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06/04/2026

Singer Rihanna nearly went bankrupt after overspending and sued her financial advisor.

The advisor responded: “Was it really necessary to tell her that if you spend money on things, you will end up with the things and not the money?”

You can laugh, and please do. But the answer is, yes, people do need to be told that. When most people say they want to be a millionaire, what they might actually mean is “I’d like to spend a million dollars.” And that is literally the opposite of being a millionaire....

Now let me tell you a story about the Bill Gates get-rich-story.

Luck and risk are siblings. They are both the reality that every outcome in life is guided by forces other than individual effort.

NYU professor Scott Galloway has a related idea that is so important to remember when judging success—both your own and others’: “Nothing is as good or as bad as it seems.”

Gates is staggeringly smart, even more hardworking, and as a teenager had a vision for computers that even most seasoned computer executives couldn’t grasp. He also had a one in a million head start by going to school at Lakeside.

Well, now let me tell you about Gates’ friend Kent Evans. He experienced an equally powerful dose of luck’s close sibling, risk.

Bill Gates and Paul Allen became household names thanks to Microsoft’s success. But back at Lakeside there was a third member of this gang of high-school computer prodigies.

Kent Evans and Bill Gates became best friends in eighth grade. Evans was, by Gates’ own account, the best student in the class.

The two talked “on the phone ridiculous amounts,” Gates recalls in the documentary Inside Bill’s Brain. “I still know Kent’s phone number,” he
says. “525-7851.”

Evans was as skilled with computers as Gates and Allen. Lakeside once struggled to manually put together the school’s class schedule—a maze of complexity to get hundreds of students the classes they need at times that don’t conflict with other courses. The school tasked Bill and Kent—children, by any measure—to build a computer program to solve the problem. It worked.

And unlike Paul Allen, Kent shared Bill’s business mind and endless
ambition. “Kent always had the big briefcase, like a lawyer’s briefcase,” Gates recalls. “We were always scheming about what we’d be doing five or six years in the future. Should we go be CEOs? What kind of impact could you have? Should we go be generals? Should we go be ambassadors?”
Whatever it was, Bill and Kent knew they’d do it together.

After reminiscing on his friendship with Kent, Gates trails off.

“We would have kept working together. I’m sure we would have gone to college together.” Kent could have been a founding partner of Microsoft with Gates and Allen.

But it would never happen. Kent died in a mountaineering accident before he graduated high school.
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©Morgan House ⚜️

26/11/2025

Loaded But Coded

Read a nice story the other day of a young lad who got to stay in a millionaire’s mansion – a relative I assume – and when he went to bed he left the light on.

The millionaire popped his head round the door and told him it was wasting money and he should turn it off.

He even threatened him with a $1 fine. But instead he tossed him a $1 coin and turned the light out himself.

The kid never forgot the incident and is still turning lights off when he goes to bed or leaves a room to this day. And he still doesn’t know why the reverse psychology worked. As he says, he went from a possible $1 fine to a big windfall (it was 1953 when a dollar was a lot).

Wealth is lovely. Having money is great. Getting rich is a worthwhile and enjoyable activity.
Buying the pink Bentley is just plain gross. As is a lot of other things that shout nouveau riche, over-the-top, flaunting, bling. So tacky.
Take lessons in how to handle wealth by all means but do handle it well.

Be frugal. Be careful with your money. Don’t flaunt it.

Be a discreet, tasteful, refined, cultured, less-is-more, more-is-tacky, quiet sort of rich person.

Someone we can all look up to.
Someone who will inspire and not cultivate ridicule – they do laugh at those leopard skin trousers I’m afraid (not that you’ve got any).
Someone who will set a good example to the young, the impressionable, the not so well-off.

We’ve all seen those who come into money too suddenly and flaunt the fact that they have loads and we all think ‘God, how tacky’.
I know we shouldn’t sit in judgement on others but I do find my toes curl at...no, I can’t say in case you’ve got one.

Flaunting it creates envy, jealousy (different from envy), criticism, snobbery, condemnation, censure – and all quite rightly.
Discretion, on the other hand, encourages respect, admiration and emulation.
©Richard Templar

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03/11/2025

A Fool and His Money – How Did They Get Together in the First Place?

Last time I typed ‘Opportunities to make money’ into Google I got over 258,000,000 hits.

That’s not quite as many as ‘sex’ but still a pretty good indicator of what we want.

There are a lot of get-rich-quick schemes in there. Now, believe me, they do work.

What? I hear you cry.

Yes, indeed they do work. But not for you, not for the poor mugs who sign up. They work for the instigators, the beginners, the ones who launch such schemes.

I like what Woody Allen says about a fool and his money – how did they get together in the first place?

When I was a kid I remember reading about a couple of scams that set me thinking about how gullible people are.

The first was a pest killer.
You sent off £5 (it may have been pounds or dollars or whatever) to buy a pest killer guaranteed to kill any household pest including fleas, cockroaches, mice, etc.

What you got back were two small blocks of wood with the instruction to catch and place the pest on block A and then press down block B with great force. I kid you not.

And the perpetrators made a lot of money before they got caught. Might be time to try that one again.

The second scam was someone offering a yard of silk during a silk crisis for a similar small fee (notice how the amount is always small enough to tempt you in) and what you got back was a yard of silk thread – they had never specified the width.

Now you might be thinking you are too clever to be taken in by such obvious hoaxes. Yes?

Well, they aren’t all as obvious and you might not believe the schemes that otherwise very smart people sign up to. There are no get-rich-quick schemes. Repeat after me: There are no__

Just as there are no get-rich-quick schemes, so there are no secrets – so don’t go buying any of them either.

You will be offered loads [of courses].

Once your attention is focused on becoming prosperous, all sorts of offers are going to come at you out of the woodwork. And they’ll all offer to let you in on the secrets only the really rich know.

One of the earliest Rules we had to learn was that only INDUSTRIOUS people can be prosperous.

Can you see why now?

You have to put in a bit of effort to learn how to do it by STUDYING THE WEALTHY [and applying accordingly].

If you think there are shortcuts, like buying get-rich-quick schemes or buying secrets, not only are you going to be disappointed but you’ll be worse off than if you hadn’t invested in such nonsense.

Lazy people not only don’t get rich but they often end up poorer because they look for such shortcuts.
©Richard Templar

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20/10/2025

The Shoeshine Woman

I arrived at the Phoenix airport about 6:30 in the morning.

Having time before my plane left, I looked around to see if there was a place where I could get my shoes shined.

There was hardly anybody in the airport at that time of the morning.

I strolled around. Before long, I found a shoeshine stand. It was open; a woman in her mid to late forties sat in one of the customer chairs, absorbed in a paperback book.

She was dressed in black stretch pants, a black apron and a white shirt. She seemed like a nice, solid person. I walked over to her stand.

The woman greeted me warmly.
She was friendly and happy—not always an easy way to be before the sun comes up, I thought.

She got up, set down her book, first carefully folding over the corner of the page she’d been reading, then took up the tools of her trade and pleasantly ushered me into the chair.

Her stand was located right next to a service door through which a constant stream of maintenance men and janitors came and went. Got to be at work by seven, I guessed.

As they passed by our shoeshine stand, every one of these men stopped and exchanged greetings with the woman. She knew them all by name and they knew hers, too. It was clear they were all friends.

She went to work on my shoes, and we started talking.

Her daughter, she told me, had just won a cheerleading contest. Boy was she proud of her!

The girl was hoping to go to a cheerleading camp in Dallas.

“Tell you the truth,” she confided, her voice dropping a bit, “I don’t know how in the world I’m going to find the money to buy her the uniform and plane ticket, let alone the camp tuition.”

In just the few minutes that I sat with this woman, I learned a good deal about her life—and about her. She loved her family, and for that matter, liked people in general.

She made friends easily and was a natural-born communicator.

It was also clear that she enjoyed her work. And it’s a good thing she does, I thought—because she’d been there, shining shoes in that same spot, for more than five years.

I couldn’t help but wonder what this woman’s life would be like if she had taken a different path five years earlier.

She was well spoken, carried herself well, and was friendly and affable.

With different clothes and a little attention to her hair, she could easily pass for a successful businessperson.

I noticed the book she’d been reading. It was a popular novel, something to pass the time, to survive the stretches of occupational boredom by living vicariously in someone else’s imagined romance.

There was a little heap of them sitting dog-eared by the wall.

What if, instead of spending ten or fifteen minutes here and there, tucked in between customers, sinking into the pages of those forgettable novels, she had spent the last five years reading books that were genuinely life changing?

What if that little stack of books included Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich, Stephen Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, or David Bach’s Smart Women Finish Rich?
Where would she be today?

The shoeshine woman was a hard worker.
Good with people.
She knew how to read and clearly enjoyed doing so.
She was a superb communicator.

She obviously had the talent, personality and basic life skills to accomplish a lot more than just living off tips from shining the shoes of people who could afford to buy their kids new uniforms and tickets to Dallas.

But she was spending her life building other people’s dreams—not her own.

Your income tends to equal the average income of your five best friends, I mused.

What if she had spent time around people with significantly higher incomes than her own?

What if, instead of hanging out only with her colleagues here in the airport, she had cultivated a different group of friends?

What if she’d been associating with powerful people, successful people, mentors, movers, shakers, leaders?

She could easily have done this—she’s a terrific conversationalist. If she had, where would she be today?

I’m not making a value judgment on modest incomes or simple occupations.

There are people who work the humblest of jobs yet live lives rich in relationships and joy, just as there are extremely wealthy people who are also extremely unhappy. And I’m not criticizing popular novels.

But it was clear that this woman was struggling, and as we sat there talking, I’d have bet anything that she wanted more out of life.

It was clear that she wanted to give her daughter the uniform and the Dallas trip, things she couldn’t afford in the life she was living.
And it was clear that it was so much on her mind, she’d confided her worries to a complete stranger within five minutes of meeting him.

She wanted more, it was plain to see. Why didn’t she have it?

She’s industrious, motivated and smart.
She reads. She listens. She’s sharp.

Where would she be today if she’d set foot on a different path a year ago?

Five years ago?

You can bet she wouldn’t be shining my shoes. Managing a chain of shoeshine stands is more like it. Would she be having any trouble sending her daughter to Dallas?

I bet she’d be sponsoring the entire team—and going with them, too!

While this woman with the wonderful personality continued shining my shoes, I was watching her in my mind’s eye, seeing her on a plane to Texas surrounded by giggling, excited, happy teenagers, seeing her being successful in so many different ways, in so many areas, making such a difference in her own life and the lives of so many others, if only ... what? What was missing? Feelings welled up in me, a mix of frustration and sadness. I felt for a moment as if I were going to cry, and I wondered, Why are you so moved by all of this? You’ve seen this before a hundred times—why are you so affected by this one instance?
©Jeff Olson

23/09/2025

A man must take care of the four parts of his being: mind, body, spirit, and emotions.

Those four make up a human being, and so many people just focus on the physical realm of life through their physical body, material goods, and anything tangible they see.

But the truth is, the physical realm is a 'printout' or manifestation of the three invisible realms: mind, spirit, and emotions.
Much like a printer prints out the words that exist inside of a text file or inside of a computer, your physical realm is a printout of your thoughts, emotions, and spirit.

The invisible manifests into the visible.
©Stefan Aarnio

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20/09/2025

Will a man always love his work?

Hell no!

Work is work, it is not play. Play is grounded in feminine energy and is reserved for women, children, girls and little boys.

Play is not reserved for men. In fact, when the ship is sinking, women and children get the lifeboats, not the men.

Nobody promised that work was going to be fun. Work is not dreaming...there is nothing but work and grinding in this life.

And the day you stop filling your PURPOSE with work as a man is the day you become useless, retired, and ready to be tossed from the ship of society into an early grave.

Retirement has never really existed throughout history and cultures. You worked until you were no longer useful or you died, whichever came first.
©Stefan Aarnio

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02/08/2025

What Could Make a Surgeon Commit Such Grave Error Like Opening the Wrong Side of the Patient's Head? [Continued]

When the emergency room staff saw the brain scans of the eighty-six-year old man with the subdural hematoma, they immediately paged the neurosurgeon on duty.

He was in the middle of a routine spinal surgery, but when he got the page, he stepped away from the operating table and looked at images of the elderly man’s head on a computer screen.

The surgeon told his assistant—a nurse practitioner—to go to the emergency room and get the man’s wife to sign a consent form approving surgery. He finished his spinal procedure. A half hour later, the elderly man was wheeled into the same operating theater.

Nurses were rushing around. The unconscious elderly man was placed on the table. A nurse picked up his consent form and medical chart. “Doctor,” the nurse said, looking at the patient’s chart. “The consent form doesn’t say where the hematoma is.”
The nurse leafed through the paperwork. There was no clear indication of which side of his head they were supposed to operate on. Every hospital relies upon paperwork to guide surgeries.

Before any cut is made, a patient or family member is supposed to sign a document approving each procedure and verifying the details. In a chaotic environment, where as many as a dozen doctors and nurses may handle a patient between the ER and the recovery suite, consent forms are the instructions that keep track of what is supposed to occur. No one is supposed to go into surgery without a signed and detailed consent.
“I saw the scans before,” the surgeon said. “It was the right side of the head. If we don’t do this quickly, he’s gonna die.”
“Maybe we should pull up the films again,” the nurse said, moving toward a computer terminal.

For security reasons, the hospital’s computers locked after fifteen minutes of idling. It would take at least a minute for the nurse to log in and load the patient’s brain scans onto the screen. “We don’t have time,” the surgeon said. “They told me he’s crashing. We’ve got to relieve the pressure.”
“What if we find the family?” the nurse asked.
“If that’s what you want, then call the fu***ng ER and find the family! In the meantime, I’m going to save his life.”

The surgeon grabbed the paperwork, scribbled “right” on the consent form, and initialed it. “There,” he said. “We have to operate immediately.”

The nurse had worked at Rhode Island Hospital for a year. He understood the hospital’s culture. This surgeon’s name, the nurse knew, was often scribbled in black on the large whiteboard in the hallway, signaling that nurses should beware. The unwritten rules in this scenario were clear: The surgeon always wins.
The nurse put down the chart and stood aside as the doctor positioned the elderly man’s head in a cradle that provided access to the right side of his skull and shaved and applied antiseptic to his head.

The plan was to open the skull and suction out the blood pooling on top of his brain. The surgeon sliced away a flap of scalp, exposed the skull, and put a drill against the white bone. He began pushing until the bit broke through with a soft pop. He made two more holes and used a saw to cut out a triangular piece of the man’s skull. Underneath was the dura, the translucent sheath surrounding the brain.

“Oh my God,” someone said. There was no hematoma. They were operating on the wrong side of the head. “We need him turned!” the surgeon yelled.
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