按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
h kind； she believed in hard work and she kept us working。 She was a task master。 We spent three hours taking canned goods off the shelves and； with a feather duster； brushing each can to get the dust off； and then re…stacking them neatly。 It was excruciatingly boring work。
Mike's dad； whom I call my rich dad； owned nine of these little superettes with large parking lots。 They were the early version of the 7…11 convenience stores。 Little neighborhood grocery stores where people bought items such as milk； bread； butter and cigarettes。 The problem was； this was Hawaii before air conditioning； and the stores could not close its 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 drove by or pulled into the parking lot； dust would swirl and settle in the store。
Hence； we had a job for as long as there was no air conditioning。
For three weeks； Mike and I reported to Mrs。 Martin and worked our three hours。 By noon； our work was over； and she dropped three little dimes in each of our hands。 Now； even at the age of 9 in the mid…1950s； 30 cents was not too exciting。 ic books cost 10 cents back then； so I usually spent my money on ic books and went home。
By Wednesday of the fourth week； I was ready to quit。 I had agreed to work only because I wanted to learn to make money from Mike's dad； and now I was a slave for 10 cents an hour。 On top of that； I had not seen Mike's dad since that first Saturday。
〃I'm quitting；〃 I told Mike at lunchtime。 The school lunch was miserable。 School was boring； and now I did not even have my Saturdays to look forward to。 But it was the 30 cents that really got to me。
This time Mike smiled。
〃What are you laughing at？〃 I asked with anger and frustration。
〃Dad said this would happen。 He said to meet with him when you were ready to quit。〃
〃What？〃 I said indignantly。 〃He's been waiting for me to get fed up？〃
〃Sort of；〃 Mike said。 〃Dad's kind of different。 He teaches differently from your dad。 Your mom and dad lecture a lot。 My dad is quiet and a man of few words。 You just wait till this Saturday。 I'll tell him 。you're ready。〃
〃You mean I've been set up？〃
〃No； not really； but maybe。 Dad will explain on Saturday。〃
Waiting in Line on Saturday
I was ready to face him and I was prepared。 Even my real dad was angry with him。 My real dad； the one I call the poor one； thought that my rich dad was violating child labor laws and should be investigated。
My educated poor dad told me to demand what I deserve。 At least 25 cents an hour。 My poor dad told me that if I did not get a raise； I ediately。
〃You don't need that damned job anyway；〃 said my poor dad with indignity。
At 8 o'clock Saturday morning； I was going through the same rickety door of Mike's house。
〃Take a seat and wait in line；〃 Mike's dad said as I entered。 He turned and disappeared into his little office next to a bedroom。
I looked around the room and did not see Mike anywhere。 Feeling awkward； I cautiously sat down next to the same two women who where there four weeks earlier。 They smiled and slid across the couch to make room for me。
Forty…five minutes went by； and I was steaming。 The two women had met with him and left thirty minutes earlier。 An older gentleman was in there for twenty minutes and was also gone。
The house was empty； and I sat out in his musty dark living room on a beautiful sunny Hawaiian day； waiting to talk to a cheapskate who exploited children。 I could hear him rustling around the office； talking on the phone； and ignoring me。 I was now ready to walk out； but for some reason I stayed。
Finally； fifteen minutes later； at exactly 9 o'clock； rich dad walked out of his office； said nothing； and signaled with his hand for me to enter his dingy office。
〃I understand you want a raise or you're going to quit；〃 rich dad said as he swiveled in his office chair。
〃Well； you're not keeping your end of the bargain；〃 I blurted out nearly in tears。 It was really frightening for a 9…year…old boy to confront a grownup。
〃You said that you would teach me if I worked for you。 Well； I've worked for you。 I've worked hard。 I've given up my baseball games to work for you。 And you don't keep your word。 You haven't taught me anything。 You are a crook like everyone in town thinks you are。 You're greedy。 You want all the money and don't take care of your employees。 You make me wait and don't show me any respect。 I'm only a little boy； and I deserve to be treated better。〃
Rich dad rocked back in his swivel chair； hands up to his chin； somewhat staring at me。 It was like he was studying me。
〃Not bad；〃 he said。 〃In less than a month； you sound like most of my employees。〃
〃What？〃 I asked。 Not understanding what he was saying； I continued with my grievance。 〃I thought you were going to keep your end of the bargain and teach me。 Instead you want to torture me？ That's cruel。 That's really cruel。〃
〃I am teaching you；〃 rich dad said quietly。
〃What have you taught me？ Nothing！〃 I said angrily。 〃You haven't even talked to me once since I agreed to work for peanuts。 Ten cents an hour。 Hah！ I should notify the government about you。
We have child labor laws； you know。 My dad works for the government； you know。〃
〃Wow！〃 said rich dad。 〃Now you sound just like most of the people who used to work for me。 People I've either fired or they've quit。〃
〃So what do you have to say？〃 I demanded； feeling pretty brave for a little kid。 〃You lied to me。 I've worked for you； and you have not kept your word。 You haven't taught me anything。〃
〃How do you know that I've not taught you anything？〃 asked rich dad calmly。
〃Well； you've never talked to me。 I've worked for three weeks； and you have not taught me anything；〃 I said with a pout。
〃Does teaching mean talking or a lecture？〃 rich dad asked。
〃Well； yes；〃 I replied。
〃That's how they teach you in school；〃 he said smiling。 〃But that is not how life teaches you； and I would say that life is the best teacher of all。 Most of the time； life does not talk to you。 It just sort of pushes you around。 Each push is life saying； ‘Wake up。 There's something I want you to learn。' 〃
〃What is this man talking about？〃 I asked myself silently。 〃Life pushing me around was life talking to me？〃 Noy job。 I was talking to someone who needed to be locked up。
〃If you learn life's lessons； you will do well。 If not； life will just continue to push you around。 People do two things。 Some just let life push them around。 Others get angry and push back。 But they push back against their boss； or their job； or their husband or wife。 They do not know it's life that's pushing。〃
I had no idea what he was talking about。
〃Life pushes all of us around。 Some give up。 Others fight。 A few learn the lesson and move on。 They wele life pushing them around。 To these few people； it means they need and want to learn something。 They learn and move on。 Most quit； and a few like you fight。〃
Rich dad stood and shut the creaky old wooden window that needed repair。 〃If you learn this lesson； you will grow into a wise； wealthy and happy young man。 If you don't； you will spend your life blaming a job； low pay or your boss for your problems。 You'll live life hoping for that big break that will solve all your money problems。〃
Rich dad looked over at me to see if I was still listening。 His eyes met mine。 We stared at each other； streams of munication going between us through our eyes。 Finally； I pulled away once I had absorbed his last message。 I knew he was right。 I was blaming him； and I did ask to learn。 I was fighting。
Rich dad continued。 〃Or if you're the kind of person who has no guts； you just give up every time life pushes you。 If you're that kind of person； you'll live all your life playing it safe； doing the right things； saving yourself for some event that never happens。 Then； you die a boring old man。 You'll have lots of friends who really like you because you were such a nice hard…working guy。 You spent a life playing it safe； doing the right things。 But the truth is； you let life push you into submission。 Deep down you were terrified of taking risks。 You really wanted to win； but the fear of losing was greater than the excitement of winning。 Deep inside； you and only you will know