Growing up, I didn't think much about what it meant to be rich. My family and I lived in a lower middle class 'hood. My dad was an electrician. Our next door neighbor was a mailman. The guys who rented the house across the street were entrepreneurs (drug dealers). One day, the police showed up at their house and took them away. We never saw them again. But I digress. Mike, the … [Read more...] about I’m rich Baby! (And follow your Heart)