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There was a trader known for one weird habit: no matter what was happening — bull market, crash, Fed announcement — he sold everything at noon on Fridays. No one took him seriously. But he never blew up, never panicked, never took catastrophic losses. One day, I asked him why. He said, “Because I value my weekends more than squeezing out an extra 1%. Peace of mind is the best dividend I’ve ever collected.” He died in his 80s — wealthy, calm, and with a family that adored him. Lesson: The market will take everything if you let it. Set boundaries or lose yourself trying to “beat” something that never sleeps.

During my darkest stretch inside, there was an inmate who made one phone call every Sunday — always the same time, always to the same person. It wasn’t family. It wasn’t friends. It was his wife. She was making tiny investments on his behalf, $25 at a time, based on the notes he slipped her during visits. I asked him why he bothered. He said, “Because walls can hold your body, not your future.” When he got out, he had more saved than most people I knew on the outside. Lesson: You’re not defined by where you are — but by what you keep building despite it. Forward motion is wealth.

Hold onto your set, the end of the year is going to be very exciting!

There was a guy on my trading floor who wore the same jacket for ten years. Elbow ripped, lining shot, pockets barely hanging on. But every Friday, he wrote the biggest checks to his investment account. One day, someone mocked him: “Why don’t you upgrade that jacket?” He replied, “Because my portfolio wears the nicest clothes in the room.” He retired at 52. The guy who mocked him didn’t make it past 40 on the Street. Lesson: Status buys applause. Discipline buys freedom. Choose wisely.