Some Money — Make

"I don't have a job for you," Elias said, leaning against his truck. "But I have a strategy. Look at that curb." Leo looked. It was just a curb, gray and sun-bleached.

Elias pushed his hand away. "Keep it. But tell me, what’s the most important thing you learned?" make some money

On his last day, he went to see Elias. He tried to hand the old man a hundred-dollar bill as a "consultation fee." "I don't have a job for you," Elias

Leo thought about the spray paint, the espresso machine, and the greasy lawnmowers. "That money doesn't come from a boss," Leo said. "It comes from solving a problem someone else is too busy or too tired to fix." It was just a curb, gray and sun-bleached

Elias nodded, finally climbing into his Chevy. "Exactly. Now get out of here. You’re making the rest of us look lazy."

"You're an amateur," Elias chuckled. "Now you have capital. Don't spend it on beer. Look at the local auction site."

Leo drove back to school with a toolbox in his trunk instead of a resume, knowing that no matter where he landed, he’d never be broke again. What’s your for making money—