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Work in my investment business was slack. With little to do, I left my office and drove downtown. The hand-painted “Noah’s Ark Investments” sign outside a slightly shabby shop front caught my eye. Intrigued, I parked up and went inside.

“How can I help you young fella?” came the hearty greeting from a ruddy-faced gent lolling in an old rocker. I kind of liked the ‘young fella’ line so immediately felt at home.

“What’s with the Noah’s Ark Investments?” I queried, “This is an investment business … ?” – my face screwed up in puzzled mode.

“Oh it’s an investment business alright my friend,” came the assertive reply, “But not just any investment business. It is the investment business, the genuine article, the real McCoy. What I do here came around long before you or any slick greenhorns saw the light of day and it’ll be here long after you’re pushin’ up daisies!”

“So what do you do?” I asked feeling well scolded, “And how come the odd name?”

”Nothin’ odd about the name,” he snapped back, “It says what it is. Clear and simple.” Then, leaning forward he indicated that I sit on the threadbare recliner at his side and added, “Listen in an’ you might learn something.”

“Old Noah of biblical legend was no fool,” he started, “When he filled up that boat of his with two of every animal, he knew just what he was doing. He was investing in his future. Think about it lad.”

Now I was a lad, even better! I eagerly leaned in to grasp the wisdom in prospect. It wasn’t long in coming.

“In due course, each pair of animals reproduced. Then the offspring in turn did likewise. Soon he had herds of cattle and flocks of sheep. That was his capital growth.” He paused to let the significance of that revelation sink in. Then he continued,

“Some calves, lambs, chickens etc. he slaughtered. These gave him food, clothes and shelter. That was his income. Those he didn’t kill grew into the herd or flock. That was his reinvesting his profit, his futures market if you like. And so the cycle continued.

When he required something outwith of his own production capability, he bought and payed for it with a lamb, calf or chicken. That was his spending money.”

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So you see son,” (wow, now I was his son, how could I not like this guy)!, “Noah was the original investor. His methods are tried and tested. There is nothing new to learn about investing. All you need do is follow his example. Think about it. Noah neither attended Harvard nor wolved on Wall Street. He was much smarter than any of that.”

Now my new friend beckoned to me and, with a conspiratorial wink, invited me to follow him. He led me to the back door and, throwing it open, revealed a back yard where gamboled several lambs. There were ducks and chickens too.

“These are but a few, my full ‘investment portfolio’ is on the farm out of town,” he laughed, “I assure you young fella, good times and bad, they provide for my every need. More than that, what I do gives me, my family, my friends and my clients the greatest pleasure imaginable. Yes son, what I do is fun!”

“You recommend these ‘investments’ to clients?” I asked somewhat bemused.

“I surely do,” he responded, “I recommend them, supply them and provide ongoing management advice. It’s a complete proactive portfolio management service. Yup,” he slapped his thigh, “That’s what I do,” and let out a hearty laugh. I was deep in thought.

When I got back to my office some hours later, my PA was curious as to the cardboard cartons stacked in the back of my car. She was the more so incredulous when I explained it was my new investment portfolio and astounded when I showed her the rooster and six hens I had acquired.

Back home I built a wooden henhouse in the yard. Every day I collect the eggs, sometimes I roast a chicken. The flock grows with each hatch of chicklets. I sell some to fund my next investment – a piglet. The “Noah’s Ark Investments” sign I nailed above the henhouse door attracts a steady stream of inquirers. My investment business is flourishing!

I am Tom Riach. I live and write in the sunny south of Portugal. I hope you enjoyed this sample of my work. Find all my current titles (novels and ‘personal achievement’) at Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other leading book stores. Click the image below.

“From every book written by Tom Riach you will gain unique insights to success, you will laugh, you will reflect upon your own character, and sometimes you will just sit in awe of his mastery of life, business and the simply written word.” – Randy Ireland, SFI Team Leader, Sulphur Springs, Arkansas

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I am essentially introvert, so get much of my energy from being alone. I hate small talk and large groups. I'd rather listen and think than speak, and write rather than talk. I rarely answer the phone. Fortunately the online world suits me, I can attract an audience and connect with readers while still spending time alone ... and writing! As a young man it took me some years to establish myself in business but I believe that in life only the most resolute of triers will prevail. After several years of a bank account in a permanent state of cardiac arrest my perseverance began to pay! I achieved success as a Business Consultant, Investment Adviser and award-winning Salesperson and Marketing Professional. I coined the term 'creative solutions' to describe my work in devising and implementing innovative approaches to situations in business, commerce and industry (some call it trouble-shooting). From my successes I grew my own group of small companies. Today I host my 'Wake Up Leisure and Learning Breaks', personal mentoring and business guidance, in the calm and tranquility of the sunny south of Portugal and indulge my passion for writing. I am the author of the mystery novel 'Too Early For A Glass Of Wine?' and several best selling books in the self-help, business and successful living genres.

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