I want to be in a deal with you guys." The room went silent as I waited for rich dad or Mike to re- spond. The silence grew into tension. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked finally. "No," said Mike. "Dad and I are investing in a couple of new projects that are exciting but I think it is best you call one of our stockbrokers first and begin investing with him." Again there was silence, punctuated only by the clinking of the dishes and glasses as the maid cleared the table. Mike's wife Connie excused herself and took the baby to another room. "I don't understand," I said. Turning to rich dad more than Mike, I continued, "All these years I've worked right along side the two of you building your business. I've worked for close to nothing. I went to college as you advised and I fought for my country as you said a young man should. Now that I'm old enough and I finally have a few dollars to invest, you seem to hesitate when I say I want to invest in what you invest in. I don't understand. Why the cold shoulder-are you trying to snub me or push me away? Don't you want me to get rich like you?" "It's not a cold shoulder," Mike replied. 'And we would never snub you or not wish you to attain great wealth. It's that things are different now." What Should I Invest In? 23 Rich dad nodded his head in slow and silent agreement. "We'd love to have you invest in what we invest in," rich dad finally said. "But it would be against the law." 'Against the law?" I echoed in loud disbelief. "Are you two doing something illegal?" "No, no," said rich dad with a chuckle. "We would never do anything illegal. It's too easy to get rich legally to ever risk going to jail for something illegal." "And it is because we want to always remain on the right side of the law that we say it would be illegal for you to invest with us," said Mike. "It's not illegal for Mike and me to invest in what we invest in. But it would be illegal for you," rich dad tried to summarize. "Why?" I asked. "Because you're not rich," said Mike softly and gently. "What we invest in is for rich people only." Mike's words went straight through me. Since he was my best friend, I knew they were difficult words for him to say to me. And although he said them as gently as possible, they still hurt and cut like a knife through my heart. I was beginning to sense how wide the financial gap between us was. While his dad and my dad both started out with nothing, he and his dad had achieved great wealth. My dad and I were still from the other side of the tracks, as they say. I could sense that this big house with the lovely white-sand beach was still far away for me, and the distance was measured in more than miles. Leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms in introspective thought, I sat there nodding quietly as I summarized that mo- ment in our lives. We were both 25 years old but in many ways, Mike was 25 years ahead of me financially.