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When I Grow Up I Want To Be The Richest Man In The World - by A.B.King

   Once upon a time not far back in time at all, there lived a little boy named Eric who hated to read books or engage in any educational activity. He lived in a large Christian orphanage and like every other kid in the orphanage he barely had enough to eat each day. He hated being hungry. He hated being poor. He hated not having the toys that he wanted. He wished and dreamt of having money more than anything else in the world.   One day, one of the teachers asked the kids what they wanted to be when they grow up. Some said they would like to be doctors, some said lawyers, some said astronauts but when it go to Eric’s turn, Eric stood up and screamed out what he wanted more anything else in the world: “WHEN I GROW UP I WANT TO BE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD.”   The class fell silent. Everyone knew that Eric hated anything educational or class related so his enthusiasm and the emotions behind the sad reality of where they were, their dreams and what he said really changed the atmosphere.   After a few minutes, when the lady who could was teaching the class could speak again, she quickly changed the topic of discussion.   Hours later when the classes where over and the other kids had left the classroom, Eric met the teacher and asked her if there was anything wrong with what he wanted to be when he grew up.   The teacher looked at him with a strange but soft face and said, “No.”   She asked him if he was sure that that was what he really wanted.   “More than anything else in the world”, he replied.   “Ok! I’ill help you” she said. She said a little prayer with Eric then told him he can go.Eric ran off to play as usual.   As early as 3am the next day, something unusual happened. The teacher woke up Eric from sleep that early and told him to go to the orphanage library and start reading.   Eric was like, what? What are doing? What does this mean? It’s too early I should still be asleep right now.   But the teacher said No! that he said he wants to be the richest man in the world when he grows up and if he is going to be that he has to start now to read books on money. Great readers don’t only read all day, they read most of the night too. If you want to be better than others in something you would have to prepare and train yourself for it better than others do. For example when others are sleeping you are training (reading in this case). You have to separate yourself from others and sometimes totally cut off certain friendships just to ensure you don’t have a friend that would prevent or distract you from doing the things necessary for you to achieve your dreams. In Eric’s case, it would mean playing with his friends moves to ‘bottom of the ocean priority’.   “Now, Eric do you still want to be the richest man in the world when you grow up?” the teacher asked Eric as she stood by his bed side.   Eric was dumb founded. He wasn’t sure of what he wanted anymore.   Now, I (Alfred Benjamin King) ask you who are reading this story, “ARE YOU WINNING TO DO WHAT IT TAKES TO ACHIEVE WHAT YOU SAY YOU WANT TO ACHIEVE?”
THE END.

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