Jordan Belfort

I know what I'm going to do.

I'm going to get a cooler, white styrofoam cooler.

I'm going to load it up with ice cream and ices and I'm going to get some dry ice and walk down to the beach and sell it for a buck a piece.

That was my idea, right?

Went down to it next morning to a distributor that sold good humor ice cream.

I load up my cooler.

The full cost of the cooler is 20 bucks, right?

I go out and sell it out in one hour, made $120 in an hour in 1978, right?

Wow.

It was more than my parents were making, anyone my parents, my neighbor were making, right?

And what happened is that the next day I went back and made $500.

In the first summer, I made $26,000.

Second summer, $50,000.

So I made big money.

And what I realized, so what happened in this moment, I linked up in my brain that if I work my freaking ass off, I can get the, I wanted money.

I didn't grow up wealthy.

I grew up lower middle class, all right?

We had everything we needed, but not what I wanted.

Right.

And had this burning desire for whatever reason, right?