EPISODE 7
Rich dad explained this point of view over and over, which I call
lesson number one: The poor and the middle class work for money. The
rich have money work for them.
On that bright Saturday morning, I learned a completely different
point of view from what I had been taught by my poor dad. At the age
of nine, I understood that both dads wanted me to learn. Both dads
encouraged me to study, but not the same things.
My highly educated dad recommended that I do what he did.
“Son, I want you to study hard, get good grades, so you can find a
safe, secure job with a big company. And make sure it has excellent
benefits.” My rich dad wanted me to learn how money works so I
could make it work for me.
These lessons I would learn through life with his guidance, not
because of a classroom.
My rich dad continued my first lesson, “I’m glad you got angry
about working for 10 cents an hour. If you hadn’t got angry and had
simply accepted it, I would have to tell you that I could not teach you.
You see, true learning takes energy, passion, and a burning desire. Anger
is a big part of that formula, for passion is anger and love combined.
When it comes to money, most people want to play it safe and feel
secure. So passion does not direct them. Fear does.”
“So is that why they’ll take jobs with low pay?” I asked.
“Yes,” said rich dad. “Some people say I exploit people because
I don’t pay as much as the sugar plantation or the government. I
say the people exploit themselves. It’s their fear, not mine.”
“But don’t you feel you should pay them more?” I asked.
“I don’t have to. And besides, more money will not solve their
problems. Just look at your dad. He makes a lot of money, and he
still can’t pay his bills. Most people, given more money, only get into
more debt.”
“So that’s why the 10 cents an hour,” I said, smiling. “It’s a part
of the lesson.”
“That’s right,” smiled rich dad. “You see, your dad went to school
and got an excellent education, so he could get a high-paying job. But
he still has money problems because he never learned anything about
money in school. On top of that, he believes in working for money.”
“And you don’t?” I asked.
“No, not really,” said rich dad. “If you want to learn to work for
money, then stay in school. That is a great place to learn to do that.
But if you want to learn how to have money work for you, then I will
teach you that. But only if you want to learn.”
“Wouldn’t everyone want to learn that?” I asked.
“No,” said rich dad, “simply because it’s easier to learn to work for
money, especially if fear is your primary emotion when the subject of
money is discussed.”
“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.