Bora Demetja X-7A Pages 32-33

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"The rich don't,” said rich dad with a smile. “The poor and the middle class do. I'll bet you that I earn more than your dad, yet he pays more in taxes.”

“How can that be?” I asked. As a 9-year-old boy, that made no sense to me. “Why would someone let the government do that to them?”

Rich dad sat there in silence. I guess he wanted me to listen instead of jabber away at the mouth.

Finally, I calmed down. I did not like what I had heard. I knew my dad complained constantly about paying so much in taxes, but really did nothing about it. Was that life pushing him around?

Rich dad rocked slowly and silently in his chair, just looking at me.

“Ready to learn?” he asked.

I nodded my head slowly.

“As I said, there is a lot to learn. Learning how to have money work for you is a lifetime study. Most people go to college for four years, and their education ends. I already know that my study of money will continue over my lifetime, simply because the more I Find out, the more I find out I need to know. Most people never study the subject. They go to work, get their paycheck, balance their checkbooks, and that's it. On top of that, they wonder why they have money problems. Then, they think that more money will solve the problem. Few realize that it's their lack of financial education that is the problem.”

“So my dad has tax problems because he doesn't understand money?” I asked, confused.

“Look,” said rich dad. “Taxes are just one small section on learning how to have money work for you. Today, I just wanted to find out if you still have the passion to learn about money. Most people don't. They want to go to school, learn a profession, have fun at their work, and earn lots of money. One day they wake up with big money problems, and then they can't stop working. That's the price of only knowing how to work for money instead of studying how to have money work for you. So do you still have the passion to learn?” asked rich dad.

I nodded my head.

“Good,” said rich dad. “Now get back to work. This time, I will pay you nothing.”

“What?” I asked in amazement.

"You heard me. Nothing. You will work the same three hours every

Saturday, but this time you will not be paid 10 cents per hour. You said you

wanted to learn to not work for money, so I'm not going to pay you anything."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

“I've already had this conversation with Mike. He's already working, dusting

and stacking canned goods for free. You'd better hurry and get back there.”

That's not fair,” I shouted. “You've got to pay something.”

“You said you wanted to learn. If you don't learn this now, you'll grow up to be like the two women and the older man sitting in my living room, working for money and hoping I don't fire them. Or like your dad, earning lots of money only to be in debt up to his eyeballs, hoping more money will solve the problem. If that's what you want, I'll go back to our original deal of 10 cents an hour. Or you can do what most people grow up to do. Complain that there is not enough pay, quit and go looking for another job.”

“But what do I do?” I asked.

Rich dad tapped me on the head. “Use this,” he said. “If you use it well, you will soon thank me for giving you an opportunity, and you will grow into a rich man.”

I stood there still not believing what a raw deal I had been handed. Here I came to ask for a raise, and now I was being told to keep working for nothing.

Rich dad tapped me on the head again and said, “Use this. Now get out of here and get back to work.”

LESSON #l: The Rich Don't Work For Money

I didn't tell my poor dad I wasn't being paid. He would not have understood, and I did not want to try to explain something that I did not yet understand myself.

For three more weeks, Mike and I worked for three hours, every Saturday, for nothing. The work didn't bother me, and the routine got easier. It was the missed baseball games and not being able to afford to buy a few comic books that got to me.

Rich dad stopped by at noon on the third week. We heard his truck pull up in the parking lot and sputter when the engine was turned off. He entered the store and greeted Mrs. Martin with a hug. After finding out how things were going in the store, he reached into the ice-cream freezer, pulled out two bars, paid for them, and signalled to Mike and me.

“Let's go for a walk boys.”

We crossed the street, dodging a few cars, and walked across a large grassy field, where a few adults were playing softball. Sitting down at a remote picnic table, he handed Mike and me the ice-cream bars.

“How's it going boys?”

“OK,” Mike said.

I nodded in agreement.

“Learn anything yet?” rich dad asked.

Mike and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and shook our heads

in unison.

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"Te pasurit nuk bejne" tha babai i pasur me nje buzeqeshje." Te varferit dhe  klasa e mesme bejne. Une ve bast se une fitoj me shume se babai yt, ai akoma pa

guan shume taksa."

" Si mund te jete? " pyeta une. Si nje djale 9 vjecare, ajo nuk bente sens per mua. " Pse dikuah duhet ta linte qeverine tua bente dicka te tille atyre?"

Babai i pasur u ul atje ne heshtje. Une mendoj se ai do donte qe une te degjoja ne vend qe te hidesha lart ne goje. 

Me ne fund u qetesova. Une nuk e pelqeva ate qe degjova. E dija qe babai im ankohej vazhdimisht per pagimin e kaq shume taksave, por ne te vertete nuk beri asgje per kete. A po e shtynte kjo jete ate?

Babai i pasurr u lekund ngadale dhe heshtur ne karrigen e tij,thjesht me shikonte mua.

"Gati per te mesuar?" pyeti ai.

Une tunda koken me ngadale.

"Sic thashe, ka shume per te mesuar. Te mesosh se si te kesh para pune per ty eshte nje studim gjate gjithe jetes. Shumica e njerezve shkon ne kolegj per kater vite, dhe edukimi i tyre mbaron. Une tashme e di se studimi per para do te vazhdoje gjate gjithe jetes time, thjesht sepse sa me shume zbuloj, me shume zbuloj se sa duhet te di. Shumica e njerezve nuk e studiojne kurre kete teme. Ata shkojne ne pune, marrin listat e pagave, ekuilibrojne librat e ceqeve dhe kaq. Dhe per me teper ata pyesin se pse kane probleme me parate. Dhe me pas ata mendojne se me shume para do ta zgjidhin problemin. Pak e mendojne se problemi eshte mungesa e edukimit te tyre financiar.

"Pra babi im ka probleme me taksat prandaj nuk i kupton parate?" pyeta une konfuz.

"Shiko" tha babai i pasur. Taksat jane thjesht nje seksion i vogel per te mesuar se si te kesh para per ty. Sot, une dua te zbuloj nese ti e ke akoma pasionin per te mesuar rreth parave. Shumica e njerezve nuk e kane. Ata duan te shkojne ne shkolle, te mesojne nje profesion, te bejne qejfe ne pune dhe te fitojne shume para. Nje dite ata zgjohen me probleme shume te medha parash, dhe pastaj ata nuk pushojne se punuari. Ky eshte cmimi i vetem te diturit se si te punosh per para ne vend qe te studiosh se si te  kesh para per ty. Atehere, a e ke ti akoma pasionin per te mesuar?" pyeti babai i pasur

Une tunda koken.

"Mire" tha babai i pasur. "Kthehemi ne pune. Kete here nuk do t'ju paguaj asgje."

"Cfare?" pyeta une me habi.

"Me degjive. Asgje. Ti do te punosh per tre ore cdo te shtune, por kete here ti nuk do te paguhesh 10 cent per ore. Ti the qwe deshiroje te mesoje te mos punoje per para, keshtu qe nuk do te te paguaj asgje."

Une nuk mund te besoja a se cfare degjova.

"Une tashme e kam pasur kete bisede dhe me Majk. Ai tashme punon, pluhuros dhe grumbullon mallrat e konservuara falas. Ti ben mire te nxitosh dhe te kthehesh atje."

"Kjo nuk eshte e drejte" bertita une. "Ti duhet te me paguash dicka."

"Ti the se doje te mesoje. Nese nuk e meson kete tani, ti do te rritesh si dy grate dhe burri i moshuar qe ulen ne dhomen time te pritjes, duke punuar per para dhe duke shpresuar se une  nuk do ti pushoj nga puna. Ose si babai juaj duke punuar per dhume para vetem per te qene ne borxh deri ne bebet e syve te tij, dhe duke shpresuar qe shume para mund ta zgjidhin problemin. Nese kjo eshte ajo qe ti do, atehere mund te kthehemi te marreveshja jone origjinale me 10 cent per ore. Ose mund te beni ate qe shumica e njerzve rriten per te bere. Ankohu se nuk ka page te mjaftueshme , lere dhe shko shikoper nje pune tjeter."

"Por cfare duhet te bej?" pyeta une.

Babai i pasur me preku ne koke. "Perdere kete" tha ai. Nese e perdor mire, ti se shpejti do te me falenderosh mua qe te dhash nje mundesi,dhe do te rritesh ne nje burre te pasur.

Une qendrova atje duke mos besuar se cfare marrevshje te papaerpunuar me kishin dhene.Ketu une erdhe te kerkoja nje ngritje,dhe tani me thane te vazhdoja te punoja per asgje.

Babai i pasur me preku perseri ne koke dhe tha: "Perdere kete.Tni ik nga ketu dhe kthehu ne pune".

MESIMI #1: Te pasurit nuk punojne per para.

Une nuk i thash babait tim te gjore qe nuk po me paguanin. Ai nuk do ta kishte kuptuar, dhe une nuk doja te perpiqesha te shpjegija dicka qe as vete muk e kisha kuptuar.

Per me shume se tre jave, Mjk dhe une punuam tre ore cdo te shtune, per asgje. Puna nuk me shqetesoi dhe rutina u be me e lehte. Ishin lojerat e humbura te bejsbollit dhe, te mos qenia ne gjendje te perballoja blerjen e disa librave komik qe me erdhen.

Babai i pasur ndaloi ne mesdite te javes se trete. Ne degjuam kamionin e tij qe terhiqej ne parking dhe qe sperkaste kur motorri ishte i fikur. Ai hyri ne dyqan dhe pershendeti zonjen Martin me nje perqafim. Pasi zbuloi se si gjerat kishin shkuar ne dyqan, ai u drejtua ne frigoriferin e akullores, nxorri dy shufra, pagoi per ato dhe na e beri me shenje mua dhe Majkut.

"Shkojme per nje ecje djema."

Ne kaluam rrugen, duke shmandur disa makina dhe kaluam permes nje fushe te madhe me bar, ku disa te rritur po luanin softball.

"Si po shkon djema?"

"Ok" tha Majk.

Une tunda koken ne aprovim.

"Mesuat ndonje gje akoma?"pyeti babai i pasur.

Une dhe Majk pame njeri tjetrein, ngritem supet dhe tundem koken.