Skip to comments.For the Love of Money
Posted on 01/20/2014 1:48:06 PM PST by Hojczyk
IN my last year on Wall Street my bonus was $3.6 million and I was angry because it wasnt big enough. I was 30 years old, had no children to raise, no debts to pay, no philanthropic goal in mind. I wanted more money for exactly the same reason an alcoholic needs another drink: I was addicted.
IT was a miracle Id made it to Wall Street at all. While I was competitive and ambitious a wrestler at Columbia University I was also a daily drinker and pot smoker and a regular user of cocaine, Ritalin and ecstasy. I had a propensity for self-destruction that had resulted in my getting suspended from Columbia for burglary, arrested twice and fired from an Internet company for fistfighting. I learned about rage from my dad, too.
I was lucky. My experience with drugs and alcohol allowed me to recognize my pursuit of wealth as an addiction. The years of work I did with my counselor helped me heal the parts of myself that felt damaged and inadequate, so that I had enough of a core sense of self to walk away.
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All I heard was a child screaming “waaaaaaaaaah!”.
Sam, sounds me like you’ll always be miserable ... because no matter where you go, you’ll be there.
Oh for Christ’s sake Sam, just go hang yourself and let us get on with our lives.
Pennies from Heaven (1936)