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By Mark Allen Schmidt

A Billion Dollar Windfall 2

A burden or a blessings the difference is in the sharing

The New Billionaires Burden 


I went to visit Charles, his office was located in a building that I now had control over. I asked him, “what do you think I should do with this money?”

Charles said, “The money is not mine to think about. I can help you once you decide how to share the money.”

“Thanks and no thanks Charles,” I said as I left his office. 

After looking around the property I stopped into the coffee shop located at street level in the building. Funny to think I almost blurted out, hey I own this place, but I didn’t. I bought a coffee then sat down, when my cup touched the table I was underwater again. I felt the crush of 100 feet of seawater. I could lift my hand, I could think, and I could feel but I couldn’t shake the pressure that was squeezing me from all sides.  

Then a child on the sidewalk holding a balloon and her mother’s hand stopped and peered into the glass directly at me. She was looking at herself but I could see her. The balloon got away from her and she leapt for the string, but missed it. We both watched the balloon fly up, up and and away between the skyscrapers and out of view. The little girl looked up at her mom, shrugged her shoulder and they walked on. That’s amazing, she didn’t cry or complain. I thought. Why should she, it was only a balloon, she still had her mom’s hand to hold. 

That kid was more anchored in life that I am. That kid could let go of something that was replaceable and hold onto what was irreplacable. It wasn’t one or the other to her. It was one and the other, and the one that got away didn’t matter all that much. I felt the weight fall off me like a lead-balloon. A phrase started to play in the back of my mind, “yoke is easy – burden is light.” What does that mean, where did I hear that? I couldn’t remember, then one word came to the forefront of my mind, Share.

After blanking out for a few moments I grabbed my coffee mug, on the way to my lips I noticed the writing on the cup, “Windfall Cafe.” I palmed the mug and turned back toward the counter. The guy who had poured my coffee was standing tranquially with his wrists crossed behind his back, and his eyes were fixed on me. 

The secret is who you ask, and what you ask them for

The Windfall Coffee Shop


Mug in hand I ambled back toward the counter where the Coffee Man was standing. “Would you like a refill?” He asked.

“Sure, but I’d like to ask you something first.” He didn’t say anything, so I figured it was alright to proceed. “How did you come upon the name for this place?” 

“The name fits the story, and the story is the reason I have this coffee shop.”

“I’d like to hear the story.”

“Hand me your mug first.” He said with an outstretched hand. He filled my coffee, then topped off his own cup that was sitting next to the espresso machine. “To the windfall,” he said in a toasting tone.

“Here, here.” I replied.


“This is the short version of the story. I wanted to open a coffee shop in a great location for as little up-front investment as possible. Not the most sophisticated business plan, but it was all I had. I was looking for a location when I passed this spot. I stopped, and peered in the window, like that girl with the balloon.”

“She was amazing wasn’t she?” I said.

“Yes, this place seems to bring out the Amazing in people.” He paused to sip his coffee, I did the same. “Hey, this is different, its, its…”

“Better?” He asked.

“Yes it is. Is it different from my first cup?” I asked.

“No, but you are.” He added.

That’s an odd thing to say, I thought. I looked back toward him, “You were saying how you found this spot.”


“Yes, I looked in the window and I knew in an instant this was the right place for my coffee shop.”

“How did you know that?” I asked.

He didn’t answer my query, but he went on, “I went through the lobby door and walked to the front desk and said, ‘I’d like to talk with the owner about putting a coffee shop in that space.’” He said with a sweeping gesture. “The person behind the desk smiled and typed something on the computer. ‘Please clip this on and go to the elevator on my left.” The person said while handing me a plain, green badge.’ “I clipped the badge on my shirt pocket and went to the elevator. The door opened and I stepped inside. The elevator climbed quickly to the top floor and the door opened onto a beautiful open space that was flooded with sunlight, and full of fresh flowers.”

I grinned and said, “I know that floor, I was just up there.”

“Did you meet the owner like I did?” He asked. 

“Not exactly, there’s a new owner. Hey I thought this was the short story.” I added.     

“The short of it is; I met the owner, I said I’d like to open a coffee shop in the street-side corner of your lobby. The owner looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘I think we can make a deal.’ Just like that, deal first, then we discussed the details. And here we are, in my windfall coffee shop.” He said.

“I get it, the coffee shop was the windfall.” I said. 

“No, the coffee shop isn’t the windfall, the windfall is the good thing the owner did for me, or I should say, did with me.”

“Are you partners?” I asked.

“Not exactly, but we are sharing something.” He said.

Was it fate, or was it favor? Read the whole story and find out

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I asked him, “what do you think I should do with this money?”
Charles said, “The money is not mine to think about. I can help you once you decide how to share the money.”
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