Interesting article in the Financial Post on the one percent of the one percent. The thrust of the article is the culling of the list to exclude most of the formerly included on the most favoured list by the top bankers who concentrate now on the best of the best. A new collection of "losers" has been created. Life can be hard and unpredictable. For many years, and still do, I banked with what was known then as The Bank of Montreal. I practiced orthopedics in Lotus Land and was after a time a high earner. Not a super high earner but high enough to count. As a result the bank chose to include me as part of a favoured group to bank in the Main Branch with certain new perks. Time passes, age withers, truth emerges, and earning capacity diminishes as one progresses slowly through the vocation you loved, but one inevitably became less loved than hitherto. I remember a day when I was called by the Main Branch; my branch; producing my embossed check books, ostensibly to meet the new Chief Financial Officer. I felt good when selected for this singular attention. She approached the subject by telling me my relationship with them was disadvantageous to me because of a somewhat higher cost and a advantage was available to me to change my special arrangement. A soft landing. I knew then that I had been handled as beautifully as a patient had been handled by soft surgical hands. My small story has nothing to do with the one percent but it has every thing to do with moving on and moving out and being part of the rhythm of life and liking it. I remember the toughest kid in Kindersly in grade five, wrapping his arm around my neck and taking me down and saying "Ya give!" and saying "Yeh".
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