When I was in 1st grade I wanted to be a doctor and then I realized needles and blood made me uneasy. Then later in life I thought I wanted to be a psychologist because I wanted to help people. The unified theme is that I always wanted to help people. Then in college I settled on real estate developer because that was they way I was going to transform disenfranchised communities like the one I grew up in and shrink the economic divide so that people didn’t have to struggle the way I did growing up. I didn’t realize I was poor until I went to a private highschool as the token poor kid in sea of wealthy kids. I knew I didn’t want to live check to check and be a slave to the dollar as an adult. Even with lots of work and success….here I am still a slave to the dollar and not even the owner of the dollar.

If I could be anything…as one of the Beatles said…I would be happy. If money was no issue I would write, have a farm, live off the grid, maybe have a winery, refurbish homes stone by stone for fun, travel around the work, and spend time with my family (well some of them). I wish I had the answers to get closer to my happy.