Crash—How I Was Stabbed and The Market Crashed and Maybe It Was My Fault by John Sergio
Photo Source: Unsplash I was out with my brother and a dozen or so of our mutual friends in part to celebrate getting what I hoped was my dream job after university. I had been hired into a management training program at one of the largest and most prestigious brokerage firms in the country less than a year before the market crashed. It was 1986. I had graduated six months earlier and had left my very first job as a stockbroker trainee because it was then—and still remains in part today—a...