Advice from my Grandfather
My Grandfather is 90 years old and still very, very sharp. He has served as an Officer in the Navy, traveled around the world, and has managed to establish himself as a successful entrepreneur in a foreign country. Since he’s retired his hobby these days consist of reading about mobsters and mafias.
The other day he gave me some advice that I thought I would share.
“I’ve been to Spain, Holland, Germany, England, Qatar, and the USA. You should travel too. But don’t go to New York, or London, or any place like that. There’s no point. Those places are all the same. Most cities are all the same. I want you to go to a poor country. I want you to witness poverty with your own eyes: true poverty.
Do you want to know why I left Pakistan? Everyday you would see beggars lining the streets. Being rich in a poor country does not free you from poverty. You’re surrounded by poverty. It’s a sickness of society. Do you think everyone owns a warm house and watches the snow fall? No. I don’t want you to live in poverty; just witness it. Then boy, you’ll understand how this world really works.”
I think he has a point. I’ve never been much of a city guy anyway.