Grove Family Investments

A Manifesto of Sorts

I got into medicine for many reasons. I loved learning science, I loved the idea of helping those who are suffering, I loved the variety of work. So I dedicated my life to it. Medicine is not a job, it’s a life. I spent then next ten challenging, sometimes grueling, years training at an amazing institution, Emory University, under exceptional teachers. They taught me how to provide the best care and I took their direction seriously.

After finishing, I joined a large private practice that was dedicated to the values I was, providing the best care, taking care of our patients, and developing our providers. But, like many doctors in America, our practice was taken over by a large corporate health system. I was no longer part of a small group of like-minded doctors running a practice that best served our patients. I suddenly found myself a powerless cog in a large bureaucratic machine, the decision-makers separated from me and my patients by many layers of middle managers.

My work became inundated with issues of revenue generation, corporate compliance, and time cards. I wanted a path to freedom, a way to practice medicine as I wanted, without fear of reprisal or pay cuts. I started to look around and realized that it wasn’t just medicine. This model of large institutions, whether they be corporate or governmental seemed to dominate every aspect of my life. I felt suffocated.

Everywhere I turned, there were EULAs, contracts, and unintelligible legalese restricting my every move. Nowhere was this more evident than in my investing for the future. I handed my retirement over to big banks and investment firms, signed a 25-page document written in what I think is English, and then hoped they would do what was best for me.

So when I started looking for a release valve to let in some fresh air, I found hope in real estate investing. I saw how people were taking back some control over their future and I wanted in. I decided to steer my own ship free of the shackles of decisions made in corporate boardrooms.

I am now working on building that dream. I don’t know where it will take me, but I’d rather fail at the helm of the ship than be stuck in the hold. It’s the reconquest of hope from a gray and dreary machine that strives to lull us into a belief that there is no other way. Want to join me?

If you want to take back some control of your future, reach out. I may be able to help.