THE FERRARI STORY

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What do you want for Christmas?

He probably thought that it seemed like a simple enough request of a young boy.  But I think my uncle "Iwen", actually his last name, but that was how everyone addressed him.  I think I was quite a bit older before I figured out that he actually had a first name. . . . . . .

Oh, right, back to the question about Christmas.

And my reply.

While I never really knew at that age that uncle "Iwen" was financially successful,  I kind of expected that it was true, and even if that wasn't  - what the heck go for broke.

So I made a perfectly reasonable request for a recently minted teenager.

                 I  asked for a new Ferrari.

I hadn't really allowed for the fact that I didn't have a drivers license or for that matter wasn't old enough to drive,  And of course that Ferraris cost a lot of money

It turned out that "Iwen" had been a successful both in business and as an investor and valued hard work and making your own way in life.

Christmas Arrives

And so does the Ferrari

And so, when Christmas came, I opened a box from Italy and my dreams were fulfilled as "Iwen" gave me my brand new Ferrari.

Not just any Ferrari but a Ferrari TestaRossa, purely meant for racing.

Just not exactly the way I expected.

In the small blue box from Italy marked "Boncompagni Feilio, Venezia, Piazza S. Marco 130-131, Telef. 24-563" was my new Ferrari.  Red just the way a Ferrari should be, but a little bit smaller than I had expected.

A model Ferrari TestaRossa was nestled down inside the box.  Around it was taped a one dollar bill.  Beneath the model and the dollar was a note from "Iwen" telling me how to invest the dollar and ultimately accumulate enough money to buy my own Ferrari.  - LETTER FOLLOWS:




And now the rest of the story

You may be curious about my investing success and how quickly I accumulated the money to buy my own Ferrari.

Did I take the talents with which I was entrusted and multiply them (and get a cool car as part of the process) OR did I bury my talents in the ground.  Well it turns out, I was the burying kind and the Ferrari never materialized (nor did speeding tickets and astronomical insurance premiums).

I still have the box, the model Ferrari, and the dollar.

And memories.

And a life lesson.

This it is up to each of us to pay our own way in life.

Thanks - "Iwen"