CT barged in my front door and made a bee-line for my chocolate supply. After getting his fix, I noticed he had a curious glint in his eye. “Have you checked your letter box today?” he nonchalantly asked.
I dutifully loped out of my front door… and… What the HECK was this?
In the driveway was a Porsche 911 Carrera!
Black, with metallic shimmers gleaming in the sun, so gorgeous my heart skipped a beat. It practically oozed testosterone. Optioned up to the whazoo. A real head turner… impossible not to look.
Oh my gosh – CT has bought a new car! I hopped in and he took me for a spin. Such a deep, resonant rumble, like the growl of a wild animal. My head was pushed back onto the headrest as he accelerated. Raw power.
There’s one thing better than achieving your own goals through trading – it’s seeing your friends achieve THEIR goals. I’d been watching over the past few months as CT’s account was flooded with profits. I couldn’t help but admire his cool detachment, even in the face of staggering returns. Professional. Specific. A slave to his trading plan.
Right now though – the man I saw driving his new toy wasn’t detached. He had a huge smile on his face, and his eyes were crazy-excited. I’m so happy that my friend is so happy. A childhood dream earned and then realised. Sublime victory.
I adored watching the dream come to fruition. And he’ll stick with this one… for a while at least. Until the next one.