When I was 12, an uncle of mine told our family about how he was cheated by a partner in an ice-cream-truck business and I thought I would never want to be cheated like that. Going through high school it was as if I had an ear for failed partnerships and cheated partners. I would hear about how one partner ended up doing all the work in a business while the other collected his undeserved share and I would nod in agreement with my opinion reinforced over my uncle's misfortune. Our local grocer would refer to his silent partner and, because he was a somber man, I related his sadness to having a partner who contributed little because she didn't talk.
I had a best friend who studied accounting, and he spoke of partnership returns being a huge headache and how everybody needed to incorporate. I hate headaches, so I sure didn't want to ever be in a partnership.
It sounds so naïve now, but these are the kinds of misgivings and beliefs people grow up with. Perhaps you, too, have a funny feeling about sharing half of what you make with another person.
Then I married JoAnn. I did it in a heartbeat and said the vows and never gave it a second's thought that I had now entered into the greatest partnership of all. We endowed each other with all our worldly possessions, which seemed easy because we didn't have much. But we had dreams and they were shared and they were priceless and we loved each other and I never once thought of my cheated uncle or my ...