Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�

A New Mindset for Wealth: Everyone Deserves AbundanceI understand that my perspective on wealth can rattle some powerful individuals, but I firmly believe that the only way to create a better world is to plant seeds of change through our words and actions. Wealth often feels like a privilege reserved for a select few, yet I long for a society where