Growing up money was stressful…
I remember one time looking at a box of gushers longingly in the checkout line.
It was what all the cool kids brought to school.
My dad saw my look. We made eye contact.
But I didn’t say anything.
I learned early on that I wasn’t allowed to ask for more ever.
I was fed. I was required to be grateful.
But this time my dad kept looking at me with sparkling eyes as I tried to avert my longing gaze.
My dad smiled and plopped the box in the grocery cart. My eyes widened and my stomach flipped as if I was on a roller coaster because I could barely believe my eyes as I stared at the brightly colored box in our cart!
This small purchase spoke so much love to me that even after all these years it still warms me.
Money matters.
I first realized I like having money not when I bought my first Gucci purse and fancy vacation…
For me it was when I offered to buy a friend a plane ticket out of an abusive situation. I also offered my home rent free to her because I could afford it.
It was when a coworker expressed her exhaustion and the stress of not meeting bills. She was also a single mom of 3. I asked her how much she needed to feel comfortable for the next week. $100 was her answer.
The next day I bought her a quirky gift of small trinkets to remind her that life was good and in the bag was a $100 bill. I still remember the weight of her small frame against mine as she cried on me that morning in thankfulness.
It was the time my sister had a friend who wasn’t celebrating her birthday and I heard of it. We got a birthday cake, a banner, and balloons to celebrate her. You should have seen the look on her face!
It was priceless.
For me money has always been about the moments like this.
There are selfless rich people and there are selfless poor people. It’s about your heart, not the amount of money in your bank account.
And this is why I Love helping people make more money. Because I know people like you feel the same way. You value money because it creates movement. It’s a tool you can use for love.
