What my Jeep Wrangler, with “That’s What



What happens when people
who’re  the epitome of success, turn  up their noses at those they deem financially
inferior? Or what happens when people whom the world regards as “having it
all”  reach a  point 
where all their wealth isn’t worth a penny, literally?



 (The following commentary is based on
events  told to me  by   my
mentor  Mr. Crawford E. Hollinger  III).

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down the highway in my Jeep Wrangler, with 
“That’s What I Like ” by Bruno Mars 
  blaring in the background, I
spot a BMW with the license plate “MADE4MUNE.”  
The driver, a young man in a  custom suit exudes confidence as he surfaced
from his car and walks into a convenience store.  Walking behind him, I note the agility in his
step. It was then that I concluded that 
he was fresh out of college, and had one of those lucrative jobs that
people crave, but never acquire. Entering the door, he acknowledged my presence
with a smile. Even his teeth looked expensive. They were perfect and resembled
a set of porcelain fangs.  


countless food items and soft drinks, the man purchased a Pepsi and roast beef
sandwich. Picking up the latest issue of 
Essence,  I walked up to the counter, just in time to
see him pull out an American Express Gold Card. Taken aback by the card, the
man behind the counter informed Mr. BMW that the store didn’t  accept credit cards and he would have to pay
cash.  “Okay, how much is it?” he asked
feigning embarrassment.  Ringing up the
items, the cashier replied “$5.35.” Rummaging through his pockets in search of
money, the young man came up empty. “Aw, I don’t  believe this,” he said. “What kind of store
are you people running when a man can’t use his Gold Card to buy a soda and an
overpriced sandwich that’s probably stale anyway?”


elderly man waiting to pay for gas, offered to give him  the money. “Excuse me partner, I appreciate
your offer, but why are you doing this?” inquired Mr. BMW  with a smug look on his face. Thinking he was
doing the young man a favor, the Good Samaritan smiled and extended his hand.
“Hey, you know we brothers have got to stick together,” he said. “And since it
looks like you’re short on cash, I  just
thought I would bail you out.” Clearly exasperated, Mr. BMW’s attitude suddenly
turned cold. “Old man,” he said, directing the words at his would be
benefactor. “You can’t even iron  my damn
 boxers. Do you see that BMW sitting out
there,” he said pointing to where the luxurious automobile sat parked. “That is
mine, lock, stock and profit. Now what can a man driving a ragged truck with
the doors hanging off the hinges do for me?”


he prepared to return the Pepsi and sandwich back to the fridge, Mr. BMW lapsed
into more dialogue. “One more thing. Do you see this Master Card in my hand?
Now, let me say it again,  you can’t do a
damn thing for me. I’m the epitome of success,” he ranted, straightening his
tie. “I am educated, make more money than you can count, and have every credit
card ever invented.” Amused  by the boy’s
arrogance, the man burst into laughter. “Yes, my young friend,” he gushed
emphatically. “You are absolutely right. A man driving a beat-up truck can’t
offer you a thing. But isn’t it funny that with all you say you have, you can’t  pay for a Pepsi  and 
sandwich? Now I on the other hand, can buy anything in this store I
want. And guess what? I don’t need a Visa, Master Card or American Express to
do it.”


what you want old man, I’m still livin the good life,” remarked Mr. BMW. “Is
that a fact?” said the man. “Yes, that’s a fact,”  replied the younger man.  Removing his glasses, the Good Samaritan
remarked, “Man, all that talk about what you have don’t mean squat, if you
can’t get what you want when you want it.” 
“You talk like a fool,” said Mr. BMW, staring intensely at the man. “Is
that right?” said the Good Samaritan. “Well check this out. I have my own car,
my own house, and my own business. And I’m not walking around with dried saliva
on the side of my mouth because I’m hungry. “Now tell me,” said the man trying
desperately to maintain a straight face, “who’s the fool now?”  Refusing to answer, Mr. BMW slammed the food
on the counter and left the store.  “Now
ain’t that a blip?” said the man reaching into his wallet. “All that, and he
still ain’t got jack.”


when people reach the pinnacle of success, they have a tendency to deem others
inferior, or to look down on them, not knowing what material things the other
person possesses.  The  bottom line is,  you can make all the money you want. But when
you finish paying the bills, and you’re so broke you can’t see straight, having
tons of credit cards, don’t mean a thing, if no one will accept them. It’s like
the man in the store said, All that talk about what you have, don’t mean squat,
when you’re hungry, and don’t have a penny to spit on. Get the picture?



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