On this 4th of July, I want to share a story with you about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
The pursuit of happiness actually found me. And it involves the deep satisfaction I’ve been finding just trying to help people.
It all started back in March. I’d decided I’d had enough with the working world. I checked my financials, and believed my wife and I had enough for a comfortable (although not exotic) existence the rest of our days. She was going to work for the next few years anyway, and I had been seeing far too many people I knew encounter serious health problems within days or weeks of them reaching retirement age.
So I called it quits and retired at a relatively young age.
Not too long after, I got a phone call from a young friend. She was frustrated with her job, had been sending out letters and resumes for months and not getting any calls back. Would I be willing to help?...