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<strong>Making</strong> <strong>Your</strong> <strong>First</strong> <strong>Million</strong><br />
thanks for the lift again, do you want to see a photo <strong>of</strong> my wife <strong>and</strong> kids?, six <strong>of</strong> em,<br />
aren't they beautiful. I made small talk while Darren passed the photos around, carrying<br />
the bulk <strong>of</strong> the conversation while Lyndon, my business partner murmured assent at<br />
polite intervals. "We'll drop you at Palmer's Road." I yelled above the roar <strong>of</strong> the rain.<br />
The hail started a couple <strong>of</strong> miles before Palmers Road <strong>and</strong> I looked at Lyndon. We<br />
underst<strong>and</strong> each other quite well. "We'll drop you at the station." Lyndon shouted. At<br />
Morisset the 6.08 from the city was disgorging its commuters. Darren <strong>and</strong> I stood<br />
awkwardly, an oddly matched pair, as streams <strong>of</strong> people, some <strong>of</strong> whom I knew, swirled<br />
past us. Lyndon returned with a train ticket in his h<strong>and</strong>. "There you go Darren. That'll get<br />
you home." Darren fingered the ticket, silent. Absent-mindedly he flicked it open <strong>and</strong><br />
inside was the unmistakable orange flare <strong>of</strong> a $20 note. His voice started to tremble. "You<br />
blokes . . ." A tear escaped down his cheek. "You blokes . . . I'm 25 years old. Been on<br />
the streets since I was 11. Lived rough all me life. Nobody's ever . . .: His voice trailed<br />
away. I seized the moment <strong>and</strong> shook his h<strong>and</strong>. "Good on you, Darren. God loves you<br />
mate." And left.<br />
All things are possible. I met W Mitchell at the Sydney Convention Centre. He told his<br />
story to an audience <strong>of</strong> 3000. W was for Wonderful. In his early twenties he was rushing<br />
to meet his girlfriend riding his motorbike. At an intersection he collided with a milktruck<br />
<strong>and</strong> the truck toppled onto the bike. He was trapped under the truck <strong>and</strong> as the fuel<br />
gushed from the tank he tried to remember from science class the flash point for gasoline,<br />
hoping it hadn't been exceeded. His thoughts were interrupted by a whoomph as the fuel<br />
ignited <strong>and</strong> his body began to be incinerated.<br />
When the paramedics arrived they hauled his body from under the truck, thinking him<br />
dead. But a check revealed there was still a pulse <strong>and</strong> they rushed him to the burns unit at<br />
the hospital in Crested Butte, expecting him to die in the morning. But he clung to life.<br />
For the next three months he lay comatose, his dreadful burns attended to with love <strong>and</strong><br />
care by hospital staff who daily expected him to die. But Mitchell survived. After many<br />
months he recovered <strong>and</strong> on the day his b<strong>and</strong>ages were removed Mitchell stood before<br />
the mirror <strong>and</strong> surveyed the damage. And he wished he had died. His face was burnt <strong>of</strong>f<br />
<strong>and</strong> unrecognizable either as him or as a face. He had no fingers or thumbs. He wanted to<br />
die <strong>and</strong> went into a deep depression. Many months <strong>of</strong> reconstructive surgery, the love <strong>and</strong><br />
attention <strong>of</strong> the staff <strong>and</strong> his own natural optimism turned him around <strong>and</strong> within a year<br />
he was back out there.<br />
And Mitchell went into business in real estate. Ignoring <strong>and</strong> overcoming his h<strong>and</strong>icaps<br />
Mitchell became happy <strong>and</strong> successful <strong>and</strong> even stood once for the US Senate from his<br />
position as mayor <strong>of</strong> Crested Butte, Montana. And then in the later part <strong>of</strong> his life he<br />
bought a twin-engine Cessna which he used to ferry his customers to view real estate. It<br />
was on one <strong>of</strong> these trips that he l<strong>and</strong>ed awkwardly on the airstrip as wind shear slammed<br />
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