I can't dismiss my roots as a kid growing up during the Great Depression in the ordinary midwestern town of Grand Rapids, Michigan. From the standpoint of money and material possessions, we were barely scraping by.

Jay and I used to talk about this: we never had a goal of making a lot of money. We had a goal of having a business of our own. And there were many times we could have sold out and had a lot of money. Billions. We just put it in our pocket and go home, OK? But that was never our goal.

The easiest thing to find on God's green earth is someone to tell you all the things you cannot do.

Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none.