Nothing like a good anecdote ...
Since you got to know your clients rather well, how many reminded you of Forest Gump, vs how many appeared "smarter than the average bear"?
Forrest Gump is a caricature of reality -- but, reality is not that far afield. Real geniuses are usually happy just knowing that others can't keep up intellectually. They rarely view money as the ultimate reward. Knowledge is the reward or them. Same for great musicians -- it's about the music.
Most people know their particular business/occupation well enough to compete in the market. But, that doesn't make them wealthy. It just pays the bills. Here's some examples:
1. Service manager for BMW dealer. Business is doing bad, so he offers to take it off the hands of the management. They say fine and walk away. Business comes back due to the economy improving. Service manager sells and walks with seven million.
Opportunistic? Brilliant? Lucky? I'm going with #3.
2. Secretary for Microsoft Corp. Never sells any of her small stock options. Stock splits 20 times, she's worth $25 million. Smart or Lucky? Duh...
3. Anna Nicole Smith's child. When the dust settles on Howard Marshall's estate, the kid will inherit $80 million. Mom was a stripper picked up by an old horny billionaire. She's not getting the money because of the marriage or divorce. She's getting the money because Pearce Marshall (Howard's son), materially falsified evidence to the bankruptcy court, so the court spanked him in proportion to his wealth.
Smart or just a long line of bizarre twists and turns? Luck -- nothing else involved.
4. At 19, man opens a "head shop" in Venice Beach, CA during the 60s. Sells "leather" goods. LOL! Friends own a shop where they make leather sandals. They decide to move to Hawaii to surf. First guy takes over the store. Turns out that the Mexican who tools the sandals for the store is really creative. They start tooling electroplate silver belt buckles. People like them. Private company now has 190 retail stores and 6,000 independent dealers -- ONE owner -- same guy. Revenue: $150 million a year. Mexican still sits in the back and tools silver belt buckles. Only now there's a dozen guys tooling new designs.
Genius businessman, or in the right place at the right time? No comment.
5. Guy opens Army Surplus store. Has partner who's an accountant. Accountant refuses to take any risks. One day accountant drops dead at his desk. Other partner starts selling used Levis and country western shirts. Then new Levis. Opens store in strip mall. Calls it "Miller's Outpost." People like the mix. He opens some more stores. Then he buys the strip mall. Real estate appreciates. Then he buys a bigger mall. Pretty soon he's building the malls and putting his stores in. Finally, he sells the biz to a Canadian conglomerate for $80 million, but he keeps all his real estate holdings which are worth 10 times that much. Business name is changed to "The GAP."
Miller still drives around in an old Ford Town and Country Wagon with imitation wood on the sides. Lucky or genius? He says, "If my accountant hadn't of died, I would never have tried to sell anything different."
6. Saving the best for last. Mediocre trumpet player working bar mitzvahs and weddings around L.A. Has friend who works for Capitol records as a low level record promoter who takes new cuts to local radio stations to try to get airplay.
Trumpet player cuts one song in the studio and calls it "Twinkle Toes." Stupid sounding -- no one cares.
One weekend, the two friends go to the bull fight in Tijuana, MX. One guy says, "Hey, ya know, we should just record some of the sounds in this stadium and put it behind your twinkle toes thing?" Trumpet player says, "Okay, why not...it's never gonna sell anyways."
They changed the title to "The Lonely Bull," and damned if the record didn't sell of the shelf. People thought he was this slim matador-looking guy from Spain -- in reality, he was a Russian Jew from west L.A.
This is the story of "Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass." During his time, Herb outsold the Beatles for a few years.
Genius, or Lucky?
You can say whatever you want. Herb will say, "Lucky -- but, you can call me a genius -- I won't mind!"
We are all separated by the things which we cannot control -- not those that we can. When someone tells me otherwise, they're usually under 40 years old. By the time they reach 70, they usually will candidly admit that most of what they have fell into their lap when they least expected it.
Luck may be the moment when opportunity meets preparedness. But without that opportunity -- it don't mean nuttin how prepared you are.
PS. I've seen the "other" side of this coin. The person who had it all go'in on and was destroyed by forces beyond his control. But this is a holiday and we're supposed to be thankful for what we've got -- so, I'll let the downside stay quiet and simply say:
Happy Thanksgiving to All!