Lasting Financial Life Lessons

by SixofNine 6 Replies latest jw friends

  • SixofNine
    SixofNine

    Thought I would share this writer's thoughts with my fellow jwd'rs. He writes about money and investing, but injects some healthy philosophy where appropriate. He's also almost never wrong, so You Know might get some tips on how a sane investment professional thinks. I hope I've learned these, especially the last one. "The friend who won't be helped" is on my mind right now, as a friend slowly dies because he won't take blood, and doctors won't put him on the list for a liver w/o willingness to do so.

    The lasting financial life lessons

    11/10/2002

    By SCOTT BURNS / The Dallas Morning News

    How did this happen?

    The first hint was last June. I noticed, at my 40th college reunion, that all my classmates were old men.

    The truly telling moment was in August. My annual statement arrived from the Social Security Administration. It told me I would be eligible to start collecting retirement benefits of $1,314 a month when I reached 62.

    It seems only yesterday that my main goal, at 17, was to die tragically misunderstood after a short but brilliant life of ravenous excess.

    Today, a day past 62, I smile at a newspaper clipping of my paternal great-grandfather. A violinist and professional photographer in Edinburgh, Scotland, he was remembered with an obituary headlined "Nonagenarian Succumbs." Today I hope to last that long and to be well understood.

    What happens in 45 years? Allow me to introduce My Five Great Moments of Personal Finance.

    Discovering credit. If you can fog a mirror and have held a job however reluctant it may have been the great lenders of America are waiting to give you money. This is a truly great moment. The scent of megalomania is in the air. Want a house? It is yours. Want a car? Sign here. Need a vacation? Take this plastic. Need anything else, anywhere? Open your mailbox. Sign the offer. Getting stoned on credit is the Great American High. There are only two things you can't buy on credit in America: discipline and common sense. Credit is wonderful. But discipline and common sense are more valuable.

    Learning that life always gets more expensive. In my late 20s I thought life would be easy once the kids were beyond diaper service. I was wrong. Decades later, I am still waiting for life to become less expensive. The price of breakfast at the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan is as intimidating today as it was in 1965. Whatever you earn, prices and taxes will rise to the occasion. This is not a complaint. It is the way things are. All of us need to get over it. Breakfast costs less around the corner.

    Learning that you must pay it back. There is a day when all money must be returned. It can be deferred. It can be put off. But it will come. We tend to forget this, often at the urging of our credit card companies, home equity credit line providers, etc. The party that follows the discovery of credit is always followed by the hangover of paying it back. This is not moralizing. It is a reminder about avoiding hangovers.

    Learning the law of unexpected consequences. Planning is one thing. Actual living is another. This doesn't mean we shouldn't plan. It just means the unexpected is inevitable. When Congress voted to allow everyone up to $500,000 of tax-free capital gains in their primary home, they thought they were simplifying taxes for homeowners. In fact, they accidentally reinforced the best investment most Americans ever make, created a bubble and provided the wealth to offset much of a major recession. Other changes weren't so beneficial such as the special accounting Congress allowed thrifts that led to the S&L crisis, or congressional capping of executive compensation that led to the options boom and related disasters. Murphy rules!

    Learning that real problems aren't money problems. Our easy problems involve money. They may be terrifying, but there is always a solution. Our big problems are the ones that can't be solved with money. They are the ones that make us cry in the night and pray for relief. The marriage that doesn't work. The illness that can't be cured. The child who is afflicted. The friend who won't be helped. If you are an adult and still think money problems are real problems, you have led a charmed life. Be grateful.

    Questions of general interest will be answered in future columns. Write Scott Burns, The Dallas Morning News, P.O. Box 655237, Dallas, Texas 75265, or send an e-mail. Check www.scottburns.com.

  • cruzanheart
    cruzanheart

    Good post, Six - I like Scott Burns' columns too. Big Tex and I keep reminding ourselves that the three years we spent building two businesses, only to get into debt and watch them fizzle, were also the three years we spent at home watching our children take their first steps and speak their first words. It was worth every penny just to BE THERE and not hear about it from someone else.

    I hope your friend will come to his senses but, if not, help him make his last days pleasant and you will, in a way, make him live on -- in your memory and the way he touches the lives of others.

    Great talking with you on Saturday night!

    Nina

  • Dutchie
    Dutchie

    Six,

    Thank you for sharing that. I hope that this doesn't sound inappropriately enthusiastic but your post contained some of the best money tips I have yet to read. Especially helpful in making me think was the advice to consider money problems as the least of your troubles because they are usually solvable. Something to really think about and take to heart.

    I intend to print this thread out and post it on my bulletin board.

    Thanks again.

  • teejay
    teejay

    I didn't get it.

  • AGuest
    AGuest

    Hey, Teej... peace to you!

    I "got" it, a long time ago, when I almost lost my son to a 'mystery' disease. Funny, how certain things changes one's "priorties" in life.

    Funny, too, that I was in KMart yesterday, standing in the aisle staring at coffee makers like a deer in headlights (my daughter got married back in August and admired one when we were out together one day - Sigh! We have SO much "stuff" to choose from in this country: black or white coffee maker? Stainless steel? You want a 12 cup one? 10 cup? 4? Should it have automatic shut off? How about the one that can open the bag, take out the beans, grind them up itself, put it in little basket, get its own water, turn itself on... AND pour you a cup... all in, say, less than the time it takes you to run screaming from the kitchen 'cause you KNOW that sucker is po'sessed... or sumthin'!? I say, give me white or wheat, apples or oranges, chocolate or vanilla...)

    Anyway, a clerk came to "count" something in the aisle and he said hello, and so I asked him how he was doing, and... well... he went off on a tirade of sorts (sort of like me, now). Not loud or anything (kind of like me, now)... but sort of quietly offloading (like me... now). Poor man! What was his problem? Did he recently lose a loved one? Nope. Did he have a sick child? Nope. And I know, 'cause I asked him. No, he was lamenting... his JOB!

    Well, golly gee, Beav'! Now, call me stupid, but I just didn't get it: aren't jobs somethings WE choose? I mean, whatever job we happen to have... at least in THIS "fine" country... did we not apply for and interview for our very own selves? Okay, okay... I know... I know... some jobs suck to high heaven. Granted. But... if you CHOSE a job... particularly one in retail... which puts you in direct contact with customers... do you think you ought to be complaining to customers about just how sucky that job is? I mean, to your friends and family is one thing... we ALL do that from time to time... but... customers? (Shelby scratches head in confusion)...

    Anyway... and sorry, I is bored and so on a bit of a tirade m'sef... it constantly amazes me how here in the good old USofA we are constantly sad and depressed... even with jobs... even with homes... even with food! I can't help wondering if the mother of seven kids somewhere in Africa, who's dying of AIDS even while her children are hoping for some "rice broth" for dinner, is concerned with how she's gonna make her VISA bill payment this month, you know? Or if the teenager who's on the street because being molested one more time by mom's boyfriend is a worse Hell is worrying about how they're gonna pay the insurance bill, let alone come up with enough for the car payment itself? Of if the child in Afghanistan who no longer has a mother... or a father... or a leg/eye/arm/home... due to a bomb that had some "bad" man's name on it... wonders whether he'll qualify for a Macy's charge card?

    Do you "get it" now, dear, Teej? Of course, you do. You did all along, didn't you?

    Thanks for letting me "vent", then.

    SJ, somewhat on my own... and then, again, perhaps not...

  • Navigator
    Navigator

    Good post Six! We all need to be reminded from time to time. Thanks AGuest for reminding us of just how much we have to be grateful for.

  • Pathofthorns
    Pathofthorns

    Thanks for sharing that.

    I especially liked the last paragraph.

    Learning that real problems aren't money problems. Our easy problems involve money. They may be terrifying, but there is always a solution. Our big problems are the ones that can't be solved with money. They are the ones that make us cry in the night and pray for relief. The marriage that doesn't work. The illness that can't be cured. The child who is afflicted. The friend who won't be helped. If you are an adult and still think money problems are real problems, you have led a charmed life. Be grateful.

    Path

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