Oh, man, it's great to be home. I was born and raised in Akron, Ohio. Who here's from Ohio?

That's right. It's so great to be here. I grew up here with a single mom who raised six kids, five boys and one girl on her own.

She worked two jobs. As a second grade teacher, packed my dinner in a paper bag, drove me

around Akron, Ohio, filling up turnstiles at convenience stores with greeting cards, just so me and

my siblings could eat. And I told my mom, despite what she wanted for me, which was

doctor, lawyer, or failure. Fetus wasn't fully developed until aftergraduate school, which was doctor, lawyer, or failure.

Fetus wasn't fully developed until after graduate school, which is why most of my siblings,

all of them actually went to the Ivy League's, Harvard, Penn, Columbia.

I just wanted to be rich.

I wanted to be rich for the sake of something, which is so important.

I wanted to be rich for the sake of financial security to provide a house and a car for my mom. Sorry, my mom recently passed away. And teaching me

again, you're either humble or you're about to be. I'm a 57-year-old mama's boy.

Text my mom still every day. I'm happy. I'm healthy. I love you and appreciate you.

Every day. I suggest you do the same no matter what age you are. But I just wanted to be rich. Anybody here want to be rich? Yeah, there's nothing wrong

with being rich. My mom used to tell me, David, the more you give, the more you will receive.

Anybody believe that? The more you give, the more you will receive. It's so true, but when my mom passed

recently, and she gave more than anyone, she gave just like

most teachers, most moms, most United States veterans, our first responders, she gave everything

to her community, to her family, Sunday school, second graders was a principal.

She worked, believe it or not, in the

70s. When my dad left her, she couldn't get a credit card because I know most of you aren't as

old as me, but women couldn't get credit cards in the 70s without a man's co-signature.

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