I’m troubled tonight. A burden of sorts I suppose. Looking for hope amongst all the excrement of these times is dirty and depressing. The grime just never goes away. A new layer is deposited daily courtesy of Wall Street Boos and reviews, the Six O’clock evening Blues, and the candidates of over rate cow pie slinging campaign ’08 updates. It’s dirty business sorting through it all, searching it seems for a diamond in the dung.
I’ve found a few gems lately. This one from a real estate agent’s marketing coach.
Subject: Depression Data
Just one opinion below to give us a little perspective.
"This is not 1929, and we’re not going into a Great Depression. More
than 1,300 banks failed in 1929-1930, and we’ve had only 15 bank
failures so far this year. Unemployment was 25% then – versus about 6%
today. When FDR took over in 1933, a shocking 44% of all mortgages were
in default. And the stock markets? What is it now, down about
35-40%? From the late 1929 to mid-1932, the Dow Index dropped 90%.
People, let’s all calm down. It’s pretty awful out there, but we’re not
headed for a Depression." –Joe Garrett (Garrett, Watts & Co.)
But what if you’re already depressed? Ah, this from my friend Jorge is one of several truisms he shares in a recent post:
The happiness of my life depends on the quality of my thoughts.
And so, I will think happy thoughts! Let’s see. Where did I file those SOBs?