you that. He's got a good job. You're not getting a damn thing from your lot. It will stay there for
years. At least he will pay your interest.\
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21 Reluctantly, the banker wrote a mortgage for $2,000 and gave Tony the house with no
down payment. Tony was delighted. From then on, it was interesting to see that any discarded
odds and ends around our place ©¤ a broken screen, a bit of hardware, boards from packing ©¤ Tony would gather and take home.
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22 After about two years, I found Tony in our familiar meeting spot. He seemed to stand a little
straighter. He was heavier. He had a look of confidence.
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24 I was amazed. \without a house?\
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26 We sat down and talked. Tony told me that to own a farm was his dream. He loved the tomatoes
and peppers and all the other vegetables important to his Italian diet. He had sent for his wife and
son and daughter back in Italy. He had hunted around the edge of town until he found a small,
abandoned piece of property with a house and shed. Now he was moving his family to his farm.
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27 Sometime later, Tony arrived on a Sunday afternoon, neatly dressed. He had another Italian
man with him. He told me that he had persuaded his childhood friend to move to America. Tony was
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sponsoring him. With an amused look in his eye, he told me that when they approached the little
farm he now operated, his friend stood in amazement and said, \millionaire!\
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28 Then, during the war, a message came from my company. Tony had passed away.
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29 I asked our people to check on his family and see that everything was properly handled. They
found the farm green with vegetables, the little house livable and homey. There was a tractor and
a good car in the yard. The children were educated and working, and Tony didn't owe a cent.
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30 After he passed away, I thought more and more about Tony's career. He grew in stature in my
mind. In the end, I think he stood as tall, and as proud, as the greatest American industrialists.
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31 They had all reached their success by the same route and by the same values and principles:
vision, determination, self-control, optimism, self-respect and, above all, integrity.
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32 Tony did not begin on the bottom rung of the ladder. He began in the basement. Tony's affairs
were tiny; the greatest industrialists' affairs were giant. But, after all, the balance sheets were
exactly the same. The only difference was where you put the decimal point.
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33 Tony Trivisonno came to America seeking the American Dream. But he didn't find it ©¤ he
created it for himself. All he had were 24 precious hours a day, and he wasted none of them.
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When he grew up the knife was to become one of the tools of his trade. But when he was young
it almost put an end to all his dreams.
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Ben Carson: Man of Miracles Christopher Phillips
1 Ben Carson looked out at Detroit's Southwestern High School class of 1988. It was graduation
day. At 36, Carson was a leading brain surgeon, performing delicate and lifesaving operations. But 19
years before, he had graduated from this same inner-city school. He remembered it all ©¤ the
depressing surroundings of one of Detroit's toughest, poorest neighborhoods. And he knew the
sense of hopelessness and despair that many of these 260 students were feeling about the future. ±¾¡¤¿¨É£ºÒ»¸ö´´ÔìÆæ¼£µÄÈË ¿ËÀï˹Íи¥¡¤·ÆÀûÆÕ˹
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2 (1) For weeks he had worried over how to convince the graduates that they, too, could succeed
against seemingly impossible odds, that they could move mountains. Now, standing to deliver the
main address, he held up his hands. \students. \
surgery. When I was a little younger than you are, I often waved a knife with them to threaten people. And I even tried to kill somebody.\
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4 Ben and his older brother, Curtis, grew up in a crowded apartment building near the school. Their
mother, Sonya, who had married at age 13 and divorced when Ben was eight, worked at two and
sometimes three low-paying jobs at a time. She wanted a better life for her two sons and showered
them with encouragement. However, both boys started badly in school, especially Ben.
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5 Sonya recognized that Ben was bright. He just didn't seem motivated. \
announced one afternoon, \a week. You have to read at least two
books every week and give me reports so I know you really read them.\
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6 At first Ben hated reading. Then, gradually, he discovered a new world of possibility. (2) Before