I was maybe 10 years old when my little sister turned around in the front pew of our church, spread her palms wide, and announced to the entire row behind us: "We don't have any money." The pew exploded. My parents wanted to disappear. She wasn't wrong. Papa was a general contractor. Great at what he did. When a contract came in, money flooded the house. When it dried up, so did everything else. There was no plan. No investing (at least that I knew of). No protection for the gaps. Just feast, then famine, then survive. I watched that cycle my entire childhood. It's one of a few reasons I'm obsessed with what happens to families when there's no plan—not just while you're alive, but after. The families we work with solved the income problem. Built real wealth. But without a funded plan, that wealth doesn't go to their family—it first gets siphoned off by a court, a judge, and a lawyer billing by the hour. New video. Worth 12 minutes 🌳

Please give a warm welcome to @Douglas Combs Sr army veteran, investor, and golfer 😁