My parents ran a small restaurant in Seattle．It was open 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and my first 1 job, when I was six years old, was 2 diner's shoes．My father had done it when he was young, so he taught me 3 to do it right, telling me to offer to re－shine the shoes if the customer wasn't 4 ．
Working in the restaurant was a 5 of great pride because I was also working for the 6 of the whole family．But my father made it clear I had to 7 certain standards to be part of the team．I had to be punctual, hard－working and 8 to the customers．
I was 9 paid for my work I did at the restaurant．One day I made the mistake of 10 Dad I thought he should give me ＄10 a week．He said, “OK, then how about you 11 me for the three meals a day you eat here? And for the times you bring in your buddies for free sodas?” He 12 I owed him about ＄40 a week．
I remember 13 home to Seattle after being away in the Army for about two years．I had just been 14 to captain and was full of pride as I walked into my parents’ restaurant．The 15 thing Dad said was, “How about your cleaning up tonight?” “I cannot 16 this! I'm an officer in the US Army! But it didn't matter．As far as Dad was 17 , I was just another member of the team．I 18 the mop．Working for Dad had taught me that loyalty 19 a team comes first．It doesn't matter 20 that team is involved in a family restaurant or Operation Desert Storm．
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