A young man asked an old rich man how he made
his money. The old guy fingered his worsted wool
vest and said,
"Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great
Depression. I was down to my last nickel. I invested
that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day
polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold
the apple for ten cents.
The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two
apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and
sold them at 5:00 pm for 20 cents. I continued this
system for a month, by the end of which I'd accum-
ulated a fortune of $1.37.
Then my wife's father died and left us two million
dollars."
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle