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  Thi r t y C ent s Later   B y 9:0 0 a.m . tha t da y , M ik e an d I w e r e wo r kin g fo r Mrs . M a r tin. S h e wa s a kin d an d patien t woman . S h e alway s sai d tha t M ik e an d I r eminde d he r o f he r tw o g r o w n sons . Althoug h kind , sh e believe d i n ha r d wo r k an d kep t u s m o ving . W e spen t th r e e hour s takin g canne d good s off th e shel v es , b r ushin g eac h ca n wit h a feathe r duste r t o ge t th e dus t off, an d the n r e-stackin g the m neatl y . I t wa s e x c r uciatingl y borin g wo r k.        M ik e ’ s dad, whom I call my rich dad, o wned nine of these little supe r ettes, each with a large pa r king lot. They w e r e the early v ersion of the 7- E le v en con v enience sto r es, little neighborhood g r oce r y sto r es whe r e people bought items such as milk, b r ead, butte r...

 Rich dad poor dad Today I often wonder what will soon happen when we have millions of people who need financial and medical assistance. They will be dependent upon their families or the government for financial support. What will happen when Medicare and Social Security run out of money? How will a nation survive if teaching children about money continues to be left to parents—most of whom will be, or already are, poor? Because I had two influential fathers, I learned from both of them. I had to think about each dad’s advice, and in doing so, I gained valuable insight into the power and effect of one’s thoughts on one’s life. For example, one dad had a habit of saying, “I can’t afford it.” The other dad forbade those words to be used. He insisted I ask, “How can I afford it?” One is a statement, and the other is a question. One lets you off the hook, and the other forces you to think. My soon-to-be-rich dad would explain that by automatically saying the words “I can’t afford...

 Pages;16&17//Faqet;16&17 Thirty Cents Later By 9:00 a.m. that day, Mike and I were working for Mrs. Martin. She was a kind and patient woman. She always said that Mike and I reminded her of her two grown sons. Although kind, she believed in hard work and kept us moving. We spent three hours taking canned goods off the shelves, brushing each can with a feather duster to get the dust off, and then re-stacking them neatly. It was excruciatingly boring work. 16 Mike’s dad, whom I call my rich dad, owned nine of these little superettes, each with a large parking lot. They were the early version of the 7-Eleven convenience stores, little neighborhood grocery stores where people bought items such as milk, bread, butter, and cigarettes. The problem was that this was Hawaii before air-conditioning was widely used, and the stores could not close their doors because of the heat. On two sides of the store, the doors had to be wide open to the road and parking lot. Every time a car dro...

The Lessons Begin Mike and I met with his dad that morning at eight o’clock. He was already busy, having been at work for more than an hour. His construction supervisor was just leaving in his pickup truck as I walked up to his simple, small, and tidy home. Mike met me at the door. “Dad’s on the phone, and he said to wait on the back porch,” Mike said as he opened the door. The old wooden floor creaked as I stepped across the threshold of the aging house. There was a cheap mat just inside the door. The mat was there to hide the years of wear from countless footsteps that the floor had supported. Although clean, it needed to be replaced. I felt claustrophobic as I entered the narrow living room that was filled with old musty overstuffed furniture that today would be collectors’ items. Sitting on the couch were two women, both a little older than my mom. Across from the women sat a man in workman’s clothes. He wore khaki slacks and a khaki shirt, neatly pressed but without starch, and po...

  Project “ Rich Dad, Poor Dad” “ Baba i pasur, Baba i varfer” Subject: Translation (English) Class: XI Worked by: Pamela Qyrani Lenda: Perkthim (Anglisht) Klasa: XI Punoi: Pamela Qyrani Chapter One: Lesson 1 Page: 22, 23 Kapitulli 1: Mesimi 1 Faqja: 22, 23 “But you are.” “Well, keep that attitude and you’ll learn nothing. Keep the attitude that I’m the problem and what choices do you have?” “Well, if you don’t pay me more or show me more respect and teach me, I’ll quit.” “Well put,” rich dad said. “And that’s exactly what most people do. They quit and go looking for another job, a better opportunity, and higher pay, actually thinking that this will solve the problem. In most cases, it won’t.” “So what should I do?” I asked. “Just take this measly 10 cents an hour and smile?” Rich dad smiled. “That’s what the other people do. But that’s all they do, waiting for a raise thinking t...