I am a fairly inexperienced trader, recently blessed with receiving a position at a trading desk in New York City, and I am looking to bring my scientific passion for; technical analysis, crowd psychology, perceived value, volume manipulation, supply and demand, and, most significantly, individual psychology , to the next level. Every Day. I will have completed my stock market education when I will have completed my life, or I decide to commit financial and emotional suicide.
I am 22 years old, am married, and cannot begin to explain how wonderful of angel my wife is. I wish all who read this, as well as those who do not, a wife as supportive, beautiful, understanding, smart, and did i mention supportive? As she. You see, I am in the midst of recovering from a severe serious of brain surgeries. I was diagnosed at age 17 with fatal hydrocephalus. This is ( believe me, if I didn't have it, I would have never heard of it either) when a significantly large tumor is blocking the ventricle which serves as the exit points for cerebral, and all brain fluids. In other words, the mass of fluids that are entering and exiting your brain every second, enter through one ventricle, and exit through another. My tumor was 7 times larger than "normal", and was completely obstructing the exit ventricle. This cause deadly buildup of fluids, causing my brain to swell drastically. As it cannot be detected physically, this was going on for many years without my knowing. I will start from the beginning.
When I was in the seventh grade, there was a day that I could not attend school due to abnormal head/neck pains. Dismissing it as a normal headache, I stayed home. I was watching a segment on ESPN that day about a basketball player from Duke who had hydrocephalus, and had severe brain swelling, and after making a miraculous recovery, was now beginning to re learn to play again. He described his symptoms as having very painful, headaches lasting the day, blurry vision, nausea, and sensitivity to bright lights. I shut the TV.
I am now 17 years old. It is summertime. I was in a traveling camp in the Israel, and I was pretty much on my own. It was a very active camp, consisting of a stay and experience in every corner of Israel in a matter of 6 weeks. I, however, had no strength to do anything. Every stop consisted of me sleeping or vomiting, or both, on the bus or in the room of an inn. My friends all made fun of me, calling me a party pooper. I experienced severe headaches, extreme blurry vision, nausea, fatigue, and sensitivity to bright lights. I attributed it to homesickness, middle eastern heat waves, and my obsession with drums and sports.
I came home to New York, and everything got worse. I had endured headaches that made my whole body scream, and the blurry vision, wow. You know how if you don't get a haircut for a bit, and a hair from your bangs gets in your eyes? Well, I kept trying to brush it away. But it was not a hair. Finally, one day, I remembered what I saw on TV, I felt the pain. I went over very calmly to my mother and said, " mom, please take me to a doctor, I am dying". She thought I was crazy, but she took me. At the doctor, my eyes were checked thoroughly, as they are the windows to the brain, and nothing was found. He asked me my symptoms, and I told him everything. He as well attributed it to the heat, my drumming, and my activities in sports. My hand was on the doorknob and I received a call from my mother. She asked me if I told the doctor about the blurry vision. Ok, everything except for that. I went back and told him. He at once said I must go for an MRI. Being as it was Labor Day weekend, I was not able to secure an MRI appointment that day, so I made on for a week later. 5 minutes later, the neurologist phoned me explaining if I rush over, he will come in to the office for me. I went. I was diagnosed with a 30% chance to live. The top neurosurgeon in NY was on vacation, so we scheduled the surgery for 3 days later. I would stay in the hospital.
However, the fluids were now dripping into my line of vision, and I was no longer capable of seeing. Another surgeon evaluated me again, and came to the conclusion that it was either death or emergency surgery that morning.
To make a really really long story not as long, I was explained after a successful surgery that I had exactly one day to live. So many things fell into place magically. Yes, there were more surgeries, and many many and still are severe changes to my life and complications, but here I am, alive and well.
I was given a new life, and this is what I want to devote a lot of it to. My passion is the workings of the stock market, price,volume,technical analysis. Why? This is what I love?
Yes. Because it all boils down to simplicity. It is one of the most complex organisms in the world, but it is driven by one simple thing:
Emotion. Fear, greed,desires,hopes and dreams. This is all what is price action. technical analysis. Volume analysis. This is my first post. I hope to bring you all I have got, and more. So many on twitter and in books and on blogs, sites, and networks. are so skilled, so classy, so generous in sharing knowledge, that it is my duty to do my part for you.
I devour every tidbit of education I can get, every book,article,video,and thesis, on the stock market I can get my hands on. Particularly the mysterious subject of tape reading/volume,price action. I have so much to learn, and when I am surrounded by such traders as these, i can not wait to take on the next challenge: @kunal00, @urbanryno, @sangluccitrades, @zortrades, @traderstewie @Szaman @Stop_Hunter @IMBIDHITTER @gtotoy @paulwoll @Elricadon @chessNwine @The_Real_Fly @SPYder_Crusher @TraderFlorida @FibLine @TradeWithRage @Tr8r_x @StockCats , @1nvestor @idrinkchai @SPEEROTHEKID @chicagosean @Elricadon and many more I will post a list of all the greats .
This community of traders is like no other in the world. No other profession is connected by shear instinct, gut, uniqueness,healthy skepticism, individuality, and, most importantly, attitude. For many not so subtle reasons, that is our bond. And I intend to work my ass off to strengthen in every day.