Tải sách I Will Teach You To Be Rich PDF

The folks at Workman were amazing: Margot Herrera, my editor, was incredibly skilled at helping me organize my thoughts into a coherent book. Plus, she’s fun: In one of the first chapters, I wrote an over-the-top joke just to see how fast she’d cut it. She just said, “I think we should keep it. It’s pretty funny.” What more could I ask for? Cassie Murdoch, the perfect complement to Margot, is ultra-organized and constantly thinking two steps ahead. Many thanks to Peter Workman, who is brilliant and eccentric—exactly.

I’ve always wondered why so many people get fat after college. I’m not talking about people with medical disorders, but regular people who were slim in college and vowed that they would “never, ever” get fat. Five years later, they look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man after a Thanksgiving feast, featuring a
blue whale for dessert. Weight gain doesn’t happen overnight. If it did, it would be easy for us to see it coming—and to take steps to avoid it. Ounce by ounce, it creeps up on us as we’re driving to work and then sitting behind a computer for eight to ten hours a day. It happens when we move into the real world from a college campus populated by bicyclists, runners, and varsity athletes who once inspired us to keep fit (or guilted us into it). When we did the walk of shame back at school, at least we were getting exercise. But try talking about post-college weight loss with your friends and see if they ever say one of these things:

“Avoid carbs!”

“Don’t eat before you go to bed, because fat doesn’t burn efficiently when you’re sleeping.”

“If you eat mostly protein, you can lose lots of weight quickly.”

“Eating grapefruit in the morning speeds up your metabolism.”

I always laugh when I hear these things. Maybe they’re correct, or maybe they’re not, but that’s not really the point. The point is that we love to debate minutiae. When it comes to weight loss, 99.99 percent of us need to know only two things: Eat less and exercise more. Only elite athletes need to do more. But instead of accepting these simple truths and acting on them, we discuss trans fats, diet pills, and Atkins versus South Beach.

To write a book of theories on “how the other fellow should succeed” is quite common. But for an author to definitely demonstrate that his ideas will work, and that he personally can make them work, is quite rare. Hence, it is not for the purpose of boasting—but to give you confidence that what you are about to read is practical, workable, proven philosophy—when we mention the following. As you read this book, you will feel as though the author was present in the pages.

The lessons were not just written; they were first lived, and then put into print. The author has sold his way through life so successfully using the philosophy and methods taught in this book, that he lives in a castle in Florida, which is one of the famous showplaces of the entire South. From it he commands not only a rare view of beautiful Lake Dora, but also of the entire town of fashionable Mount Dora, in the “Golden Triangle.” He is the first to occupy this castle, upon which it is reported the builder spent about $100,000. It is to be developed into a “model American home.” It is here that 15 children are to be adopted who will be schooled in these principles, so that they, too, may sell their way through life successfully.

Life, you can’t subdue me, because I refuse to take your discipline seriously. When you try to hurt me, I laugh, and laughter knows no pain. I appropriate your joys wherever I find them. Your sorrows neither discourage nor frighten me, for there is laughter in my soul. When I get the thing I want, I am glad, but temporary defeat does not make me sad. I simply set music to the words of defeat and turn it into a song about laughter. Your tears are not for me.

I like laughter much better, and because I like it, I use it as a substitute for grief and sorrow and pain and disappointment. Life, you are a fickle trickster, don’t deny it! You slipped the emotion of love into my heart so you might use it as a thorn with which to prick my soul, but I have learned to dodge your trap—with laughter. You try to lure me with the desire for gold, but I have outwitted you by following the trail that leads to knowledge, instead.

You induce me to build beautiful friendships, then convert my friends into enemies so you may harden my heart, but I sidestep your fickleness by laughing off your attempt and selecting new friends in my own way. You cause men to cheat me in trade, so I will become hard and irritable, but I win again because I possess only one precious asset, and this is something no man can steal—IT IS THE POWER TO THINK MY OWN THOUGHTS AND BE MYSELF