“I don’t understand,” I said with a frown.
“Don’t worry about that for now. Just know that it’s fear that keeps
most people working at a job: the fear of not paying their bills, the fear
of being fired, the fear of not having enough money, and the fear of
starting over. That’s the price of studying to learn a profession or trade,
and then working for money. Most people become a slave to money—
and then get angry at their boss.”
“Learning to have money work for you is a completely different
course of study?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” rich dad answered. “Absolutely.”
We sat in silence on that beautiful Hawaiian Saturday morning. My
friends had just started their Little League baseball game, but for some
reason I was now thankful I had decided to work for 10 cents an hour.
I sensed that I was about to learn something my friends wouldn’t learn
in school.
“Ready to learn?” asked rich dad.
“Absolutely,” I said with a grin.
“I have kept my promise. I’ve been teaching you from afar,” my rich
dad said. “At nine years old, you’ve gotten a taste of what it feels like to
work for money. Just multiply your last month by fifty years and you
will have an idea of what most people spend their life doing.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“How did you feel waiting in line to see me, once to get hired and
once to ask for more money?”
“Terrible,” I said.
“If you choose to work for money, that is what life will be like,” said
rich dad.
“And how did you feel when Mrs. Martin dropped three dimes in
your hand for three hours of work?”
“I felt like it wasn’t enough. It seemed like nothing. I was
disappointed,” I said.
“And that is how most employees feel when they look at their
paychecks—especially after all the tax and other deductions are taken
out. At least you got 100 percent.”
“You mean most workers don’t get paid everything?” I asked
with amazement.
“Heavens no!” said rich dad. “The government always takes its
share first.”
“How do they do that?” I asked.
“Taxes,” said rich dad. “You’re taxed when you earn. You’re
taxed when you spend. You’re taxed when you save. You’re taxed
when you die.”
“Why do people let the government do that to them?”
“The rich don’t,” said rich dad with a smile. “The poor and the
middle class do. I’ll bet you that I earn more than your dad, yet he
pays more in taxes.”
“How can that be?” I asked. At my age, that made no sense to me.
“Why would someone let the government do that to them?”
Rich dad rocked slowly and silently in his chair, just looking at me.
“Ready to learn?” he asked.
I nodded my head slowly.
“As I said, there is a lot to learn. Learning how to have money work
for you is a lifetime study. Most people go to college for four years,
and their education ends. I already know that my study of money will
continue over my lifetime, simply because the more I find out, the
more I find out I need to know. Most people never study the subject.
They go to work, get their paycheck, balance their checkbooks, and
that’s it. Then they wonder why they have money problems. They think
that more money will solve the problem and don’t realize that it’s their
lack of financial education that is the problem.”
“So my dad has tax problems because he doesn’t understand
money?” I asked, confused.
“Look,” said rich dad, “taxes are just one small section on learning
how to have money work for you. Today, I just wanted to find out if
you still have the passion to learn about money. Most people don’t.
They want to go to school, learn a profession, have fun at their work,
and earn lots of money. One day they wake up with big money
problems, and then they can’t stop working. That’s the price of only
knowing how to work for money instead of studying how to have
money work for you. So do you still have the passion to learn?” asked
rich dad.
I nodded my head.
“Good,” said rich dad. “Now get back to work. This time, I will
pay you nothing.”
“What?” I asked in amazement.
“You heard me. Nothing. You will work the same three hours
every Saturday, but this time you will not be paid 10 cents per hour.
You said you wanted to learn to not work for money, so I’m not going
to pay you anything.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“I’ve already had this conversation with Mike and he’s already
working, dusting and stacking canned goods for free. You’d better
hurry and get back there.”
“That’s not fair,” I shouted. “You’ve got to pay something!”
“You said you wanted to learn. If you don’t learn this now, you’ll
grow up to be like the two women and the older man sitting in my
living room, working for money and hoping I don’t fire them. Or like
your dad, earning lots of money only to be in debt up to his eyeballs,
hoping more money will solve the problem. If that’s what you want,
I’ll go back to our original deal of 10 cents an hour. Or you can do
what most adults do: Complain that there is not enough pay, quit,
and go looking for another job.”
“But what do I do?” I asked.
Rich dad tapped me on the head. “Use this,” he said. “If you use
it well, you will soon thank me for giving you an opportunity and
you will grow into a rich man.”
I stood there, still not believing what a raw deal I was handed. I came
to ask for a raise, and somehow I was instead working for nothing.
Rich dad tapped me on the head again and said, “Use this. Now
get out of here and get back to work.”
Lesson #1: The Rich Don’t Work for Money
I didn’t tell my poor dad I wasn’t being paid. He wouldn’t have
understood, and I didn’t want to try to explain something I didn’t
understand myself.
For three more weeks, Mike and I worked three hours every
Saturday for nothing. The work didn’t bother me, and the routine
got easier, but it was the missed baseball games and not being able
to afford to buy a few comic 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 signaled
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 lone picnic table, he handed Mike and me the treats.
“How’s it going, boys?”
“Okay,” 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 it, you’ll enjoy a life of great freedom
and security. If you don’t, 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 and looking forward to a
three-week vacation each year and maybe a skimpy pension after fortyfive
years of service. If that excites you, I’ll give you a raise to 25 cents
an hour.”
“But these are good hardworking people. Are you making fun of
them?” I demanded.
A smile came over rich dad’s face.
“Mrs. Martin is like a mother to me. I would never be that cruel.
I may sound unkind because I’m doing my best to point something out
to the two of you. I want to expand your point of view so you can see
something most people never have the benefit of seeing because their
vision is too narrow. Most people never see the trap they are in.”
Mike and I sat there, uncertain of his message. He sounded cruel,
yet we could sense he was trying to drive home a point.
With a smile, rich dad said, “Doesn’t that 25 cents an hour sound
good? Doesn’t it make your heart beat a little faster?”
I shook my head no, but it really did. Twenty-five cents an hour
would be big bucks to me.
“Okay, I’ll pay you a dollar an hour,” rich dad said, with a sly grin.
Now my heart started to race. My brain was screaming, “Take it.
Take it.” I could not believe what I was hearing. Still, I said nothing.
“Okay, two dollars an hour.”
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.
On top of that, Jimmy and his rich friends could never call me poor
again. But somehow my mouth stayed shut.
The ice cream had melted and was running down my hand. Rich
dad was looking at two boys staring back at him, eyes wide open and
brains empty. He was testing us, and he knew there was a part of our
emotions that wanted to take the deal. He understood that every
person has a weak and needy part of their soul that can be bought,
and he knew that every individual also had a part of their soul that
was resilient and could never be bought. It was only a question of
which one was stronger.
“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
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.”
“What pattern?” I asked.
“The pattern of get up, go to work, pay bills; get up, go to work,
pay bills. People’s lives are forever controlled by two emotions: fear
and greed. Offer them more money and they continue the cycle by
increasing their spending. This is what I call the Rat Race.”
“There is another way?” Mike asked.
“Yes,” said rich dad slowly. “But only a few people find it.”
“And what is that way?” Mike asked.
“That’s what I hope you boys will learn as you work and study
with me. That is why I took away all forms of pay.”
“Any hints?” Mike asked. “We’re kind of tired of working hard,
especially for nothing.”
“Well, the first step is telling the truth,” said rich dad.
“We haven’t been lying,” I said.
“I did not say you were lying. I said to tell the truth,” rich
dad retorted.
“The truth about what?” I asked.
“How you’re feeling,” rich dad said. “You don’t have to say it
to anyone else. Just admit it to yourself.”
“You mean the people in this park, the people who work for you,
Mrs. Martin, they don’t do that?” I asked.
“I doubt it,” said rich dad. “Instead, they feel the fear of not
having money. They don’t confront it logically. They react emotionally
instead of using their heads,” rich dad said. “Then, they get a few
bucks in their hands and again, the emotions of joy, desire, and greed
take over. And again they react, instead of think.”
“So their emotions control their brain,” Mike said.
“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 sat quietly, letting his words sink in. Mike and I heard
what he said but didn’t understand fully what he was talking about.
I just knew that I often wondered why grown-ups hurried off to
work. It did not seem like much fun, and they never looked that
happy, but something kept them going.
Realizing we had absorbed as much as possible of what he was
talking about, rich dad said, “I want you boys to avoid that trap.
That is really what I want to teach you. Not just to be rich, because
being rich does not solve the problem.”
“It doesn’t?” I asked, surprised.
“No, it doesn’t. Let me explain the other emotion: desire. Some
call it greed, but I prefer desire. It’s perfectly normal to desire something
better, prettier, more fun, or exciting. So people also work for money
because of desire. They desire money for the joy they think it can buy.
But the joy that money brings is often short-lived, and they soon need
more money for more joy, more pleasure, more comfort, and more
security. So they keep working, thinking money will soothe their souls
that are troubled by fear and desire. But money can’t do that.”
“Even rich people do this?” Mike asked.
“Rich people included,” said rich dad. “In fact, the reason many rich
people are rich isn’t because of desire, but because of fear. They believe
that money can eliminate the fear of being poor, so they amass tons of it,
only to find the fear gets worse. Now they fear losing the money. I have
friends who keep working even though they have plenty. I know people
who have millions who are more afraid now than when they were poor.
They’re terrified of losing it all. The fears that drove them to get rich
got worse. That weak and needy part of their soul is actually screaming
louder. They don’t want to lose the big houses, the cars and the high life
money has bought them. They worry about what their friends would say
if they lost all their money. Many are emotionally desperate and neurotic,
although they look rich and have more money.”
“So is a poor man happier?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” replied rich dad. “The avoidance of money
is just as psychotic as being attached to money.”
As if on cue, the town derelict went past our table, stopping by
the large rubbish can and rummaging around in it. The three of us
watched him with great interest, when before we probably would
have just ignored him.
Rich dad pulled a dollar out of his wallet and gestured to the
older man. Seeing the money, the derelict came over immediately,
took the bill, thanked rich dad profusely, and hurried off, ecstatic
with his good fortune.
“He’s not much different from most of my employees,” said rich
dad. “I’ve met so many people who say, ‘Oh, I’m not interested in
money.’ Yet they’ll work at a job for eight hours a day. That’s a denial of
truth. If they weren’t interested in money, then why are they working?
That kind of thinking is probably more psychotic than a person who
hoards money.”
As I sat there listening to my rich dad, my mind flashed 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.”
“So what do we do?” I asked. “Not
work for money until all traces of fear
and greed are gone?”
“No, that would be a waste of time,”
said rich dad. “Emotions are what make
us human. The word ‘emotion’ stands for ‘energy in motion.’ Be
truthful about your emotions and use your mind and emotions in
your favor, not against yourself.”
“Whoa!” said Mike.
“Don’t worry about what I just said. It will make more sense in
years to come. Just be an observer, not a reactor, to your emotions.
Most people do not know that it’s their emotions that are doing the
thinking. Your emotions are your emotions, but you have got to learn
to do your own thinking.”
“Can you give me an example?” I asked.
“Sure,” replied rich dad. “When a person says, ‘I need to find
a job,’ it’s most likely an emotion doing the thinking. Fear of not
having money generates that thought.”
“But people do need money if they have bills to pay,” I said.
“Sure they do,” smiled rich dad. “All I’m saying is that it’s fear that
is all too often doing the thinking.”
“I don’t understand,” said Mike.
“For example,” said rich dad. “If the fear of not having enough
money arises, instead of immediately running out to get a job, they
instead might ask themselves this question: ‘Will a job be the best
olution to this fear over the long run?’ In my opinion, the answer is
no. A job is really a short-term solution to a long-term problem.”
“But my dad is always saying, ‘Stay in school and get good grades,
so you can find a safe, secure job,’” I interjected, somewhat confused.
“Yes, I understand he says that,” said rich dad, smiling. “Most people
recommend that, and it’s a good path for most people. But people make
that recommendation primarily out of fear.”
“You mean my dad says that because he’s afraid?”
“Yes,” said rich dad. “He’s terrified that you won’t earn enough
money and won’t fit into society. Don’t get me wrong. He loves you
and wants the best for you. I too believe an education and a job are
important, but it won’t handle the fear. You see, that same fear that
makes him get up in the morning to earn a few bucks is the fear that
is causing him to be so fanatical about your going to school.”
“So what do you recommend?” I asked.
“I want to teach you to master the power of money, instead of
being afraid of it. They don’t teach that in school and, if you don’t
learn it, you become a slave to money.”
It was finally making sense. He wanted us to widen our views
and to see what the Mrs. Martins of this world couldn’t see. He used
examples that sounded cruel at the time, but I’ve never forgotten
them. My vision widened that day, and I began to see the trap that
lay ahead for most people.
“You see, we’re all employees ultimately. We just work at different
levels,” said rich dad. “I just want you boys to have a chance to avoid
the trap caused by those two emotions, fear and desire. Use them in
your favor, not against you. That’s what I want to teach you. I’m not
interested in just teaching you to make a pile of money. That won’t
handle the fear or desire. If you don’t first handle fear and desire, and
you get rich, you’ll only be a highly paid slave.”
“So how do we avoid the trap?” I asked.
“The main cause of poverty or financial struggle is fear and
ignorance, not the economy or the government or the rich. It’s
self-inflicted fear and ignorance that keep people trapped. So you
oys go to school and get your college degrees, and I’ll teach you
how to stay out of the trap.”
The pieces of the puzzle were appearing. My highly educated dad
had a great education and a great career, but school never told him
how to handle money or his fear of it. It became clear that I could
learn different and important things from two fathers.
“So you’ve been talking about the fear of not having money. How
does the desire for money affect our thinking?” Mike asked.
“How did you feel when I tempted you with a pay raise? Did you
notice your desires rising?”
We nodded our heads.
“By not giving in to your emotions, you were able to delay
your reactions and think. That is important. We will always have
emotions of fear and greed. From here on in, it’s imperative for you
to use those emotions to your advantage, and for the long term to not
let your emotions control your thinking. Most people use fear and
greed against themselves. That’s the start of ignorance. Most people
live their lives chasing paychecks, pay raises and job security because
of the emotions of desire and fear, not really questioning where those
emotion-driven thoughts are leading them. It’s just like the picture of
a donkey dragging a cart with its owner dangling a carrot just in front
of its nose. The donkey’s owner may be going where he wants to, but
the donkey is chasing an illusion. Tomorrow there will only be another
carrot for the donkey.”
“You mean the moment I picture a new baseball glove, candy and
toys, that’s like a carrot to a donkey?” Mike asked.
“Yes, and as you get older, your toys get more expensive—a new
car, a boat, and a big house to impress your friends,” said rich dad
with a smile. “Fear pushes you out the door, and desire calls to you.
That’s the trap.”
“So what’s the answer,” Mike asked.
“What intensifies fear and desire is ignorance. That is why rich
people with lots of money often have more fear the richer they get.
Money is the carrot, the illusion. If the donkey could see the whole
picture, it might rethink its choice to chase the carrot.”
Rich dad went on to explain that a human’s life is a struggle
between ignorance and illumination.
He explained that once a person stops searching for information
and self-knowledge, ignorance sets in. That struggle is a moment-tomoment
decision—to learn to open or close one’s mind.
“Look, school is very important. You go to school to learn a skill
or profession to become a contributing member of society. Every
culture needs teachers, doctors, mechanics, artists, cooks, businesspeople,
police officers, firefighters, and soldiers. Schools train them so society
can thrive and flourish,” said rich dad. “Unfortunately, for many people
school is the end, not the beginning.”
There was a long silence. Rich dad was smiling. I didn’t
comprehend everything he said that day. But as with most great
teachers, his words continued to teach for years.
“I’ve been a little cruel today,” said rich dad. “But I want you
to always remember this talk. I want you to always think of Mrs.
Martin. And I want you always to remember that donkey. Never
forget that fear and desire can lead you into life’s biggest trap if you’re
not aware of them controlling your thinking. To spend your life
living in fear, never exploring your dreams, is cruel. To work hard for
money, thinking that it will buy you things that will make you happy
is also cruel. To wake up in the middle of the night terrified about
paying bills is a horrible way to live. To live a life dictated by the size
of a paycheck is not really living a life. Thinking that a job makes you
secure is lying to yourself. That’s cruel, and that’s the trap I want
you to avoid. I’ve seen how money runs people’s lives. Don’t let that
happen to you. Please don’t let money run your life.”
A softball rolled under our table. Rich dad picked it up and threw
it back.
“So what does ignorance have to do with greed and fear?” I asked.
“Because it is ignorance about money that causes so much greed
and fear,” said rich dad. “Let me give you some examples. A doctor,
wanting more money to better provide for his family, raises his fees.
By raising his fees, it makes health care more expensive for everyone.
It hurts the poor people the most, so they have worse health than
those with money. Because the doctors raise their fees, the attorneys
raise their fees. Because the attorneys’ fees have gone up, schoolteachers
want a raise, which raises our taxes, and on and on and on. Soon there
will be such a horrifying gap between the rich and the poor that chaos
will break out and another great civilization will collapse. History
proves that great civilizations collapse when the gap between the haves
and have-nots is too great. Sadly, America is on that same course
because we haven’t learned from history. We only memorize historical
dates and names, not the lesson.”
“Aren’t prices supposed to go up?” I asked.
“In an educated society with a well-run government, prices should
actually come down. Of course, that is often only true in theory.
Prices go up because of greed and fear caused by ignorance. If schools
taught people about money, there would be more money and lower
prices. But schools focus only on teaching people to work for money,
not how to harness money’s power.”
“But don’t we have business schools?” Mike asked. “And haven’t
you encouraged me to go for my MBA?”
“Yes,” said rich dad. “But all too often business schools train
employees to become sophisticated bean-counters. Heaven forbid a beancounter
takes over a business. All they do is look at the numbers, fire
people, and kill the business. I know this because I hire bean-counters.
All they think about is cutting costs and raising prices, which cause more
problems. Bean-counting is important. I wish more people knew it, but
it, too, is not the whole picture,” added rich dad angrily.
“So is there an answer?” asked Mike.
“Yes,” said rich dad. “Learn to use your emotions to think, not
think with your emotions. When you boys mastered your emotions
by agreeing to work for free, I knew there was hope. When you again
resisted your emotions when I tempted you with more money, you
were again learning to think in spite of being emotionally charged.
That’s the first step.”
“Why is that step so important?” I asked.
“Well, that’s up to you to find out. If you want to learn, I’ll take
you boys into the briar patch, a place almost everyone else avoids. If
you go with me, you’ll let go of the idea of working for money and
instead learn to have money work for you.”
“And what will we get if we go with you. What if we agree to
learn from you? What will we get?” I asked.
“The same thing Brer Rabbit got,” said rich dad, referring to the
classic children’s story.
“Is there a briar patch?” I asked.
“Yes,” said rich dad. “The briar patch is our fear and greed.
Confronting fear, weaknesses, and neediness by choosing our own
thoughts is the way out.”
“Choosing our thoughts?” Mike asked, puzzled.
“Yes. Choosing what we think rather than reacting to our emotions.
Instead of just getting up and going to work because not having the
money to pay your bills is scaring you, ask yourself, ‘Is working harder
at this the best solution to this problem?’ Most people are too afraid to
rationally think things through and instead run out the door to a job
they hate. The Tar Baby is in control. That’s what I mean by choosing
your thoughts.”
“And how do we do that?” Mike asked.
“That’s what I will teach you. I’ll teach you to have a choice of
thoughts rather than a knee-jerk reaction, like gulping down your
morning coffee and running out the door.
“Remember what I said before: A job is only a short-term
solution to a long-term problem. Most people have only one problem
in mind, and it’s short-term. It’s the bills at the end of the month,
the Tar Baby. Money controls their lives, or should I say the fear and
ignorance about money controls it. So they do as their parents did.
They get up every day and go work for money, not taking the time to
ask the question, ‘Is there another way?’ Their emotions now control
their thinking, not their heads.”
“Can you tell the difference between emotions thinking and the
head thinking?” Mike asked.
“Oh, yes. I hear it all the time,” said rich dad. “I hear things like,
‘Well, everyone has to work.’ Or ‘The rich are crooks.’ Or ‘I’ll get
another job. I deserve this raise. You can’t push me around.’ Or ‘I like
this job because it’s secure.’ No one asks, ‘Is there something I’m
missing here?’ which would break through the emotional thought
and give you time to think clearly.”
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