“Okay, I’ll pay you a dollar an hour,” rich dad said, with a sly grin.Rich Dad Poor Dad
When you don’t state your price, they’ll state it for you.
My little brain and heart nearly exploded. After all, it was 1956 and being paid $2 an hour would have made me the richest kid in the world. I couldn’t imagine earning that kind of money. I wanted to say yes. I wanted the deal. I could picture a new bicycle, new baseball glove, and the adoration of my friends when I flashed some cash.Rich Dad Poor Dad
On top of that, Jimmy and his rich friends could never call me poor again. But somehow my mouth stayed shut.
He couldn’t imagine earning that kind of money? Also, Jimmy’s rich friends would never call him poor again? See where our hearts are? I could absolutely relate. Happened to me when I was a child, to be honest. Best friend Billy Warden would repeatedly call me “poor, poor, poor”….and I would always look at him not in disgust, but in amazement. Why a friend would call another friend poor? I should’ve disowned him then, but who ended up being really really poor? Billy himself
“Okay, five dollars an hour.”
Suddenly I was silent. Something had changed. The offer was too big and ridiculous. Not many grown-ups in 1956 made more than that, but quickly my temptation disappeared, and calm set in. Slowly, I turned to my left to look at Mike. He looked back at me. The part of my soul that was weak and needy was silenced. The part of me that
People’s lives are forever controlled by two emotions: fear and greed.Rich Dad Poor Dad
had no price took over. I knew Mike had gotten to that point too.
“Good,” rich dad said softly. “Most people have a price. And they have a price because of human emotions named fear and greed. First, the fear of being without money motivates us to work hard, and then once we get that paycheck, greed or desire starts us thinking about all the wonderful things money can buy. The pattern is then set.”
“That’s correct,” said rich dad. “Instead of admitting the truth about how they feel, they react to their feelings and fail to think. They feel the fear so they go to work, hoping that money will soothe the fear, but it doesn’t. It continues to haunt them and they return to work, hoping again that money will calm their fears, and again it doesn’t. Fear keeps them in this trap of working, earning money, working, earning money, hoping the fear will go away. But every day they get up, and that old fear wakes up with them. For millions of people that old fear keeps them awake all night, causing a night of turmoil and worry. So they get up and go to work, hoping that a paycheck will kill that fear gnawing at their soul. Money is running their lives, and they refuse to tell the truth about that. Money is in control of their emotions and their souls.”Rich Dad Poor Dad