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

” I said, loud, flat, the voice I used on bad nights in the back of an ambulance. “I need space. Now.”

The crowd stepped back on instinct, the way crowds always do when someone in a uniform speaks like they mean it.

I laced my fingers, locked my elbows, found the spot just above the base of his sternum, and drove down.

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