Do you enjoy looking out your window with curiosity at the gathering storm? Dark clouds rolling at you like a wagon train. Anticipation builds. From experience you know full well that the earth, and your dwelling are going to get pounded by little drops of water that sound like millions of bullets falling on your roof.
The occasional burst of thunder might shock you. Or, it might be a distant call to something else.
At the end, if you are lucky, your rainstorm will turn into yellows, blues, reds, and greens. A rainbow. If you grew up around enough Irishmen, you know that there is a pot of gold somewhere at the bottom of it.
Yesterday, I devoured a book. It is titled, The Color of Rain. It’s the tragic and in the end, uplifting, story of Mike and Gina Spehn. Like a tragic thriller, it’s really three separate intertwined stories in one. You should pick it up and read it. I guarantee that it will make you think. It might even change your life and help you find your own personal rainbow.
I am fortunate to be able to appear on their radio show every Saturday morning. Mike and Gina allow me seven minutes to talk about finance and topics of the day. Mike and I grew up together. We met when we were 10 years old.
After high school, Mike and I didn’t see each other as much. It’s not rare to see your high school friends disburse. It’s actually pretty odd to see them hang together. Over the next twenty years, I would see Mike every now and then. We would check in with each other. He got married, had kids, lived in California next to another mutual friend of ours who Mike was closest with.
One night in 2003, I got a phone call. The voice said, “Mike Spehn’s wife died.”
“Ugh.” I said, “Car accident.”
“No.” Pause. “Cancer.”
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