Awestruck, any thought about ice cream was banished from my brain. I was face to face with my dream car: a Lamborghini Countach famous from hit 80’s movie, Cannonball Run. I plotted the flavor of my next indulgence and headed toward the ice cream parlor. That day was like any other day: I sought ice cream. When I did move, the local ice cream shop was often my target a sugary delight was a motive I could always count on. My exertions at the time were epitomized by a long broken broomstick I used it as the TV’s remote control since the real one was broken and I was to lazy to move. I wasn’t interested in teenage girls or playing sports but donuts, video games, and bowling. I grew up in Chicago and was a porky kid with few friends. The 90 Seconds That Changed My Life – And Could Change Yours Too. “Get Rich Slow” made it abundantly clear: Go to school, get a job, save 10 percent, be miserly, and, someday, I can retire rich, albeit, old, and give up on those grandiose ideas of freedom, mountainside homes, and exotic cars. So, early in life, I gave up on the idea. Common roads to wealth for the young are competitive and require talent become an actor, a musician, an entertainer, or a pro athlete- all familiar roads that had a big “ROAD CLOSED” sign that laughed “Not a chance MJ!” Wealth and youth was an equation that didn’t compute to me simply because I didn’t have the physical capabilities. As a teenager, I never gave myself a chance of becoming wealthy young.
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