Dear Sir, Thirty years ago, I walked into your bakery  and asked for some loaves of bread to sell. At that time I was twelve years old. A young lady was working that day. She gave me five loaves and wished me good luck. I took the loaves and went out to sell them. It took me all day, but I sold them all. At the end of the day, I had some money. I was the happiest boy in the world as I walked home that evening. The next day, I went to a bicycle shop. I paid a deposit on a new bicycle. And then I started my next job--as a newspaper deliver boy. Soon I could pay the rest of the money for the bicycle and the bike was mine. I was so proud! Today, I still work in the delivery business. I have a lot of trucks to send goods all over the country. I live in a beautiful house, but I don't ride a bicycle these days. I drive a large and nice car. I do not know who that young lady was. But because she gave me the start, I have become a successful man. I'd like to show my thanks to her. Yours, George Jenkins What did the man do with the money made by selling bread?
He went home to give it to his parents. He bought some newspapers to read. He paid the money as a deposit on a new bicycle. He bought some more bread.