Lev Mandel recalls some lessons he learned about money.
I’ve been trying to trace my relationship with money back to its origin story. One memory that sticks out happened when I was in fourth grade.
An aunt had just given me a new wallet. Inside it: three crumpled dollar bills. That same week, our school had a special guest: Richard “Grizzly” Brown. Brown wasn’t just some guy passing through. He was a Berkeley legend—the world’s sixth strongest man in 1985.
So naturally, I decided to impress him. I timed it so I’d walk right past him while he stood alone. I pulled out my wallet and started counting my money. He watched me for a second, then leaned in and said: “Buddy, put your money away. You don’t want anybody seeing that.” That was it. No lecture. Just a quiet correction. Total backfire. But it stuck.
Even then, I knew he was right. It felt less like being called out, and more like being let in on something. Years later, I went back to him when I was in college. I told him I wanted to learn how to box. It wasn’t as random as it sounds — he’d been my wrestling coach in junior high. He said yes. But he never actually let me box.
