Helping the community
My company’s having a community service day in our New York City office. When I lived there, I took one day out of my year to help. One day is all I could spare, as the other 364 days of the year I had to focus on making myself happy with drugs, alcohol and an out of control gambling habit, like many New Yorkers. (In the interest of full disclosure, the evening of the community service day, I would indulge in all three of my aforementioned vices.)
But here in Colorado, one day is not enough. We’re a community here. A small town. And people who live in small towns help each other. Each day after work I help the young people of Boulder learn how to properly manage their trust funds. We work on ways to set up tax shelters in small Pacific islands run by despots sympathetic to the plight of people discriminated against by draconian tax laws.
Most importantly, I teach them that money is not inherently evil and they have nothing to be ashamed of for having a lot of it, especially since when the sun expands and destroys life on this planet in 5 billion years, no one will remember any of this happened anyhow.
