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    The lessons are not meant to be answers but...
    The lessons are not meant to be answers but guidepostsGuideposts that will assist you and your children to grow wealthier no matter what happens in a world of increasing change and uncertainty

    Lesson #1 The Rich Don't Work for Money
    Lesson #2 Why Teach Financial Literacy?
    Lesson #3 Mind Your own Business
    Lesson #4 The History of Taxes and the Power of Corporations
    Lesson #5 The Rich Invent Money
    Lesson #6 Work to Learn Don't Work for Money

    CHAPTER TWO
    Lesson One: The Rich Don't Work For Money

    "Dad, Can You Tell Me How to Get Rich?"
    My dad put down the evening paper"Why do you want to get rich, son?"
    "Because today Jimmy's mom drove up in their new Cadillac, and they were going to their beach house for the weekendHe took three of his friends, but rolex watches for women Mike and I weren't invitedThey told us we weren't invited because we were `poor kids'
    "They did?" my dad asked incredulously I replied in a hurt tone
    My dad silently shook his head, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and went back to reading the paperI stood waiting for an answerBy some twist of fate, I attended the same public school where the rich people sent their kidsWe were primarily a sugar plantation townThe managers of the plantation and the other affluent people of the town, such as doctors, business owners, and bankers, sent their children to this school, grades 1 to 6After grade 6, their children were generally sent off to private schoolsBecause my family lived on one side of the street, I went to this schoolHad I lived on the other side of gucci ladies watch the street, I would have gone to a different school, with kids from families more like mineAfter grade 6,these kids and I would go on to the public intermediate and high schoolThere was no private school for them or for me
    My dad finally put down the paperI could tell he was thinking
    "Well, son," he began slowly"If you want to be rich, you have to learn to make money
    "How do I make money?" I asked
    "Well, use your head, son," he said, smilingWhich really meant, "That's all I'm going to tell you," or "I don't know the answer, so don't embarrass me

    A Partnership Is Formed

    The next morning, I told my best friend, Mike, what my dad had saidAs best I could tell, Mike and I were the only poor kids in this schoolMike was like me in that he was in this school by a dior saddle twist of fateSomeone had drawn a jog in the line for the school district, and we wound up in school with the rich kidsWe weren't really poor, but we felt as if we were because all the other boys had new baseball gloves, ,,,y
    new bicycles, new everything
    Mom and dad provided us with the basics, like food, shelter, clothes:, But that was about itMy dad used to say, "If you want something, work for it We wanted things, but there was not much work available for 9- , year-old boys
    "So what do we do to make money?" Mike asked
    "I don't know," I said"But do you want to be my partner?"
    He agreed and so on that Saturday morning, Mike became my first business partnerWe spent all morning coming up with ideas on how to 1'make moneyOccasionally we talked about all the "cool guys" vintage cartier watch at Jimmy's beach house having funIt hurt a little, but that hurt was good, for it inspired us to keep thinking of a way to make moneyFinally, that afternoon, a bolt of lightning came through our headsIt was an idea Mike had gotten from a science book he had readExcitedly, we shook hands, and the partnership now had a business
    For the next several weeks, Mike and I ran around our neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking our neighbors if they would save their toothpaste tubes for usWith puzzled looks, most adults consented with a smileSome asked us what we were doingTo which we replied, "We can't tell youIt's a business secret
    My mom grew distressed as the weeks wore onWe had selected a
    site next to her washing machine as the place we would stockpile our raw d & g fashion mater
    1:54a
    But I was more exhausted than I realized, and as...
    But I was more exhausted than I realized,
    and as I settled unwillingly to the ground, I found it impossible not to slump down on the rough,
    gravelly dirt and let my eyes close
    It seemed like just minutes later when the morning dawned, blindingly bright and already hot
    enough to have me sweatingI was crusted in dirt and rocks when I woke; my right arm was
    pinned under me and had lost feelingI shook out the tingles and then reached into my pack for
    some water
    Melanie did not approve, but I ignored herI looked for the half-empty bottle I'd last drunk
    from, rummaging through the fulls and empties until I began to see a pattern
    With a slowly growing sense of alarm, I started countingThere were two
    more empties than there were fullsI'd already used up more than half my water supply
    I dolce & gabbana handbags told you that you were drinking too much
    I didn't answer her, but I pulled the pack on without taking a drinkMy mouth felt horrible, dry
    and sandy and tasting of bileI tried to ignore that, tried to stop running my sandpaper tongue
    over my gritty teeth, and started walking
    My stomach was harder to ignore than my mouth as the sun rose higher and hotter above meIt
    twisted and contracted at regular intervals, anticipating meals that didn't appearBy afternoon,
    the hunger had gone from uncomfortable to painful
    This is nothing,Melanie reminded me wrylyI didn't feel like being an audience to her endurance memories right now
    I was beginning to despair when the good news cameAs I swung my head across the horizon
    with a routine, halfhearted movement, the bulbous shape of the dome jumped out at louis vuitton china me from
    the middle of a northern line of small peaksThe missing part was only a faint indentation from
    this vantage point
    Close enough,Melanie decided, as thrilled as I was to be making some progressI turned north
    eagerly, my steps lengtheningeep a lookout for the nextShe remembered another formation
    for me, and I started craning my head around at once, though I knew it was useless to search for
    it this early
    It would be to the eastNorth and then east and then north again
    The lift of finding another milestone kept me moving despite the growing weariness in my legs
    Melanie urged me on, chanting encouragements when I slowed, thinking of Jared and Jamie
    when I turned apatheticMy progress was steady, and I waited till Melanie okayed each drink,
    even though the inside of my throat felt hermes wallet as though it was blistering
    I had to admit that I was proud of myself for being so toughWhen the dirt road appeared, it
    seemed like a rewardIt snaked toward the north, the direction I was already headed, but
    Melanie was skittish
    I don't like the look of it,she insisted
    The road was just a sallow line through the scrub, defined only by its smoother texture and lack
    of vegetationAncient tire tracks made a double depression, centered in the single lane
    When it goes the wrong way, we'll leave it was already walking down the middle of the
    trackst's easier than weaving through the creosote and watching out for cholla
    She didn't answer, but her unease made me feel a little paranoidI kept up my search for the
    next formation–a perfectM, two matching volcanic points–but I also watched the tiffany diamond desert around
    me more carefully than before
    Because I was paying extra attention, I noticed the gray smudge in the distance long before I
    could make out what it wasI wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me and blinked
    against the dust that clouded themThe color seemed wrong for a rock, and the shape too solid
    for a treeI squinted into the brightness, making guesses
    Then I blinked again, and the smudge suddenly jumped into a structured shape, closer than I'd
    been thinkingIt was some kind of house or building, small and weathered to a dull gray
    Melanie's spike of panic had me dancing off the narrow lane and into the dubious cover of the
    barren brush'm sure it's abandoned
    How do you know?She was holding back so hard that I had to concentrate on my feet before I
    could move them omega usa forward

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