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

Richard?” The General’s question was not a question. It was a verdict. “You cut corners, you ignored the warnings, and you greased the wheels, all for a bigger quarterly profit. Your company signed off on the very people who sold the weapon that almost killed my boy.”

The blood had not returned to my father’s face. He looked ancient. He looked fragile.continue reading …