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By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now as we were waiting for his friend to arrive from the car with the day old bread
from the market, he asked me a few questions about myself, and I answered
them in a confident and detail way. After he listened to me for about 15 or 20
minutes, he came at me with these few things. He asked me do I help people who
are willing to help themselves, or do I give to the homeless sleeping in the doorway
of the building I own and pass everyday getting in and out of my limousine. He asked
me what it was like to be the head doorman at the hottest club in San Francisco, and
then one day being the guest of honor drinking the finest spirits they had to offer that
was once the price of one days pay. He commented on the platinum submariner
Rolex I was wearing, and then asked where is the watch I wore before I had the fame
and means to own three or four of these fine time pieces. He asked me what is it
like to live in a mini mansion alone with people to cater to my every needs,
compared to living in a Toyota for a year and a half to save money to pay for
my patents and licenses to build my business. He wondered, is a cosmetically
prettier looking women better than the normal ladies in bed, or does it matter in my
eyes. And then asked me how would I feel if the many strangers who gather to
attend every party I give, didn’t come if I had nothing to shower them with when they
arrived and raided my food & wine cellar. He asked me about children, what they
mean to me, and what did childhood do to prepare me for the peaks and valleys
I’m witnessing now, while settling in between on the grass that is astro turf with
dead presidents on them. At first I got defensive and told him that he didn’t know
anything about me, and that I was not going to let anything destroy what I
built from scratch. I told him that times had changed, and though I love and
respect Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., the dream I have is larger and more
realistic, because I know who I am, and have the means to get myself out of
anything I get myself into.
Boy was that the wrong thing to say, i mean this guy propped himself up a little
more, cleared his throat and gave me a lesson that would have taught the
ducks to feed me instead of the other way around. What he did was say
nothing. He sat there and let me listen to myself talk, and made me see that
if I’m the future with this attitude, then I have learned nothing from the many
that had come before me. He watched me feed the ducks more frequently with
the bread his friend brought from the car, and just smiled and handed me
more. He allowed me to recall everything he had told me, in my own way. He
showed me that being who I am, has nothing to do with people thinking who
I am. He made me see the purpose in feeding the ducks, when a smile
came across his face because he knew that I was learning and was
catching on. You see this man was a baker. Not a baker to this day, but
built his fortune making bread, literally. As he handed me his business
card, I seen the logo of the company I go to everyday to buy the bread to
feed the ducks, and realize that for the past few years, I have given this man
a lot of money, and he was giving it back in knowledge. I already knew that
the company was family owned, and that he employed everyone he ever
knew. I also had heard about how much money he donates to charities,
and the brass plaque with his name on it in park we go to everyday spoke
highly of his generosity. I also found out that he and his wife would bake
bread in a old wooden stove when others were manufacturing it in up dated
machines to try and compete. He believes in quality, not quantity, that’s why
those who eat his bread stay loyal to his product, because he will never
compromise where he came from, to gamble on where he might could go. He
told me about how other big name companies offered him money to buy him
out, and he told them no thank you because he and his family were doing just
fine living the way they are, with the things they have. He even explained to me
how each ingredient in his recipe is just as important as the ones not in it. He
compared them to people in the since that though he might not know them,
they still matter one way or another.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Now as we were waiting for his friend to arrive from the car with the day old bread
from the market, he asked me a few questions about myself, and I answered
them in a confident and detail way. After he listened to me for about 15 or 20
minutes, he came at me with these few things. He asked me do I help people who
are willing to help themselves, or do I give to the homeless sleeping in the doorway
of the building I own and pass everyday getting in and out of my limousine. He asked
me what it was like to be the head doorman at the hottest club in San Francisco, and
then one day being the guest of honor drinking the finest spirits they had to offer that
was once the price of one days pay. He commented on the platinum submariner
Rolex I was wearing, and then asked where is the watch I wore before I had the fame
and means to own three or four of these fine time pieces. He asked me what is it
like to live in a mini mansion alone with people to cater to my every needs,
compared to living in a Toyota for a year and a half to save money to pay for
my patents and licenses to build my business. He wondered, is a cosmetically
prettier looking women better than the normal ladies in bed, or does it matter in my
eyes. And then asked me how would I feel if the many strangers who gather to
attend every party I give, didn’t come if I had nothing to shower them with when they
arrived and raided my food & wine cellar. He asked me about children, what they
mean to me, and what did childhood do to prepare me for the peaks and valleys
I’m witnessing now, while settling in between on the grass that is astro turf with
dead presidents on them. At first I got defensive and told him that he didn’t know
anything about me, and that I was not going to let anything destroy what I
built from scratch. I told him that times had changed, and though I love and
respect Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., the dream I have is larger and more
realistic, because I know who I am, and have the means to get myself out of
anything I get myself into.
Boy was that the wrong thing to say, i mean this guy propped himself up a little
more, cleared his throat and gave me a lesson that would have taught the
ducks to feed me instead of the other way around. What he did was say
nothing. He sat there and let me listen to myself talk, and made me see that
if I’m the future with this attitude, then I have learned nothing from the many
that had come before me. He watched me feed the ducks more frequently with
the bread his friend brought from the car, and just smiled and handed me
more. He allowed me to recall everything he had told me, in my own way. He
showed me that being who I am, has nothing to do with people thinking who
I am. He made me see the purpose in feeding the ducks, when a smile
came across his face because he knew that I was learning and was
catching on. You see this man was a baker. Not a baker to this day, but
built his fortune making bread, literally. As he handed me his business
card, I seen the logo of the company I go to everyday to buy the bread to
feed the ducks, and realize that for the past few years, I have given this man
a lot of money, and he was giving it back in knowledge. I already knew that
the company was family owned, and that he employed everyone he ever
knew. I also had heard about how much money he donates to charities,
and the brass plaque with his name on it in park we go to everyday spoke
highly of his generosity. I also found out that he and his wife would bake
bread in a old wooden stove when others were manufacturing it in up dated
machines to try and compete. He believes in quality, not quantity, that’s why
those who eat his bread stay loyal to his product, because he will never
compromise where he came from, to gamble on where he might could go. He
told me about how other big name companies offered him money to buy him
out, and he told them no thank you because he and his family were doing just
fine living the way they are, with the things they have. He even explained to me
how each ingredient in his recipe is just as important as the ones not in it. He
compared them to people in the since that though he might not know them,
they still matter one way or another.