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The Personal Story of the Chariman of Apple Inc.

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The cold needle pokes through my skin, the warm dope rushes through my veins, and we’re back baby, back in my ideal utopia. It wasn’t always like this. I had friends, I had a family, I had a girl who loved me. It all started when I was 15 and my father died from overdosing on cocaine. Middle class family, struggling to survive. A lone mother taking care of three little girls and one fifteen year old. Times got tough and I dropped out of high school at the age of 16 to help my mother pay bills and put food on the table. I worked at a fast-food restaurant and the money was absolute shit even on top of the cash my mom was bringing in. I never was a religious man, but I prayed. Why God? Why my family? Why me? Several days later my prayers were answered. While at work my co-worker Bryan Schaelary introduced me to a guy named Paco who promised me lots of cash. Yes, Paco is a drug dealer the one thing I promised my mother I would stay away from, a drug dealer. The same guy who sold to my dad, the same guy who murdered my dad. I gave into my greed and picked up an ounce of pot from him. Bagged it up real fast, and sold it fairly quick. Week by week I would buy more and more pot and then I eventually started smoking my product. Weeks turned to months and months turned to years by this time I was already moving onto selling coke, H, and LSD. The money was great, I told my mother I picked up two extra jobs which was her belief of why I was never home. While she thought I was busting my ass when in reality I was letting time pass, sitting on Paco’s couch smoking and selling dope. Christmas was next week and I wanted to make it the best Christmas a family could ever ask for. I need money, more money. Paco agreed to front me $2,000 worth of he...

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...eve Jobs creates “Super Computer” huge success, in stores now! My finger eased up and I dropped the gun in disbelief. I proceeded to my mailbox and there it was a yellow package. I tore the package open and there it was, a check for $100,000 from Mr. Jobs.

The cold needle pokes through my skin, the warm dope rushes through my veins. December 5th, two years ago was the last time I touched a drug or sip of alcohol. Some say it’s a miracle story. My Name is Mike Frost, Chairman of Apple Inc. This is my success story and I want to pass it onto you students today. Thank you for your time and if you were all to look under your seats, I left a present for you all. I walked out the auditorium to the sound of uncontrollable laughter, crying, and happiness. Now that I have all the money I need, my goal in life is to help under privileged kids be the best they can be in life.

In this essay, the author

  • Narrates how they became addicted to cocaine when they were 15 and their father died from overdosing. they dropped out of high school at 16 to help their mother pay bills and put food on the table.
  • Narrates how their mother thought they were busting their ass when they sat on paco's couch smoking and selling dope. the day before christmas, they saw police lights flashing in their rear view mirror and a k-9 unit was called over.
  • Narrates how they woke up to the worst nightmare and forgot about paco and only had his number in their cell phone. they sold their house and moved into an apartment with lots of insurance money.
  • Describes how they met steve jobs, the man who changed their life. he showed them business ideas of a super computer.
  • Narrates how mike frost, chairman of apple inc., walked out the auditorium to the sound of uncontrollable laughter, crying, and happiness. now that he has all the money, his goal in life is to help under privileged kids.
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