Since I broke my hip (one year ago, last October 22) I've had lots of time to think. One thing I've thought about is this: "Is there any real purpose in my life? Aside from producing five kids, why am I here? Last night I reviewed a few of the many e-mails that I've received over the last few weeks. About one third of the e-mails thanked me for recommending gold over the years (I started way back about ten years ago), and another third of the e-mails thanked me for insisting that buyers of gold resist trading their positions and just sit tight with their gold. A few e-mails thanked me for getting them out of the disastrous 1974 bear market.
Now we're in another primary bear market, and it occurred to me that -- maybe I do have a purpose for being here, alive and kicking at the age of ... Log in or subscribe to continue reading.
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