t back to work。〃
LESSON #l： The Rich Don't Work For Money
I didn't tell my poor dad I wasn't being paid。 He would not have understood； and I did not want to try to explain something that I did not yet understand myself。
For three more weeks； Mike and I worked for three hours； every Saturday； for nothing。 The work didn't bother me； and the routine got easier。 It was the missed baseball games and not being able to afford to buy a few ic books that got to me。
Rich dad stopped by at noon on the third week。 We heard his truck pull up in the parking lot and sputter when the engine was turned off。 He entered the store and greeted Mrs。 Martin with a hug。 After finding out how things were going in the store； he reached into the ice…cream freezer； pulled out two bars； paid for them； and signalled to Mike and me。
〃Let's go for a walk boys。〃
We crossed the street； dodging a few cars； and walked across a large grassy field； where a few adults were playing softball。 Sitting down at a remote picnic table； he handed Mike and me the ice…cream bars。
〃How's it going boys？〃
〃OK；〃 Mike said。
I nodded in agreement。
〃Learn anything yet？〃 rich dad asked。
Mike and I looked at each other； shrugged our shoulders and shook our heads in unison。
Avoiding One of Life's Biggest Traps
〃Well； you boys had better start thinking。 You're staring at one of life's biggest lessons。 If you learn the lesson； you'll enjoy a life of great freedom and security。 If you don't learn the lesson； you'll wind up like Mrs。 Martin and most of the people playing softball in this park。 They work very hard； for little money； clinging to the illusion of job security； looking forward to a three…week vacation each year and a skimpy pensio