The City of Happiness

I began my financial career in retail.

Although we were called, “Account Managers”, the entire job entailed selling investment products to consumers.

I would spend most of my days on the phone speaking with interesting people – many of whom were retirees.

The retirees loved to tell me their life stories.

Some would even share sob stories.

I tried to cheer them up.

One day, I was speaking with an elderly woman named, Estelle. She told me how depressed she had been feeling lately and how she longed for happiness.

I told her that the city of happiness lies in the state of mind.

She seemed to really like that. She said, “that is beautiful and so very true.”

I confessed to her that I had read it on a milk carton that morning which was really funny considering I never drink milk as it has been known to give some people really bad gas.

She laughed.

Estelle and I would speak once or twice a week.

She never once bought a stock or a bond or even one share of a Dean Witter mutual fund from me.

But, I didn’t care. Because in my State, making someone’s day feels a lot better than making a sale.

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