As if on cue
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Rich dad pulled a dollar out of his wallet and gestured to the older man. Seeing the money
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"He's not much different from most of my employees," said rich dad. "I've met so many people who say
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As I sat there listening to my rich dad, my mind was flashing back to the countless times my own dad said, "I'm not interested in money." He said those words often. He also covered himself by always saying, "I work because I love my job."