Lessons I Learned From My Parents - Read!
I don’t know if many people can remember when they started reading, but I can. I was about 22 years old, and I was going out with a girl from Bosnia that was pretty intelligent. I remember one day we were at a cafe, and this American guy from the U.S. Embassy Sarajevo came up to say hello to me. I was working at the embassy too; but I was security and he was a political officer. He sat down and started talking to me and the girl, and soon I became lost. They were discussing Eastern European history, politics, etc., and I just sat there … jealous.
The next day I got to work and picked up the Maxim magazine that was always on post. I looked at it and thought to myself, “No wonder you were so lost last night … look what you read all day.” So I tossed the Maxim, subscribed to a couple newspapers and magazines, and never looked back. The truth is, however, I had witnessed the value of reading years before that embarrassing night.
You see your grandfather, despite a complete lack of formal education, has demonstrated for years how reading has made him one of the smartest high school drop outs you will ever meet. He has an excellent vocabulary, a good sense of U.S. and world history, and is very creative; all attributable to years of reading.
Hopefully someday you will look at your own father, see the same thing I see in your grandfather, and be inspired to read too. It truly is the best form of self-development and self-education, son. And it doesn’t take much to get started.
Trust me, one embarrassing night at a cafe in Bosnia is more than enough.