The Ultimate Life Page #3

ever gonna get from me.

- What is it?

- Just going to work.

On, baby.

I'm sorry you have to work so hard.

- It's not fair.

- It's OK.

No, it's not.

I'll be up out of this bed soon...

...and then you can quit that job,

and we'll get you

enrolled back in school.

I love you, Mama.

I love you, too, son.

Get some rest, OK?

Get some rest.

September 4th, 1941.

I'm leaving home today.

I don't know for how long, but

it's one less mouth to feed,

and maybe Mama can get her medicine now.

No matter what Daddy says, I don't

accept being poor as my destiny.

I know my fortune's out there somewhere.

And the next time he sees

me, I'll be a rich man.

You can't make your move until

the train leaves the yard.

Wait, wait.

Go on, scram!

Get him!

Let's go. Let's go!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Give me your hand! Jump!

Jump!

- What are you doing?

- I'm, uh... making my golden list.

- Your what?

- My golden list.

Something my ma taught me.

Every day, rain or shine,

I make a list of ten things

that I'm grateful to God for.

Things you're grateful

for? You're kidding, right?

I've got lots of things

to be grateful for.

Everybody got at least ten

things to be grateful for.

- I got nothing.

- You sure about that?

- Sure as I could be.

- You got your health, right?

- I'll be grateful someday.

- No, no. You gotta be grateful now.

You gotta be grateful for

the little things in life.

Otherwise, you'll never

be grateful for nothing.

You know what? Come on! We gotta get

off the train before we hit the yard.

Now you really got something to

be grateful for. We're in Texas!

Wait!

Whoa!

- Morning, fellas. Morning.

Name's Jacob Early.

I'm looking for six strong backs

to put up some cattle fence.

Pick me! Pick me!

Right here!

Mustache. Older guy.

- Out of the way, Slick!

- I don't think so!

Mister! Hey, I'm your man! I can carry

50 pounds of ice up three stories!

What the heck, kid?!

That's all right, young

man. That's all right.

I enjoy an eager beaver. Come on.

Well, you've obviously put up

a few posts. You too, climb in.

Young and strong.

That's six. Let's go, fellas.

Howdy.

That's a good-looking

post there, Slick.

Thanks.

Think it'll hold up to 2,000

pounds of heifer leaning against it?

It'll hold.

Maybe Mr. Early can have you

build him a rabbit fence next.

Got another one for you.

You best water up, Slick. The sun will

lay you out flat if you're not careful.

Don't worry, I didn't spit in it.

I wasn't worried, but I am now.

You can trust me.

That's good work.

Another week, you might

catch up with the rest of us.

Just yanking your chain, Slick.

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