Wild Ride To Success

chapter-3

My father’s dream for me was a simple one: get a first-class
education at a first-class school. A career of peak achievement
and just compensation would then be assured, or so he thought.
His firm belief was that a well-developed base of personal
knowledge laid the foundation for a successful life. “No matter
whatever happens to you, Peter, no one will ever be able to take
away your education. Knowledge will always be your best friend,
no matter where you go or what you do,” he would often say to
me while finishing his supper after another grueling fourteen-
hour day at the factory he devoted most of his life to. My father
was quite a man. He was also a great storyteller, one of the best. In his home
country, the elders used parables to convey the wisdom of the ages
to their children, so he carried this rich tradition with him to his
adopted country. From the day that my mother died suddenly
while making his lunch in our well-worn kitchen until the time that
my brother and I entered our teenage years, my father would
send us off to a dreamy sleep with a delightful story that always
had a life lesson. One that particularly stands out in my mind is
about an old farmer on his deathbed, who asked his three sons to
gather around him. “Sons,” he said, “Death is close by and I shall
soon take my last breath. But before I do, I must share a secret
with you. In that field behind our farmhouse, there lies a glorious
treasure. Dig deep and you shall find it. You will never have to
worry about money again.”
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