The day I became the worst childhood friend ever.

Once upon a time (an awful story about me)

Let me tell you an awful story about me.

This is about the day when I was the worst childhood friend ever.

Sean came over to play, and he brought his remote-controlled car.

Its name was “The Hornet”.

The day I became the worst childhood friend ever.
The day I became the worst childhood friend ever.

Anyway, it was my turn to drive.

Sean wasn’t looking.

I drove his Hornet into the street and it got…

Just annihilated by a (non-remote-controlled) black pickup truck.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Moral of the story: Don’t give other people control over your material valuables.

I don’t need to tell you stories about market failures, downsizing, mergers, intra-company scams, glass ceilings, or pay decreases.

You know the way of the world.

There is a significant sense of dignity in putting your eggs in your own basket and knowing that the money you make is yours, is safe, is consistent, and has unlimited potential to grow.

Again, try putting your eggs in your own basket.

We can help get you started.

Best,

Tom Kerasias

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