A man sank into the psychiatrist's couch and said, "I have a
terrible problem, Doctor. I have a son at Harvard and another son at
Princeton; I've just gifted each of them with a new Ferrari; I've got
homes in Beverly Hills, Palm Beach, and a co-op in New York; and I've
got a thriving ranch in Venezuela. My wife is a gorgeous young actress
who considers my two mistresses to be her best friends."
The psychiatrist looked at the patient, confused. "Did I miss
something? It sounds to me like you have no problems at all."
"But, Doctor, I only make $175 a week."
One morning, four years ago, something happened that I will never forget. I
woke up, and I looked at myself in the mirror, because I happened to wake
up in the bathroom, and I said to myself, "Dave, you have a wonderful wife,
you have a newborn son, you have a good job, you have friends who care
about you, you have a lawn mower that starts on the second or third
pull--you have everything a man could possibly want, and a whole lifetime
ahead of you to enjoy it in....