I had purposefully not opened my quarterly financial statements for about 9 months cause I knew it wouldn't be pretty and I figured, if I didn't know exactly how bad it was, I could fantasize that maybe my financial adviser was a genius and had sheltered me from the pain. NOT.
The money was gone.
After spending a couple of days wallowing in self pity and focusing on the fact that I was now on the Freedom 95 Program, I decided I needed a diversion. When I got home I said to the kids,
let's have a family night and play a board game and I sent the little guy down stairs to pick whatever game he wanted to play. He brought up Monopoly. I asked him to set up the game and I left the room for a few minutes. As I came back into the room I called the rest of the family to come and play. As we gathered around the table I noticed there was one component of the game missing.
The money was gone.
By their sixtyfifth birthday, 93 percent of people are either dead or dead broke. Fewer men are worth $100 at age 68 than at age 18.
I own 80,000 shares of a stock that is now basically worthless. I figure they are worth less than toilet paper and I might as well start wiping with it. If I get one piece of paper for each of my 80,000 shares and wipe twice a day, 365 days a year, I won't have to buy toilet paper for 109 years. That means I will have some left over to leave for my kids when I die and every time they wipe they can think of me.
I had purposefully not opened my quarterly financial statements for about 9 months cause I knew it wouldn't be pretty and I figured, if I didn't know exactly how bad it was, I could fantasize that maybe my financial adviser was a genius and had sheltered me from the pain. NOT. The money was gone.
