The Lesson I made my way to my fathers store, in downtown Manhattan, to help him with the daily grind. He had employed me, because we as a family had not been able to make ends meet. When we had just enough money, however, my schooling and the food had taken priority. But unfortunately, the times when we could make things meet were not very common. My father, in his tender way of putting things, asked me to help him stock the shelves, and take an inventory of the current amount of products on those shelves and then write out a list of where I put them. He explained to me that the only way to keep accurat