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r 30 years。
This book is about those six lessons; put as simply as possible as my rich dad put forth those lessons to me。
The lessons are not meant to be answers but guideposts。
Guideposts that will assist you and your children to grow wealthier no matter what happens in a world of increasing change and uncertainty。
Lesson #1 The Rich Dont Work for Money
Lesson #2 Why Teach Financial Literacy?
Lesson #3 Mind Your own Business
Lesson #4 The History of Taxes and the Power of Corporations
Lesson #5 The Rich Invent Money
Lesson #6 Work to Learn Dont Work for Money
CHAPTER TWO
Lesson One: The Rich Dont Work For Money
〃Dad; Can You Tell Me How to Get Rich?〃
My dad put down the evening paper。
〃Why do you want to get rich; son?〃
〃Because today Jimmys mom drove up in their new Cadillac; and they were going to their beach house for the weekend。
He took three of his friends; but Mike and I werent invited。
They told us we werent invited because we were ‘poor kids。
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〃They did?〃 my dad asked incredulously。
〃Yeah; they did。
〃 I replied in a hurt tone。
My dad silently shook his head; pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and went back to reading the paper。
I stood waiting for an answer。
The year was 1956。
I was 9 years old。
By some twist of fate; I attended the same public school where the rich people sent their kids。
We were primarily a sugar plantation town。
The managers of the plantation and the other affluent people of the town; such as doctors; business owners; and bankers; sent their children to this school; grades 1 to 6。
After grade 6; their children were generally sent off to private schools。
Because my family lived on one side of the street; I went to this school。
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 6;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。