They wrote back: "We recently sold 90,000 $JNJ at $3/$2 per share and we just bought it all back!"
We saw a LOT of capital gains for it in 1991...
So I *went* for it in the 2008 crash after Denise's death. Let's just say "I was free..."
Blue chips want funding to build & tool up to get ahead of their competitors...
"Sorry, builders: we're halting phase 2 of our plant construction *unless* we can work out a better deal..."
Each month I'd get a stack of paperwork showing massive swings in profit or losses.
My financial advisor asked me to open a second checkbook to ease my move back into a "normal" financial profile.
That should've been a clue.
Elizabeth, my advisor, had it strewn across an entire conference table -- with checks already made out -- all with colorful little arrow stickers saying "sign here" and "date here"
"Well, you soaked up a lot of people's blood. Let's get started!"
I signed numerous checks to the IRS, each one already made out.
"WHY AM I SIGNING ANOTHER TAX CHECK?!?"
"Those were taxes on other packages, Rob..."
We continued around the table: Elizabeth stating things by law and handing me papers I piled in a corner.
BUT THEN CAME THE FINAL THIRD OF THE CONFERENCE TABLE...
Now I was shifting products & monies to my "normal" long-term retirement strategy that I'd worked on since age 21½.
These were values I'd never seen before. Stocks, bonds, and of course the checkbook money shifted around.
And it was blowing my mind.
A check for $1,755.00.
I'll never forget it.
"WHY AM I WRITING A CHECK TO YOU?!? YOU ALREADY GET PAID!?!"
"Rob, it took a lot of time to assemble this room & table so you could spend four hours with me."
"Yeah, yeah..."
I'd burned out the temporary checkbook and I'd signed the paper to close it.
My own checkbook, once bulging with cash, was more or less back to normal.
Elizabeth said the MAGIC WORDS:
"You can retire now if you want, Rob."
And now I could walk away from it all--
--because so many *other* people "buy high, sell low" for their future.
I made a lot of money from people who panicked.
I retired from my DoD career in 2018. I *do* still make some money from people who "buy high, sell low" but I've no more paychecks to invest.
She's got her whole life ahead of her!
And let me be clear:
We bought a home after getting married in 1986. I myself bought a Mazda RX-7 sports car. We flew to Las Vegas to renew our wedding vows at Graceland Chapel! We took road trips in the RX-7 to Miami and other cool places.
Denise & I only had to do three things:
#2, we lived WITHIN our means. Each of our cars had its own credit card for gas & repairs. I tracked our budget in a spreadsheet and made adjustments as needed.
When I wanted to buy a car or an RV I asked "how do I pay for this?"
My advisor(s) kept us moving across the decades toward THE goal to retire.
And I did. At age 55!