My heart deeply ached as I read your note, Mike. Having an amazing father is one of the biggest blessings in this life. You are a blessed one. I am grateful to be a blessed one also. Thanks to how my father inspired me very early on, my journey started in a small rural village in the Mediterranean and ended at MIT. I've become a fighter and entrepreneur who never gives up. He instilled that in me. Mike Sr. was such a kind MidWestern soul with deep and kind ambition! He was one of the people I've looked up to and listened whenever I could. You and the world are very lucky that we get to know him... Rest in Peace, Mike Sr. 🙏🙏🙏
I do not know what to say except my heart still aches. If I had just known he was sick before he was sick…just one last visit. Just to see that kindness with that great mind all in one person. My dad did the best he could….he returned firm WWII shell shocked (now called PTSD) and we did not understand why alcohol was his personal escape. I have known less than five men in my life that is have trusted with my all my soul. Your dad was one of them.
Love you Mike Jr. And loved Mike Sr. too🙏
Having a great father is the biggest blessing, we are very lucky 🕊️RIP
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Dear Mike,
I hope this finds you in a rare pocket of stillness.
We hold deep respect for what you've built—and for how.
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Hello Mike,
I hope this communique finds you in a moment of stillness.
Have huge respect for your work, specially the unique reflections.
We’ve just opened the first door of something we’ve been quietly handcrafting for years—
A work not meant for markets, but for reflection and memory.
Not designed to perform, but to endure.
It’s called The Silent Treasury.
A place where judgment is kept like firewood: dry, sacred, and meant for long winters.
Where trust, patience, and self-stewardship are treated as capital—more rare, perhaps, than liquidity itself.
This first piece speaks to a quiet truth we’ve long sat with:
Why many modern PE, VC, Hedge, Alt funds, SPAC, and rollups fracture before they truly root.
And what it means to build something meant to be left, not merely exited.
It’s not short. Or viral. But it’s built to last.
And if it speaks to something you’ve always known but rarely seen expressed,
then perhaps this work belongs in your world.
The publication link is enclosed, should you wish to experience it.
https://helloin.substack.com/p/built-to-be-left?r=5i8pez
Warmly,
The Silent Treasury
A vault where wisdom echoes in stillness, and eternity breathes.
Thank you for sharing this, looking forward to listening to it. Sending good thoughts your way Mike.
My condolences to you.
Thank you so much for sharing! Such rich insight and takeaways.
My heart deeply ached as I read your note, Mike. Having an amazing father is one of the biggest blessings in this life. You are a blessed one. I am grateful to be a blessed one also. Thanks to how my father inspired me very early on, my journey started in a small rural village in the Mediterranean and ended at MIT. I've become a fighter and entrepreneur who never gives up. He instilled that in me. Mike Sr. was such a kind MidWestern soul with deep and kind ambition! He was one of the people I've looked up to and listened whenever I could. You and the world are very lucky that we get to know him... Rest in Peace, Mike Sr. 🙏🙏🙏
I do not know what to say except my heart still aches. If I had just known he was sick before he was sick…just one last visit. Just to see that kindness with that great mind all in one person. My dad did the best he could….he returned firm WWII shell shocked (now called PTSD) and we did not understand why alcohol was his personal escape. I have known less than five men in my life that is have trusted with my all my soul. Your dad was one of them.