The kid who stole the coffee.

In the winter of 1961, it was very cold for him. His father, a truck driver, had an accident and lost a leg. From then on, he had to walk on crutches. This means that the father has lost his job and the family has lost their financial resources. Every day on the table, my mother picked up the leaves and discounted coffee, the meal is difficult to swallow.

The father, who lost his job, lost the confidence and courage of life together, drank his sorrows every day, and became an alcoholic. As long as he is a little disobedient, he will be furious and beaten like a common occurrence.

On Christmas Eve when I was 12 years old, every family was brightly lit and delicious food smelled good. Only his mother was worried about not being able to borrow money, and his father was furious and scolded them for being idiots. The helpless mother had to drive them to the street to play. The three hungry children found a dazzling array of promotional products at the door of a shopping mall. An idea came to mind in an instant. He asked his brother and sister to go home first, while he kept looking at the beautifully packaged coffee. He wanted to make his father happy so much.

Looking for the right time, he quickly picked up the can of coffee and stuffed it into his cotton-padded coat, only to be seen by the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper shouted to catch the thief, and he ran away fast enough to think that he had lost the shopkeeper and went home to give the coffee to his father. My father was very happy and opened the can of coffee, and the fragrant smell came out. Before he could taste it, the shopkeeper chased him to his home. After the story was revealed, he was badly beaten.

This Christmas is unforgettable to him.

Later, he entered the University of Northern Michigan. In order to save money, he never went home during school and spent all his holidays working.

That day, my mother called and said that my father missed him and wanted to see him. He never thought his father could say such a thing. He was busy negotiating with a client at that time, so he refused his mother. When I returned home two weeks later, I learned that my father had passed away. Later, while sorting out his father's belongings, he found a rusty coffee bucket, which he recognized as the can of coffee he had stolen at the age of twelve. Covered with the father's handwriting: gift from son, Christmas 1964. There is also a letter that reads: "Dear son, as a father, I have failed to provide you with a superior living environment, but I also have a dream. My biggest dream is to have a coffee shop." leisurely grind and make strong coffee for you. This wish cannot be realized. I hope you can have such happiness, son. "

The beating and scolding in the past became a precious memory, and sadness immediately occupied the whole heart. His wife Shirley encouraged him to say, "since my father's wish is to open a coffee shop, let's fulfill his wish for him." Coincidentally, there was a coffee dealer in Seattle who wanted to sell. He resigned his position with an annual salary of 75000 US dollars, contracted to the coffee shop, and developed from a small workshop into a multinational company in just over 20 years.

This is the Starbucks that will be famous all over the world, and he is the poor boy Schultz who used that action to buy dreams.