A story about Bill Gates
When I was 17, he came into the paint your own pottery store I worked at to paint a plate for his daughter. It was sweet, but the man did not know how to use a stencil. He signed a one dollar bill for me and I gave it to my dad for Christmas. He framed it (I kid you not) and it still sits on his desk. I happily write this story while on my iBook.
josiefraser
Leicester