Had I lived on the other side of the street, I would have gone to a different school with kids
from families more like mine. After grade six, these kids and I would go on to the public
intermediate and high school. There was no private school for them or for me. My dad
finally put down the paper. I 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, smiling. Even then I knew that really meant, “That’s all
I’m going to tell you,” or “I don’t know the answer, so don’t embarrass me.”
Dostları ilə paylaş: