Warren Buffett & The Street Cleaner: The Secrets Within: A Street Cleaner’s Letter to Warren Buffett

"I came to meet Warren Buffett."
I told the receptionist at Mr. Buffett's office. He asked me why I wanted to meet him. I didn’t know the right answer to his question. All I knew was that I would discover the answer the moment I met Mr. Buffett.
On a scorching summer day, I visited Mr. Buffett’s company, hoping to meet him. I even cleaned the streets around his building, looking for a chance to encounter him. Yet, strangely, whenever I imagined meeting Mr. Buffett, memories of my past self would resurface. Back then, I was an outcast, lagging behind others. One day, I witnessed my friend being bullied, but I turned away. I feared that helping her would make me a target as well. Tragically, my friend ended up jumping from the school building. When I thought of meeting Mr. Buffett, I would always recall the image of my friend’s fall. Perhaps, in some way, I had been trapped in that moment.

Then, when the receptionist asked why I wanted to meet Mr. Buffett, it felt like the hands of my life’s clock started moving again. I opened my mouth and said:

“My dream is to become someone like Mr. Buffett someday. If he believes my dream can come true, I hope he’ll meet with me.”

With these words, I handed the receptionist a letter. I had poured the reasons why I wanted to meet Mr. Buffett into that letter. The untold story hidden within that letter now begins.