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Joe Ricketts is the founder, former CEO, and retired chairman of online brokerage TD Ameritrade,
and the author of The Harder You Work, The Luckier You Get. Read more Excerpt. © Reprinted
by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1 I remember that day vividly, the smell of
wood, the sound of hammers banging, the sawdust scattered on the ground. My father had
brought me to a construction site where he and his men were building a new home. I was still a
boy, and this was in Nebraska City, where I grew up, a town of a little over seven thousand. The
decade was the 1940s, but from the way the men were putting up that house—without electrical
power, using only their hand tools and the strength of their muscles—it could have been much
longer ago. Each carpenter wore an apron around his waist, with pockets for the different-size
nails he used for different tasks. He would pull out a nail with his left hand, hold it in the spot where
it needed to go, and bang, bang, bang it in with the hammer in his right. Construction then was
altogether different from the way buildings go up now. Nothing was prefabricated and shipped to
them, like the trusses of today. The men had to put up every piece of the building one at a time.
My father had brought my younger brothers and me to the job site and told us to keep out of the
way and to pick up trash. When the men finished sawing a board to size and the scrap end fell on
the ground, I would pick it up and throw it out. Other than that, I watched. The work was hard and
hot. The men got so wet with perspiration that the sawdust stuck to their clothing and their skin.
Sometimes they talked with one another about the tasks they were doing, sometimes they joked,
but mostly they sawed and hammered without speaking. I remember them as happy—working
together, getting something done. Now here is a mystery. That boy who was brought along to
clean up the wood scraps, who grew up in a working-class town with a frontier mentality, would go
on to found one of the most disruptive businesses of financeâ€s computer age. That business
would utilize the latest communications and digital technologies to revolutionize and democratize
the clubby, old, highly regulated, East Coast–based financial industry—and in the process, the
founder of that business would become a billionaire. I was that boy, but if you had asked me then
to share my daydreams and talents, they would have revealed no knowledge of computers or
special gift for mathematics, and no visions of vast wealth. My idea of financial success back then
went no further than the well-off men of our town—the owner of the drugstore or grocery store,
our local dentist and doctor. I had no expectation that I would ever work in the finance industry, let
alone help remake its services industry. And in fact, if you had asked my wife, Marlene, who met

me in school, she would have told you that I seemed like the other