When I was in my twenties, I lived next door to a little boy who I liked. His parents couldn't afford to buy him a bike. So one Saturday, I went to a bicycle shop and blew half my paycheck, $25.00, on a surprise for him. (A)You should have seen that kid jump up and down - he was my friend for life. But this is not the end of the story.

Over the years, as I saved money and became rich, I gave away bike after bike-about 100 in all.

Then in 1977, I was looking for a way to brighten the lives of poor children in Minneapolis. I decided to throw a Christmas party for them. I invited more than 1,000 poor kids of all races who had never owned a bike.