"When you give to the needy do not announce it with trumpets as the hypocrites do"

I am only going to say the following once. Just once. I will not repeat myself, and I will not visit this subject after this entry.

I am the man, who is sitting on a winning lottery ticket. And it is no one's business but my own.  Yes, I could have made thousands in the Cocoa market today, on what was a very accurate call.  And yes, I made a very deliberate choice not to.  I made the decision to be elsewhere this morning.

As we have been quoting the movie “Good Will Hunting” lately here at the Davian Letter, allow me to introduce a quote of my own …

Will: I don't care if Helen of Troy walks in the room, that's Game 6!

Sean: Oh, Helen of Troy...

Will: Oh my God; and who are these F*&^@' friends of yours, they let you get away with that?

Sean: Oh... they had to.

Will: W-w-w-what'd you say to them?

Sean: I just slid my ticket across the table, and I said, "Sorry, guys; I gotta see about a girl."

Will: I gotta go see about a girl?

Sean: Yeah.

Will: That's what you said? And they let you get away with that?

Sean: Oh, yeah. They saw in my eyes that I meant it.

Will: You're kiddin' me.

Sean: No, I'm not kiddin' you, Will. That's why I'm not talkin' right now about some girl I saw at a bar twenty years ago and how I always regretted not going over and talking to her. I don't regret the 18 years I was married to Nancy. I don't regret the six years I had to give up counseling when she got sick.

And I don't regret the last years when she got really sick.

And I sure as hell don't regret missin' the damn game.

Recently a comment was to me, both about my chosen profession, my income level, as well as the personal choices that I have made as to how best lead my family with the above factors in mind.. Since these individuals saw for themselves what I do for a living, in was obvious to them that I need to buy a better car to show the prestige of what I had gained for myself. It was obvious to them that I need to make decisions other than the decisions that I have made. Comments were made by some as to the the car I drive, the home that I rent, and the way I choose to spend my time.  There were even comments made as to how I personally decide to invest my money.  Which I find ironic given my very public statements over the course of the last two years.

Let me give you a little word of advice, given by a man who doesn't ever like to offer advice.

Don't do that. Not ever.

See … about 75 years ago, a man once made that mistake with my grandfather. For the sake of this actual happenstance, we'll call this man “Doral”, as this name rhymes with the mistake he made. Doral believed he knew best, how to help my grandfather. The government informed 'Doral', that my grandfather was the sole provider for 11 children and a wife. The government informed this man, that obviously, since the country was in the middle of a depression, this must mean that my grandfather was in need of the “Dole” (or welfare of the time). So he approached my grandfather, with the offer of this government assistance. My grandfather asked him to wait for just a moment.

A few seconds later, my grandfather returned with the families shotgun in his hands. My grandmother said it was the only time she saw him take the gun out, for any reason other than to hunt. “Doral” was very emphatically informed to remove himself off of the property.  Yes, I do understand that in today's day and age, that is a rather extreme example.  But I say this to illustrate that ... where I come from, a man provides for his own. It is his own dang business as to how he does it, and living with the consequences of the decisions that he makes. Because only he understands the intimate details of his own life, and that of his family. And it is an insult, where I come from, to state that you know better than the head of the household.  I think this is perhaps why some have mistaken me for an individualist.  Regardless ... where I come from, an insult to the head of a family can be met with equal resistance in the strongest of terms.

I am the man, who is sitting on a winning lottery ticket. Yes, at any moment, I could start a fund. I have all of the talent. I've more than proven that publicly for the last two years. However, I was taught not to “blow your horn, or trumpet ... ahead of you”. I think some people could learn the value of the humility of that lesson, after they've had a good week in the markets. Regardless, if you must know why I am not living the life that others feel that I should be leading?

I have instead decided to go see about a girl …

When I was 16 years old, I lost someone who was a little brother to me. I never got to tell him that I loved him. I never had the opportunity to say how much his friendship meant to me. My last words to him were “I'll see ya around”. And I've promised myself since that time, that I will do my best, to help others.

So don't talk to me about the car I drive. Don't talk to me about how I choose to live, or the personal decisions I make. Remember that I do what I do so that I can engage in my volunteer efforts. Places like my daily blog, and the Davian Letter, are what I would consider places of business. I make money from them. I will in no way speak extensively about my volunteer efforts, in a venue in which I make money.  I was also taught since the time that I was a child that to try to combine volunteer efforts, with money making endevours, is extremely immoral. Suffice to say, that I am the man that people call when their daughter is in the hospital as she just slit her wrists after writing a suicide note.

When I choose to ignore the thousands of dollars that could have been made on my very accurate call regarding the Cocoa market?

Just remember ... it's because I went to see about a girl ...