Willing To Pay The Price

By: William Tingle

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Several years ago, I found this story somewhere on the web. I cannot remember where I found it or the source for it to give them credit but I did want to share it with you.

In the years since I first read this, it has many times been a source of inspiration for me especially over the past couple of years when I could relate to the story more than ever.

If you are ever feeling discouraged and feel like all has been lost, I hope this story will remind you of the endless possibilities that exist when we simply do not allow ourselves to give up.


Willing To Pay The Price

When my wife Maryanne and I were building our Greenspoint Mall hair salon 13
years ago, a Vietnamese fellow would stop by each day to sell us doughnuts.
He spoke hardly any English, but he was always friendly and through smiles
and sign language we got to know each other. His name was Le Van Vu.

During the day Le worked in a bakery and at night he and his wife listened to
audio tapes to learn English. I later learned that they slept on sacks full
of sawdust on the floor of the back room of the bakery.

In Vietnam the Van Vu family was one of the wealthiest in Southeast Asia.
They owned almost one-third of North Vietnam, including huge holdings in
industry and real estate. However, after his father was brutally murdered, Le
moved to South Vietnam with his mother, where he went to school and
eventually became a lawyer.

Like his father before him, Le prospered. He saw an opportunity to construct
buildings to accommodate the ever- expanding American presence in South
Vietnam and soon became one of the most successful builders in the country.
On a trip to the North, however, Le was captured by the North Vietnamese and
thrown into prison for three years. He escaped by killing five soldiers and
made his way back to South Vietnam where he was arrested again. The South
Vietnamese government had assumed he was a "plant" from the North.

After serving time in prison, Le got out and started a fishing company,
eventually becoming the largest canner in South Vietnam.

When Le learned that the U.S. troops and embassy personnel were about to pull
out of his country, he made a life-changing decision.

He took all of the gold he had hoarded, loaded it aboard one of his fishing
vessels and sailed with his wife out to the American ships in the harbor. He
then exchanged all his riches for safe passage out of Vietnam to the
Philippines, where he and his wife were taken into a refugee camp.

After gaining access to the president of the Philippines, Le convinced him to
make one of his boats available for fishing and Le was back in business
again. Before he left the Philippines two years later en route for America
(his ultimate dream), Le had successfully developed the entire fishing
industry in the Philippines.

But en route to America, Le became distraught and depressed about having to
start over again with nothing. His wife tells of how she found him near the
railing of the ship, about to jump overboard.

"Le," she told him, "If you do jump, whatever will become of me? We've been
together for so long and through so much. We can do this together." It was
all the encouragement that Le Van Vu needed.

When he and his wife arrived in Houston in 1972, they were flat broke and
spoke no English. In Vietnam, family takes care of family, and Le and his
wife found themselves ensconced in the back room of his cousin's bakery in
the Greenspoint Mall. We were building our salon just a couple of hundred
feet away.

Now, as they say, here comes the "message" part of this story:

Le's cousin offered both Le and his wife jobs in the bakery. After taxes, Le
would take home $175 per week, his wife $125. Their total annual income, in
other words, was $15,600. Further, his cousin offered to sell them the bakery
whenever they could come up with a $30,000 down payment. The cousin would
finance the remainder with a note for $90,000.

Here's what Le and his wife did:

Even with a weekly income of $300, they decided to continue to live in the
back room. They kept clean by taking sponge baths for two years in the mall's
restrooms. For two years their diet consisted almost entirely of bakery
goods. Each year, for two years, they lived on a total, that's right, a total
of $600, saving $30,000 for the down payment.

Le later explained his reasoning, "If we got ourselves an apartment, which we
could afford on $300 per week, we'd have to pay the rent. Then, of course,
we'd have to buy furniture. Then we'd have to have transportation to and from
work, so that meant we'd have to buy a car. Then we'd have to buy gasoline
for the car as well as insurance. Then we'd probably want to go places in the
car, so that meant we'd need to buy clothes and toiletries. So I knew that if
we got that apartment, we'd never get our $30,000 together."

Now, if you think you've heard everything about Le, let me tell you, there's
more: After he and his wife had saved the $30,000 and bought the bakery, Le
once again sat down with his wife for a serious chat. They still owed $90,000
to his cousin, he said, and as difficult as the past two years had been, they
had to remain living in that back room for one more year.

I'm proud to tell you that in one year, my friend and mentor Le Van Vu and
his wife, saving virtually every nickel of profit from the business, paid off
the $90,000 note, and in just three years, owned an extremely profitable
business free and clear.

Then, and only then, the Van Vus went out and got their first apartment. To
this day, they continue to save on a regular basis, live on an extremely
small percentage of their income, and, of course, always pay cash for any of
their purchases.

Do you think that Le Van Vu is a millionaire today? I am happy to tell you,
many times over.

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