How one stock changed my life

“Chance can be thought of as the cards you are dealt in life. Choice is how you play them.” — Ed Thorp

This past week I was on a panel with Abby Joseph Cohen and Liz Ann Sonders. How the hell did that happen? I want to share with you some pieces of my story and how chance was on my side.

My parents got divorced when I was 7 years old. My mother never graduated from college and had no marketable skills to rely on in the workplace. So for the rest of her life, she worked hard, making ends meet. In 1996, just a few years after my parents separated, her brother put some of her money into a stock tip he received from a friend. It was a little tiny biotech company called Celgene (CELG). Well, it turned out that Celgene was the one. It’s the type of chart that people look at 20 years later and say, “Man, I wish somebody told me about that.”

That stock changed my mother’s life and towards the end of it, it gave her so much joy knowing that she would be able to leave some money for myself, my brother and my sister. It’s funny, I spend so much time cautioning people, warning them how hard it is to find that lottery ticket stock and how it’s even harder to hold onto it. And yet here I am, the beneficiary of such a rare event.

Abby Joseph Cohen and Michael Batnick at the Yahoo Finance All Markets Summit. Photo by Rob Kim/Getty Images for Yahoo Finance
Abby Joseph Cohen and Michael Batnick at the Yahoo Finance All Markets Summit. Photo by Rob Kim/Getty Images for Yahoo Finance

Celgene got me interested in finance, although not to the degree with which you think a story like that would. I wasn’t reading annual letters or anything, but I applied and got into the Kelley School of business at Indiana University. But when I was 18 years old, I had no business being on a college campus. I basically lived there and hung out, eschewing classes. Well that was reflected in my grades, so they kicked me out. Twice.

When I finally graduated from Queens College in 2008, I jumped at the opportunity to work at a financial services (insurance) company in New York City. I felt fortunate that my screw-up hadn’t set me back.

The atmosphere at the agency on Fifth Avenue was very seductive. Here I was, in my early 20s, and I was working around people making serious money. Only the bloom quickly fell off the rose. Nobody was concerned about buying insurance, least of all from an arrogant 23-year-old who called them and showed up in a suit and slicked back hair. At the time, most people were just worried if they would have a job next month. But there I was, calling and meeting strangers and trying to sell them insurance while telling them, “I’m definitely not trying to sell you insurance” (good news, I didn’t sell a single policy). I even told people I was a fiduciary! I didn’t know what that meant, but I heard people around me say it and it sounded smart. Looking back on this time is pretty humiliating, but I was a kid; I didn’t know what I was doing.