The Ultimate Life Page #2

whim, decide to move to Haiti.

But somehow you're just

finding out about it now.

Yeah, well, if you've not noticed,

I've been a little

busy at the foundation.

I haven't had a lot of "me" time lately.

Or "we" time either, I gather.

Jason, your grandfather

had high expectations

when he left the entire estate to you.

And I guess I've pushed

you a little too hard also.

The 12 gifts that Red taught you,

any idea where they came from?

- No.

- Well, you're about to find out.

See that box over there?

Take a look in there, there's a book.

Only two people in the world knew

that your grandfather kept a journal

from the time he was 15.

One was me, and the other

was your grandmother.

Maybe you can find

something from his past

to help you here in the present,

or possibly in your future.

I'm gonna go back to bed now.

We've got court in the morning.

You're welcome to stay the night.

That's quite a story.

"February, 1941.

My ninth grade teacher, Mrs. Halpern,

gave me this book full of blank pages.

She said it might help

to put my ideas on paper.

Sounds a little girly to me,

but she said that's a diary.

Boys keep journals.

There's a difference.

September 3rd, 1941.

Someday, I swear to heaven, I

am going to be a billionaire. "

February 23rd, 1941.

Finally quit school and got me

my own job today, delivering ice.

From sun up till sundown.

- Move! You're blocking the driveway!

- Sorry.

Come on! Let's go!

That snotty rich kid

did me a favor today

because I might not have ever

seen that newspaper on the ground.

It was right there in print.

This man, Andrew Carnegie,

had started out working in

a telegraph office at 12.

He didn't even go to school, just read

books whenever he could, just like me.

I bet he had to put up

with all those rich kids

turning up their noses at him, too.

And he ended up a billionaire anyway.

I swear to heaven, and to every one

of those snobs who look down on me,

so will I.

Soup's getting cold.

It would be nice to have

something else for a change.

There, now you got something else.

- She sounds bad again, Pop.

- I know.

- She needs her medicine.

- What am I gonna do, huh?

I can't afford it right now.

Hospital's still after me

for last time she was there.

Well, someday I'm gonna buy

that whole darn hospital,

and they'll wish they treated

her better, I swear to heaven.

What are you babbling about?

I'm gonna be a billionaire,

like this man, Andrew Carnegie.

Get it in your head, son.

You ain't ever gonna be rich.

Only thing you're ever gonna be able to

count on is coming up on the short end.

That's what was handed me

by my daddy, and I'm sorry,

but that's all you're

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