My great uncle Al invested a small amount in stocks like Bell Telephone and Standard Oil during the Great Depression. Those companies became Exxon, Chevron, AT&T, Verizon. Dividends compounded for decades. He left it all to my grandfather, who passed it to my dad. Inside a few short years it was almost completely gone.
The same week I learned my dad had passed away, I realized that if he had lived a few more years, there would have been nothing left for me to inherit. So I made a vow. I’d right the ship. I’d build a legacy. And I’d make sure that what happened to my family never happened to anyone else I came in contact with, as long as they were willing to listen.
I started at the bottom of Wall Street making cold calls. I got a real estate license at night. I traded my own portfolio. I founded a hedge fund that returned 106% in 2013, with a single month clearing seven figures. I’ve been part of more than 100 masterminds. I’ve started 25 of my own around the world.
Along the way I built rules. I broke them. I lost money. I updated the rules. The most important rule of all: rules are meant to be followed.
This book is the system I wish someone had handed me at 22. Or 32. Or any year before I figured it out the expensive way.