My only buddy David Lewis, was twenty two when his pops passed and left him over 2 million in his assets. Now Dave had usually been different from some of us. We would get twenty dollars and get together and find the shortest way to spend it. Not Dave, he would get his pay check, how much ever it was, and half would go in his bank account, and the other half he would toss in towards what ever we were headed to do. His Father was that kind, and his folks were the most prosperous family I knew personally.
So Dave took his pay check and purchased the efficient electric space heaters business. Now that was 1979. By about 1990 or so, that same corporation was worth about five times what he payed for it. His electric space heater investment had payed off, and payed off huge. We kept in touch over the time and he got married to Cathy, had seven little ones, including John, who was a real smart kid.
By now, 2017, John was pretty much working things at the Brightburns electric space heater business, and they were doing very good. The country had just barely started to recover from the second great depression of 2009. Dave and I were spending a lot of time together recently, and since George had been killed, George was another one of our good lifetime friends, our families had been seeing a lot of each other.
George and his wife had lost there lives in a truck collision just a few months ago, and it had done wonders to draw the old friends back together. We would sit around the portable electric space heater and talk about the old times and catch up on the years past, and as I saw it this was what breathing was about.