Cheers, greetings, and salutations, my numismatic friends! Today I wanted to take a moment and share with you all (including the younger collectors) what my life looks like in relation to this hobby we share. This idea was inspired by a dear friend of mine who saw my collection for the first time and promptly asked me "How on EARTH do you have time to do ANYTHING besides coin collecting with a collection this huge?!?". So, today I will go over how I manage things, and my life story in numismatics.First off, I need to start from the beginning. The VERY beginning. I was adopted at birth, and given to two AMAZING parents. How does this relate to my journey in numismatics? Well, it has everything to do with it! Once I learned that my grandfathers on both sides collected coins, a spark ignited inside of me. I wanted to be like my adoptive grandfathers (one of which died before I could meet him) and was willing to give numismatics a try. My love for history soon made this spark glow brighter, and pure passion fanned it into a flame that led to an all-consuming drive to acquire more coins and more knowledge. This drive for knowledge made me learn things quicker than ever before, and I grew at a rapid pace. It shaped me into who I am, and taught me lessons that I have applied in nearly all aspects of life. One time, a history teacher at school used some faulty numismatic knowledge to prove a point for his lesson, and me, being the troublemaker I am, promptly corrected him. Of course, this resulted in me being hit over the head with a ruler, but the ruler split in half, not my head, so the teacher still has a job haha. I slowly climbed the ladder of progress in growing my collection, and made many mistakes that proved to teach me valuable lessons along the way. I made more friends, became more active, and soon came to the knowledge that I could accomplish ANYTHING if I was willing to work for it. Then high school happened. I got depressed, and my grades imploded. My parents blamed my obsession with coins, and thought that I was dedicating too much time to that, and not enough to my schooling. While this may have been true, I needed something to help me cope with my depression. Coins seemed to be almost like therapy to me, and I eventually overcame those feelings. My grades where too far gone to be saved, but I came back the next year with a much happier ending. Fastforwarding to the present, I have nearly straight A's, loads of friends (plus all of you guys!), an amazing girlfriend I wouldn't trade for a 1903 saint-gaudens double eagle, and an amazing coin collecting. I owe a large percentage of who I am to this hobby, and would like to think that both of my late grandfathers would be proud of the progress I have made, both in numismatics, and in personal progress. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! Cheers, and happy holidays, NM
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