Buffett's Lasting Legacy: Immaterial Wealth Warren Buffett is one of the richest people in the world, but he has left his kids a really skimpy inheritance. Son Peter Buffett says he's OK with that. In his new memoir, Life Is What You Make It, Peter says his parents' love and support "didn't come in the form of a check."

Buffett's Lasting Legacy: Immaterial Wealth

Buffett's Lasting Legacy: Immaterial Wealth

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Peter Buffett is a musician and philanthropist -- and son of investor Warren Buffett, one of the richest people in the world. Peter has gotten plenty of emotional support, but not much financial support from his parents over the years. "There are so many assumptions that come with who my father is," Buffett says. C. Taylor Crothers hide caption

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Peter Buffett is a musician and philanthropist -- and son of investor Warren Buffett, one of the richest people in the world. Peter has gotten plenty of emotional support, but not much financial support from his parents over the years. "There are so many assumptions that come with who my father is," Buffett says.

C. Taylor Crothers

When Peter Buffett was 19 years old, he inherited $90,000 in stock -- no more, no less. That isn't exactly a small sum, but when you consider that Buffett's father -- billionaire investor Warren Buffett -- is one of the richest people in the world, that inheritance starts to look a little skimpy.

But Peter Buffett doesn't seem to mind. In his new memoir, Life Is What You Make It, he explains that he's glad his father didn't let him take the easy way out. With plenty of emotional support -- but little financial support from his parents -- Peter Buffett has become an Emmy Award-winning musician. He talks to NPR's Renee Montagne about how he learned to "make the best of a good situation."

'Support Didn't Come In The Form Of A Check'

Peter Buffett's upbringing in Omaha, Neb., would look fairly familiar to many middle-class Americans.

"I lived two blocks from where my mother grew up," Buffett says. "I would walk to my grandparents' house, the door was always open. ... Our house didn't have a fence around it or anything. It was just in a typical neighborhood in Omaha."

Warren Buffett still lives in the house where Peter and his siblings grew up. Peter says that his father has essentially maintained the same routine since 1964 -- every day he drives himself to work, parks in the same parking space, goes to work in the same building. It's a "well-worn groove" that works for the legendary investor, because he "loves what he does so much," his son explains.

Peter Buffett says there are many assumptions that come with being his father's son -- mainly an easy life of money and privilege.

"But the support, the privilege, really comes from having two parents that said and believed that I could do anything," Buffett explains. "That support didn't come in the form of a check. That support came in the form of love and nurturing and respect for us finding our way, falling down, figuring out how to get up ourselves."

Life Is What You Make It
Life Is What You Make It: Find Your Own Path to Fulfillment
By Peter Buffett
Hardcover, 272 pages
List price: $23.99
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'A Head Start'

The $90,000 in stock Buffett inherited at 19 actually started out in the form of a farm left by his grandfather, but as Peter explains, "my dad can't stand the misallocation of capital, so he sold the farm and put it into Berkshire Hathaway stock."

Peter Buffett says the money was "a head start." He was in college at the time, and he used the funds to buy some recording equipment. Had Buffett left the $90,000 in stock alone, it would be worth more than $70 million today -- but he insists he has no regrets.

"I'm much happier having a life," he says.

Buffett has had some rocky economic and personal times -- he's had double mortgages on his house and has had to raise money for shows; he admits there have been times he's wished for the easy way out. Once, in his 20s, he approached his father to ask for a loan -- his father refused. Peter was angry at the time, but in retrospect, he appreciates his father's resolve.

"I learned more in those [difficult] times about myself and my resiliency than I ever would have if I'd had a pile of money and I could have glided through life," he says. "I honestly feel that it is an act of love to say, 'I believe in you as my child, and you don't need my help.' "

Buffett likes knowing that he owns his own success -- rather than feeling as though he has lived off of his father's success.

$1 Billion For Giving Back

Though $90,000 was the only inheritance Peter Buffett received from his father for personal use, he and his siblings have received an enormous sum of money -- $1 billion each -- to do charitable work. That money came as something of a surprise, and Peter was taken aback by the "awesome responsibility and opportunity."

He says he and his wife spent several years researching how to be most effective as philanthropists. Ultimately, they settled on a charitable way to "invest in undervalued assets," which Peter Buffett admits is "a page out of my dad's book."

"We found that young girls, adolescent girls -- in the developing world in particular -- are the greatest undervalued asset we've ever seen," Buffett says.

He and his wife have founded NoVo Foundation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to empowering women and girls around the world.

"If you support the girl, you support the family, you support the community," Peter Buffett explains. "And it just ripples out all over the world."

Excerpt: 'Life Is What You Make It'

Life Is What You Make It
Life Is What You Make It: Find Your Own Path to Fulfillment
By Peter Buffett
Hardcover, 272 pages
List price: $23.99

You're Warren Buffett's son? But you seem so normal! Over the course of my life, I have heard many versions of this comment, and I have always taken it as a compliment -- a compliment not to me, but to my family.

Why? Because what we mean by "normal" really comes down to this: that a person can function effectively and find acceptance among other human beings. To put it another way, it means that a person has been given the best possible chance to make the most of his or her own life. This ability, in turn, can come only from an embrace of the social and emotional values that connect us all. And those values are learned -- maybe it would be more accurate to say absorbed -- at home.

Those core values are the foundation for everything I have to say in this book. So let's look a little more closely at a few of them, and consider how they are passed along.

Very near the top of the list, I would place the concept of "trust." Taken in the very widest sense, trust is the belief that the world is a good place. Not a perfect place, as anyone can see, but a good place -- and a place worth the trouble of trying to make better. If you want to function effectively in the world -- not to mention stay in a good mood -- this is a very useful thing to believe!

Trust in the world is inseparable from a trust in People -- a belief that human beings, however flawed we all are, are fundamentally well-intentioned. People want to do the right thing. Clearly, there are many pitfalls and temptations that lead people to do the wrong thing. But doing the wrong thing is a perversion, a betrayal of our true nature. Our true nature is to be fair and kind.

Not everyone believes this, of course. Some people think that human beings are fundamentally bad -- grasping, competitive, inclined to lie and cheat. Frankly, I feel sorry for people who see it that way. It must be difficult for them to get through the day -- to maintain open friendships, to do business without constant scheming and suspicion, even to love.

The belief -- the faith -- that people are basically good is one of the core values that allow us to feel at home in the world.

Where does this all-important trust come from? It has to start with a loving family then extends outward to a caring and secure community.

I was very fortunate in my upbringing. In our famously mobile society, my family was remarkably stable. The house I grew up in -- a very average, early-twentieth-century subdivision sort of house that my father had bought in 1958 for $31,500! -- was two blocks from where my mother had grown up. My grandparents still lived there. The city of Omaha was filling in around us, and the neighborhood became a strange mix of rural and urban. Our street was actually a main artery going in and out of town, but our house was rather barn-like, with teardrop attic windows like those seen in The Amityville Horror. Just for the fun of it, we used to plant a few rows of corn in our small side yard. As soon as I proved that I was able to look both ways before crossing the street, I was allowed to walk by myself to visit my grandparents. The space between my parents' and my grandparents' houses was like a bubble or corridor of love. I got hugs at both ends of the journey. My grandmother was an archetype of a perhaps vanishing breed: a homemaker, and proud of it. She was always cooking, running errands, or doing projects around the house.

When I appeared, she made me ice-cream cones with little candy surprises embedded in every scoop. My grandfather always wanted to know what I'd learned in school that day. On the walk back home, neighbors would wave or toot their horns.

Idyllic? Sure. And I am only too aware that not every child has the benefit of such a serene and supportive home environment. Those that don't have that benefit have a lot more ground to cover on the path of learning to trust the world.

But the point I'd like to make here is this: The things that allowed me to feel safe and trusting as a kid had nothing to do with money or material advantages.

It didn't matter how big our house was; it mattered that there was love in it. It didn't matter if our neighborhood was wealthy or otherwise; it mattered that neighbors talked to each other, looked out for one another. The kindnesses that allowed me to trust in people and in the basic goodness of the world could not be measured in dollars; they were paid for, rather, in hugs and ice-cream cones and help with homework.

They were kindnesses that every parent and every community should be able to shower on their children.

If trust is the core value that allows us to meet the world in a cheerful stance, then tolerance is the equally important quality that allows us to deal with the realities of differences and conflict. Let's be honest: If people were all more or less the same -- if there were no differences in race, religion, sexual orientation, political leanings -- life would in some ways be easier. But, boy, would it be dull! Diversity is the spice of life. Our ability to embrace diversity makes our own lives richer.

Conversely, whenever we fall victim to prejudice or unadmitted bias, we make our own lives smaller and poorer. You don't believe that women are the equal of men in the workplace? Well, your world has just shrunk by half. You have a problem with gay people? Well, you just deprived yourself of 10 percent of the population. You're not comfortable with black people? Latinos? You get my drift. Keep giving in to intolerance, and eventually your world contains no one but you and a few people who look like you and think like you; it gets to resemble a small, snooty, and deathly dull country club! Is that a world worth living in?

Tolerance was one of the key values I absorbed at home. I'm proud to say that my parents were actively engaged in the civil rights struggles of the late fifties and early sixties. I was just a child at the time -- much too young to understand the complexity and awful history behind the issues of the day. But I didn't need to be lectured about racism and bigotry; all I had to do was keep my eyes open. My mother, who was never shy about letting people know where she stood, had a bumper sticker on her car that said nice people come in all colors. One morning we found that someone had crossed out all colors and scrawled in white. This petty and stupid bit of vandalism was a revelation to me. Racism was something that happened -- or so I'd thought -- far away, in places like Selma, Alabama, and that we watched on television news reports. But this was Omaha -- supposedly a bastion of fair-mindedness and common sense -- and racism was here as well.

This was hugely disappointing, but I learned a couple things from it. First, that one should never take tolerance for granted, but work actively to foster it. Second, that the smug belief that prejudice is someone else's failing -- in this case, that of the benighted Southerners -- is itself a kind of bias. Plenty of us Midwesterners shared the taint. If racism has provided the most dramatic test of tolerance in my lifetime, it certainly isn't the only arena where there is ground to be covered and lessons to be learned.

Reprinted from Life is What You Make It by Peter Buffett. Copyright 2010. Published by Harmony Books, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group.