Michael Jordan’s childhood

When he was 13 years old, his father suddenly handed him an old dress one day.

"How much can this dress cost?"

"About a dollar," he replied.

"Can you sell it for two dollars?" Father looked at him with an inquiring look.

"The fool will buy it!" he gambled.

My father’s gaze is sincerely eager: “Why don’t you try it? You know, your family’s life is not good. If you sell it, it will help me and your mother.”

He nodded. "I can give it a try, but I can't sell it."

He carefully washed the clothes. Without the iron, he brushed the clothes flat and laid them on a flat plate. The next day, he took the dress to a crowded MRT station. After more than six hours of hawking, he finally sold the dress.

He hugged two dollars and ran back home. In the future, every day he is keen to dig out old clothes from the garbage dump. After taking care of it, he will go to the downtown to sell it.

After more than ten days, his father suddenly handed him an old dress: "Do you think about how this dress can sell for $20?"

“How is it possible? How can an old piece of clothing sell for $20, which is worth at most two dollars.”

"Why don't you try it?" Father inspired him. "If you think about it, there will always be a way."

Finally, he thought of a good way. He asked his cousin who was learning to draw a cute Donald Duck and a naughty Mickey Mouse on his clothes. He chose to sell at the door of a noble school. In a short while, a butler bought the dress for his young master. The ten-year-old child loved the pattern on the clothes. When he was happy, he gave him a tip of $5. 25 dollars, this is undoubtedly a huge sum! It is equivalent to his father's salary for one month.

When he got home, his father handed him another old dress: "Can you sell it for $200?" The father looked deep.

This time, he did not hesitate. He took the clothes quietly and began to think.

Two months later, the opportunity finally came. Laffersey, the heroine of the popular movie "The Charlie", came to New York to do propaganda. After the press conference, he slammed the security around him and threw himself at Lafosie, holding her old clothes and asking her to sign. Laffersey was a glimpse, but he immediately laughed, and no one would reject a pure child.

Lafose signed the name smoothly. He smiled and said: "Ms. Lavaux, can I sell this dress?" "Of course, this is your clothes, how to deal with it is your freedom!"

He cheered "Ha": "Laft West's autographed jersey, priced at $200!" After a live bid, an oil merchant bought the jersey for $1,200.

Back home, he and his father, as well as a family, fell into a carnival. The father was moved by tears and kept kissing his forehead: "I originally planned that if you couldn't sell it, I would ask someone to buy it. I didn't expect you to do it! You are awesome, my child, You are really great……"

A bright moon rose to the top of the mountain, and the moonlight was gently sprinkled through the window. This night, my father fell asleep with him.

The father asked: "Children, from selling these three clothes, do you understand what?"

"I understand. You are inspiring me," he said with emotion. "As long as you use your brain, there will always be a way."

The father nodded and shook his head again:

"You are doing a good job, but this is not my original intention."

"I just want to tell you that a piece of old clothes worth only one dollar has a way to be noble. What about us, those who are alive? What reason do we have lost confidence in life? We are only black and poor. But what does this matter?"

"Yes, even an old piece of clothing has a noble way. What reason can I be arrogant?"

Twenty years later, his name spread throughout every corner of the world. His name is Michael Jordan.