From The New York Times:

Everybody's Business

First, Tame That Envy. Then Give Thanks.
By BEN STEIN

I RECENTLY received an e-mail message from someone who has been a close friend for almost 45 years. He works selling exotic cars to very wealthy people in a large Northeastern city. He told me that he feels a certain envy toward his clients, many of whom are billionaires.

"I don't really begrudge the guys who made it themselves," he said, "but I go crazy about the ones who just inherited it, who were from the lucky sperm club."

It set my little brain racing. In today's America, so many stories are about fantastically rich young men and women, or even middle-aged men and women, who put on their pants one leg at a time just like me, but who are rich enough to own a professional sports team. And then there are those who dropped out of college but now own hotels and casinos and private jets. It's enough to make you wonder what went so wrong in your own life that you have to worry about your MasterCard bill.

Now, I can and will offer investment counsel and complaints about executive behavior for a good long time. But I think I can offer the greatest possible value to readers right now by saying a few words about envy and how to get past it and move on to success.

Years ago, I went to a 12-step program on Point Dume, a lovely area in Malibu, Calif. At the time, I was making a modest living and was petrified about money many nights. I would walk my magnificent German short-haired pointer, Trixie, near the homes of fabulously wealthy stars and moguls and then return to my shabby rented cottage.

At the meeting, I complained about the maddening truth that so many people near me on Point Dume had so much more money than I did, and a smart woman named Jennie said: "Instead of thinking about what you don't have, think about what you have. You have the handsomest son on the planet. You have the perfect dog. Concentrate on those. When you are tempted to feel envy, remember that envy is as bad as strychnine for you. Make a list of what you do have that is good in your life, and then the envy will lift."

I have been doing that for about 18 years now, and it has worked well. So to stave off envy as I read about three young financial whizzes who control a professional sports team, I made a list of what I have that I feel truly grateful for:

My wife, the world's most kind-hearted and forgiving human, the absolute model of what a human being should be.

Excellent health — well beyond what I deserve, considering how unhealthy much of my life has been.

The most varied and interesting career of anyone I know, that I would not trade for anyone else's career, not even George Clooney's or that of any billionaire hedge fund trader. (I loathe uncertainty.)

Devoted friends, a wise and considerate sister and a stupendously capable agent.

Devoted parents, now in eternity, who would do anything for me.

Total strangers in our military who offer up their lives for me in Iraq and Afghanistan.

These are all great parts of my life. But as the Bible says, "A feast is made for laughter and wine maketh merry, but money answereth all things." And it's true. I am happier if I have a few coins jingling in my pockets than when I don't. So I offered some thanks about money, too:

For the people at Dimensional Funds Advisors in Santa Monica, Calif., who run the most amazingly successful, low-cost, unmanaged but somehow deep-value index funds I have ever found. They may yet save me from my spendthrift folly and give me security in my old age.

For Phil DeMuth, my co-author and financial adviser, who put me into these funds.

For TIAA-CREF, the financial services group that sold my parents low-cost variable annuities that paid off like the Powerball grand prize for them and for my sister and me.

For my man at Merrill Lynch, Kevin Hanley, who takes it well when I call to yell at him for tiny mistakes and who put me into Vanguard Total Stock Market VIPERs, a large jewel in my portfolio.

For William Danoff, who guided my savings at the Contrafund at Fidelity Investments, and has surprised me for years with his prowess at making my money grow.

For Warren Buffett, who did so well for me from about 1978 to about 1997, though his stock, Berkshire Hathaway, has basically treaded water ever since. (I am sure he'll someday give us back the $40 billion in cash that the company has accumulated over the years.)

For the family of Frank and Charles Hathaway, no relation at all to Berkshire Hathaway except in their investment genius and integrity, which has done so beautifully at managing Laaco Ltd., a microcap real estate, leisure and personal storage company that has redeemed some of the multitude of terrible investment decisions I have made.

For Peter Morton, one of the founders of the Hard Rock Cafe, who let me invest in that company long ago and allowed me to do well with them to the point of unbelievability.

But above all, to the whole Wall Street, "people's capitalism" model.

Because we little people are allowed to invest in the nation's growth, we can become big people. We no longer have to save under a mattress or in a bank. We no longer have to manage our money actively by buying and running a farm or an apartment building. Instead, we can flick a few buttons on a computer or make a call, and all the resources of the nation's best and brightest are at our command to let us hitch our wagons to the capitalist star.

IN the last 70 years or so, for the first time in history, the little guy has been able to invest with some assurance that he is not being ripped off, that he is being told the full story and that if his investment does well, he will reap the rewards, or at least a lot of them. (Don't let the hedge-fund hoopla fool you. By and large, they are not outperforming funds open to the little guy at vastly lower cost.)

Yes, there will be some rip-offs. There is too much money floating around and too much temptation for the system to be anything like tamperproof. But in general, that much-maligned Wall Street makes it possible for anyone with some savings, some sense and some discipline to have the engine of capitalism anywhere in the world roar for him like my Cadillac STS-V. Wall Street, for all its faults, makes it possible for any of us, like the fictional television character George Jefferson, to finally get a piece of the pie.

Anyway, this was my gratitude list, or at least a small part of it. You can have a list, too, though yours may well be totally different from mine. Viewed this way, we're all in the lucky sperm club, and it's a great day. It may change tomorrow, but as someone a lot better looking than I am said in the best movie ever made, "Tomorrow is another day."