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A Dose of Perspective

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The most painful memories offer the truest perspective.

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We often write about the necessity of balance and the ability to maintain perspective as we find our way through the twisted fray. The past few years have offered painful reminders of human fragility and the importance of family, friends and enjoying each day for what it is. For many, these lessons have faded with time and petty differences have once again littered life with unnecessary hardship. It should never take something bad to make us realize how fortunate we truly are.

Last night, while whisking away another night writing columns and studying charts, I stumbled across a column I penned several years ago on Realmoney.com. I am not sharing this to bum you out. Quite the contrary, I offer it as a dose of perspective on a quiet and reflective day.

I, for one, plan on spending some time with my mom this weekend, picking up the phone to call distanced friends and being a bit gentler to myself in general. For if we've learned nothing else, it's that tomorrow is promised to nobody.

May peace be with you.



The Day the World Changed
By Todd Harrison
09/11/2001 08:33 PM EDT

Numbness. Shock. Anger. Sadness.

As I sit here with family and friends, awaiting calls that may never come, I am drawn to my keyboard -- and I'm not quite sure why. Perhaps it's an attempt to somehow release the tremendous sadness that's locked inside me. Maybe I have hopes that sharing my grief will stop these images ... stop the shaking. It's ten hours after the fact, and I still feel the "boom" that shook my trading room. I can still see the bodies falling from the first struck tower, one after another, as we gathered by the window in shock and confusion. I can still hear the screams in my office "Oh my God! Oh my God!, Oh my God!" as the second plane hit ... and the image of that fireball rolling toward us will forever be etched in my mind.

I often write that "this too shall pass," but I will never be the same. Maybe that's a selfish thought, as tens of thousands of people won't have the opportunity to put this behind them. Each time my phone rings and I hear the voice of a friend who I feared was lost, I break into tears. Every time I get a call from someone who "just wanted to make sure" I'm still here, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to share relationships, memories and a past.

I know many of you read this site to make money, but do yourself a favor and surround yourself with loved ones this evening. Some of the wealthiest people I know don't have two dimes to rub together, and a few of them will never see their children, parents or friends again.

More than anything else, I wish I'd kept my date to share a drink with my good friend at Cantor Fitz. I was tired, opting to grab a good night's sleep rather than down a couple of apple martinis with my sage friend. I'm sitting by my phone, brother, waiting for your call.

Drinks are on me.


R.P.
B.M.

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