NEW YORK — ONE
night a few years ago, when the value of our home had collapsed, our
debt was out of control and my financial planning business was shaky, I
went to take out the trash.
There was this enormous window that looked right in on the kitchen
table, and through it I could see my wife, Cori, and our four children
eating dinner. It was dark outside, so they couldn’t see me, and I just
stood there looking at them.
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