Part one of term paper
I made my way to my fathers store, in downtown Manhattan, to help him with the daily grind. He had employed me, because we as a family had not been able to make ends meet. When we had just enough money, however, my schooling and the food had taken priority. But unfortunately, the times when we could make things meet were not very common. ...

Part two of term paper
... safe places. My father told me an interesting parable to teach me this lesson. There was a king of a great land whom was known for it’s ever bountiful storehouses of grain. One day, from a neighboring, a young farmer came to ask the wise king what his secret was. The king told him that he kept the most accurate books of what was sold, when, and to whom. He said that the key was to guard these books as If your life depended on it. So the young farmer went back and worked on his books, trying ...