Originally posted by inandlong
Oh man does this one bring back memories.
I'm 46 now, so half of my life ago all that mattered to me was money. Money, money, money. Had to have it...lots of it. Even before that, when I graduated from high school I wanted to be a doctor because they made a lot of money. Well I discarded that idea because I didn't think...even at 18... that a person should be in medicine for the money.
I avoided college. 'Who needs it? Let's go, I'm ready to be rich now!' Sales jobs, sales jobs, sales jobs. Hated sales. 'If the shoe fits, put it on...I'm not going to shoehorn you in to this thing.'
Money, money, money, gotta have it, and lots of it. Stockbroker! Hey this is cool. What...cold calls - they don't come to you? Maaaan! Ok ok, I'll make the cold calls, but I'm also going to pick the brains of the guys in NY and Chicago and learn what I can about trading. Money, money, money.
But there was always this little voice in my head, or my heart - saying, "when you make a lot of money, if you're not happy, what then?" Hmmm. Well, I guess we'll see when I get there. Money, money, money.
Started to make some money. And a guy in Chicago gave me an idea I used to trade the spoos. Did well. Left the company, bought a seat at the Merc, and traded in the spoo pit. I had arrived. Money was rolling in. But I wasn't happy.
That voice had persisted - "Now what? You're making the money, but it's not making you happy. Now what?"
My world crashed. I was in a bad marriage, leading a bad lifestyle, making bad decisions. Except for the money, I had nothing. 'Gotta fix it.'
Left the marriage, the lifestyle, the trading floor, the money. Went to college to tread water for awhile. Ended up on the pre-med track. 'You know, taking care of sick people seems cool.'
Huh? Who said that? I had always known that I was happiest serving others. Giving, not taking. Yet I had pursued a life of taking. No wonder happiness and fulfilment had escaped me.
Medicine...family practice...helping people. 'The healing starts when they walk through the door.' My office motto. Alas, insurance, HMO's, PPO's, EIEIO's....took the fun of medicine away.
I had received Salvation from the Lord when I was 16, but I never followed Christ. I led my own life. During college, and medicine, I had returned to Christ, and Christian living. Trying to anyway. Trying to serve the Church when called. Serving others. Trying.
Trading has always been my first love. So I'm back. But I am not a money whore.... please excuse the intense language. I trade to provide for my family. I trade to provide for my church. I trade for the freedom it provides me to serve others.
Money is not the end. It is 'a' means to an end, as is the Lord, family, service. Having money means nothing if it is not used in the service of others.