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I’ll never forget. It was 2 AM on a Saturday. I was asleep and I barely
heard the phone ring and ring and ring. Finally, I picked it up and half-
asleep said, “This is D L.”
I heard a woman’s voice on other end saying,“Dan, this is your
aunt.”
I grumbled,“Uhh,who’s this?”
“This is your aunt.”
“Oh hey. What’s…what’s the occasion? What’s happening?”
“Dan, your father just had a stroke.”
“What!”
“Your father just had a stroke.”
(Although my father and mother are divorced, I love him deeply. We
don’t see each other much since he’s in Hong Kong and I’m in Canada.)
At that moment, it was like every thing stopped. All the memories of
my father and me flooded my mind with waves of flashbacks.
Tears started to fall as I began to cry and panic saying, “Is he okay?
What happened?”
My aunt answered, “We don’t know—he was with his friend and
suddenly he just had a stroke. His friend took him to the hospital and
now he’s in the emergency room. The doctors are performing surgery.
It looks like it’s very serious. He might or might not make it.”
I blurted out,“Oh my God, oh my God, what should I do?”She said,
“I’ll call you rightback.”
I spent the next seven hours pacing the floor, staring at the phone, playing through all the worst-case scenario scenes in my head. Finally,
the phone rang. I knew it was my aunt but I was terrified to answer it.I
took a deep breath and picked up the telephone.
“Dan, your father is okay now, fortunately.The doctor said he is very
lucky that his friend was with him when it happened. If he had arrived
30 minutes later at the hospital, he probably would not have made it.”
I exhaled the deepest sigh of relief my lungs had ever breathed.
Then my aunt said to me, “Well, do you want to fly back and visit your
father? He’ll want to see you.”
And at that point, I was forced to admit ashamedly to my aunt, “I
really want to, but I just can’t afford it. I just don’t have the money.” I
was so broke. I was barely surviving on minimumwage. Worse, I was
deeply in debt.
I wanted to ask them to loan me the thousands ofdollars it would
cost for a plane ticket to Hong Kong. I finally talked to my father, and he said, “Son, don’t worry.I’m okay.You don’t
need to fly back.” He was just saying that to
comfort me. He wanted to see me, I knew it.
And I desperately wanted to see him—yet, I
couldn’t.
At that moment, I became 100%
committed to the decision that I would NEVER
again be a slave to money. Fxxk that! I would
no longer let money control my life or allow it to be the thing that
decides what I can and can’tdo.
Instead, I would make my F.U.Money. I would take control of my
financial situation and make so much damn money that I would never
have to go through this painful experience again.
Some people say money is not that important. Tell that to the family
who’s starving right now, or to the family who needs serious medical
help. They’ll tell you how important money is.
We have been conditioned since childhood to believe that wanting
money is wrong and unethical. Yet the entire world seems to run on
money.
Just look around you at the countries or even cities that lack money.
What do you find at these places? Usually more crime being committed, more people taking advantage of others, more disease, more suffering, more death, and none or very little education.
Money may not be the most important thing in life, but let’s face it:
money is pretty damn important in this day and age.
MONEYISM #9
Change doesn’t come without pain.
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I’ll never forget. It was 2 AM on a Saturday. I was asleep and I barely
heard the phone ring and ring and ring. Finally, I picked it up and half-
asleep said, “This is D L.”
I heard a woman’s voice on other end saying,“Dan, this is your
aunt.”
I grumbled,“Uhh,who’s this?”
“This is your aunt.”
“Oh hey. What’s…what’s the occasion? What’s happening?”
“Dan, your father just had a stroke.”
“What!”
“Your father just had a stroke.”
(Although my father and mother are divorced, I love him deeply. We
don’t see each other much since he’s in Hong Kong and I’m in Canada.)
At that moment, it was like every thing stopped. All the memories of
my father and me flooded my mind with waves of flashbacks.
Tears started to fall as I began to cry and panic saying, “Is he okay?
What happened?”
My aunt answered, “We don’t know—he was with his friend and
suddenly he just had a stroke. His friend took him to the hospital and
now he’s in the emergency room. The doctors are performing surgery.
It looks like it’s very serious. He might or might not make it.”
I blurted out,“Oh my God, oh my God, what should I do?”She said,
“I’ll call you rightback.”
I spent the next seven hours pacing the floor, staring at the phone, playing through all the worst-case scenario scenes in my head. Finally,
the phone rang. I knew it was my aunt but I was terrified to answer it.I
took a deep breath and picked up the telephone.
“Dan, your father is okay now, fortunately.The doctor said he is very
lucky that his friend was with him when it happened. If he had arrived
30 minutes later at the hospital, he probably would not have made it.”
I exhaled the deepest sigh of relief my lungs had ever breathed.
Then my aunt said to me, “Well, do you want to fly back and visit your
father? He’ll want to see you.”
And at that point, I was forced to admit ashamedly to my aunt, “I
really want to, but I just can’t afford it. I just don’t have the money.” I
was so broke. I was barely surviving on minimumwage. Worse, I was
deeply in debt.
I wanted to ask them to loan me the thousands ofdollars it would
cost for a plane ticket to Hong Kong. I finally talked to my father, and he said, “Son, don’t worry.I’m okay.You don’t
need to fly back.” He was just saying that to
comfort me. He wanted to see me, I knew it.
And I desperately wanted to see him—yet, I
couldn’t.
At that moment, I became 100%
committed to the decision that I would NEVER
again be a slave to money. Fxxk that! I would
no longer let money control my life or allow it to be the thing that
decides what I can and can’tdo.
Instead, I would make my F.U.Money. I would take control of my
financial situation and make so much damn money that I would never
have to go through this painful experience again.
Some people say money is not that important. Tell that to the family
who’s starving right now, or to the family who needs serious medical
help. They’ll tell you how important money is.
We have been conditioned since childhood to believe that wanting
money is wrong and unethical. Yet the entire world seems to run on
money.
Just look around you at the countries or even cities that lack money.
What do you find at these places? Usually more crime being committed, more people taking advantage of others, more disease, more suffering, more death, and none or very little education.
Money may not be the most important thing in life, but let’s face it:
money is pretty damn important in this day and age.
MONEYISM #9
Change doesn’t come without pain.
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