When my brother had nothing and he saw that sign, a man that he knew casually the very day of the sale of that lot, the most desirable lot, he came in and said, “Vic, are you going to buy it?” He said, “With what?” “Well, I have money and I’ll buy it for you. I need no collateral; if you have none, give me your signature and your father’s signature, and on that little piece of paper you promise that you will pay me six percent on the investment, and reduce it over ten years so at the end of ten years the principle has been repaid. And over the ten years you will pay six percent on any principle that is left. So you start right away.” Vic said, “Alright.” And so here, a man out of nowhere, a human character comes in and buys it. We had no money and that day we owned the building, and that day we moved in. This fantastic story unfolded. And now, from that little beginning, he repaid it with his six percent interest. At the end of twenty-five years the man died, having put the money back into the business at four percent, because it was the best he could get. And then when he died he left my brother Victor—-he didn’t leave us as a family—-he left my brother Vic a hundred fifty thousand dollars in cash and many pieces of property, all kinds of things in the island, because he called him his best friend. That was Vic just simply telling himself a story.805 ¶19