Let me tell you a story I read on a Facebook account called \u201cInspiring Quotes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Back in the 1800\u2019s a wealthy business man had a daughter named Hetty Green. When daddy died, she inherited $7.5 million (far more in today\u2019s money – probably a half a billion or more). She then moved to New York and invested her money in Wall Street and became known as:<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Wicked Witch of Wall Street\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Story goes she married a millionaire.<\/p>\n And even though she had more money than Scrooge McDuck and his money vault:<\/p>\n * She lived on leftover cakes and broken biscuits in grocery stores<\/p>\n * Would argue to get a free bone for her dog every day<\/p>\n * Sewed underpants in her teens and did not change them or buy new ones for the rest of her life<\/p>\n * Never used hot water to save money<\/p>\n * Wore a dress she never changed until it was worn down to the last molecule and had no choice<\/p>\n * Lived on 2 cent pies each day<\/p>\n * Delayed treating her son\u2019s broken leg to not have to spend any money, causing the leg to be amputated<\/p>\n * Died from having a stroke while arguing with her made after the maid asked for a raise<\/p>\n Yeesh.<\/p>\n Probably there are exceptions. But I’ve personally never met a cheapskate who wasn’t miserable & made everyone around them miserable. Before the reply guys get too excited, I am not talking about being broke. That happens to everyone, and is just life. Nor am I talking about being frugal, using common sense, and being wiser than serpent when it comes to money.<\/p>\n I am talking about being cheap minded.<\/p>\n It’s a sickness of the mind & soul.<\/p>\n Stefania (back when she lived in New York City) once told me about a guy she knew whose family made lots of money. The dad is a CFO of a corporation probably everyone reading this has heard of. But he and his family were so cheap they brought bologna sandwiches on the way to fancy restaurants.<\/p>\n The reason:<\/p>\n To not eat & spend so much at the restaurant.<\/p>\n The mom would even squeeze and scrape the condiments to take home, and the son would refuse to eat pasta simply because it had the biggest markup. I probably don\u2019t have to tell you\u00a0how stingy they were with tipping – assuming they tipped at all.<\/p>\n They sounded like wretched people, too.<\/p>\n The kind that’d stab you in the back.<\/p>\n Incidentally, Stefania also knew someone whose father left her such a large inheritance that she lived on Madison Ave off only the interest, and yet would un-crumple her used paper towels to dry and reuse them later out of pure, uncut, and unadulterated… cheap-mindedness.<\/p>\n Anyway, I\u2019ve seen these types come & go in this business for nearly 25 years.<\/p>\n And I also have yet to meet a single one who I wanted anything to do with.<\/p>\n I also do everything I can to frighten such types away from even thinking of subscribing to the paid Email Players newsletter.<\/p>\n More on the newsletter here:<\/p>\n