MY RICH DAD SAID “GLORIFIED MEDIC” AT HIS $2M PARTY

droned. “No shock advised. Continue CPR.”

I leaned back over Mr. Vale and resumed the compressions. My mind was a blur. The past and present were crashing into each other on this cold marble floor.

But General Briggs wasn’t finished. The karmic blow, the real purpose of this story, was yet to be delivered.

He turned his focus entirely onto my father. continue reading …