was a challenge I had never faced before, as I had no experience in providing daily care for someone with a mental illness.

To make matters more complicated, my mother, who was supposed to be a nurturing figure, was not loving or caring. She was a gold digger with no interest in raising children or maintaining a household. I realized that my mother had her own mental issues, which made the task of caring for my sister even more daunting.

I knew I had to learn how to care for people, not just do business. I began dating women in search of someone who could teach me how to care for my sister. It was an unconventional approach, but life often presents us with unexpected challenges.

After several failed engagements, I finally found the right partner. She was raised by a military family and had a knack for cleaning and maintaining order. She taught me the importance of discipline and how it can create a sense of safety and security for those we care for.

Over the years, my wife's influence helped me grow and become a better caregiver for my sister. We went from being distant siblings to becoming best friends. My sister now relies on me to cook and cut her food, while my wife keeps her room clean and tidy.

This journey has taught me that life is full of unexpected challenges and that we must be willing to learn and adapt. I am grateful for the lessons I have learned and the love and support of my wife, as we continue to care for my sister and provide her with the best life possible.

And so did his brother. And their news account.

​The reason I cannot stand Andrew is because I was a competitive, selfish, arrogant, self-entitled prick, just like him. And I got in trouble too, not like him but similar. I thought I could get away with anything because I was rich.

Thank God 9/11 changed me.

I loved working. I loved wearing suits. I loved making money. But every time I landed success, I was brought back home.

Today, I spend my time writing while my schizophrenic sister sits in her room. I take care of her daily needs. I not only cook for her but I cut her food so that she can eat it more easily. We clean her room several times daily. She goes for longs walks. She used to get lost and be gone for days. I installed an Apple AirTag in her so now when she leaves we pick up.

For those who don’t know me this is extremely different behavior for me. It too me 10 years to get to where I am with my sister. I avoided her because I was embarrassed of her condition. I’m sure that hurt her feelings. I’m repairing that now.

I’ve been reflecting on the past 20 years. I’ve changed. But looking back I would have done things so differently. But the paradox is if I had done those things the way I’d do it today then I would not have grown into a man who would have done them differently.

I appreciate everything I had at the time. It’s painful that there were so many “lives” that I could have lived but this is the only one that the universe had in store for me; to take care of my mentally disabled sister. Not just pay someone to take care of her, but love her, spend time with her and get to know her. I wish I had felt this way when my Dad got cancer. All I did was work for 3 years to get him money when money didn’t matter. I should have stopped working and spent those 3 years with him. That’s one thing I would have done differently that I cannot change. The pain I experience when I realize that I cannot go back is a result of growth. I care about people today.

The other regret that would have done differently was going back to Aspen for my job as a bartender at the Little Nell in Aspen. I didn’t return for the 2005 season. They called me twice. I would have been the head bartender at a 5-star ski resort serving billionaires in Aspen. I stayed in Oregon. I worked a pool hall. I got an arrested for a DUI. I had to get sober in Oregon. My Dad would be diagnosed with cancer 2 years later in 2007. He died on September 6th, 2011. I wonder what my life would have been like if I had gone back to Aspen and continued partying with the billionaires in Aspen.

The pain I feel when I look back at these choices is the pain of growth.

Most conservatives are Christians, correct?

Christ was very clear about the chances of a wealthy person passing through the gates of Heaven, right?

So why do conservatives preach Christian values while owning a house, an AirBNB, and have more net worth they’ll ever need?

I signed a lease in New York City on September 4th, 2001. A few days later, 9/11. That began this transformation that slowly changed me into the man I am today.

I went to New York as a greedy, selfish and a borderline sociopath. Living blocks from 9/11, I felt the energy of 3000 dead souls passing through my apartment everyday. That changed me. I felt something. I learned that no one dies. I left Manhattan which ended my banking career that I had spent 15 years building.

I left home to make my fortune at age 17. Unlike my wealthy peers,, my Dad never wanted me to have a trust fund or spend my life waiting for an inheritance. He wanted me to be a pioneer, like my grandfather and his father. I cannot confirm this, but I guarantee the first settlers in Oregon did not have a trust fund because a trust fund keeps a man from doing the one the one thing man needs to in life before he dies— grow up.

My father raised me with business knowledge and my grandparents taight me with class and etiquette. My mother, however, did not do any house work or spend anytime raising her children. As a child I just thought she didn’t like me. As an adult, I can see that she’s not very smart. My dad probably didn’t notice that she was not intelligent because my mother didn’t speak English when they first met. They had a translator. As her English got better, I’m sure he must have realized he didn’t marry some sweet soft spoke. Panamanian girl; he married a really dumb person whose only hobby is shopping and gambling. That’s my mom. That’s why I was in a rush to leave home and make my fortune.

I left home at 17 and had a networth of million dollars before I was 30. The problem was that I had no parenting. I had no guidance. I only knew how to make money and how to look and dress appropriately. But the lack of parenting resulted in me not having any real friends. I didn’t drink or do drugs when most 20 something’s social life regolfed around drinking functions. I had money, multiple properties, a sailboat but no real friends or a relationship.

I had one childhood frind that was the son of my parent’s friends who I stayed in contact over the years. He introduced me to his fraternity friends. I loved that. I had never seen men so bonded like brothers. We played sports. We ate good food. We traveled. So I packed up my bags and moved to Seattle and lived on a sailboat while I constricted an after-hour nightclub because my new friends would love it. I had an idea to buy a commercial warehouse and convert it into a live workspace by day and nightclub by night. It was a lot of work just coming up with the idea. But the real work was converting an old warehouse into Seattle’s most talked about underground nightclub. But when you do something you love, it’s not work. And I loved these men.

We had a couple good raves before I got transferred to Manhattan, where I would be alone again. So I asked a girl I had been dating for about a month to move with me. Big mistake. Probably ruined my life. But I allowed her to take advantage me financially because I was so desperate to have a friend. Again, this goes back to bad parenting from my mother. As a side note, instead of friends, I had therapists— for years. I learned that eventually everyone will realize their problems stem from their relationship with their mother.