When my Grandpa Wilson was only 5, a friend of his offered to pay him a nickel to go beat up a cousin. My grandpa accepted, because in the early 50’s a nickel was a respectable coin, and could by a Coca-Cola or a candy bar. The 5 year-old trudged almost two miles and finally got to the house that contained his target. He knocked on the door and when the kid opened my grandpa said “I was payed a nickel to beat you up.” The kid who was probably about 7 but was a wimp and said, “I’ll pay you a dime, not to beat me up.” My grandpa thought a moment and then replied “No. I’m a man of my principle.” The kid, seeing that this approach wasn’t working, somehow found a way to talk my grandpa out of beating him up. My grandpa walked all the way back and gave his client’s nickel back. He was, and still is “a man of principle”.
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