n accountant； he wanted me to learn via 〃osmosis。〃 Rich dad knew I would pick up 〃jargon〃 and a sense of what is important and what is not。 I also worked as a bus boy and construction worker； as well as in sales； reservations and marketing。 He was 〃grooming〃 Mike and me。 That is why he insisted we sit in on the meetings with his bankers； lawyers； accountants and brokers。 He wanted us to know a little about every aspect of his empire。
When I quit my high…paying job with Standard Oil； my educated dad had a heart…to…heart with me。 He was bewildered。 He could not understand my decision to resign from a career that offered high pay； great benefits； lots of time off； and opportunity for promotion。 When he asked me one evening； 〃Why did you quit？〃 I could not explain it to him； as much as I tried。 My logic did not fit his logic。 The big problem wasthat my logic was my rich dad's logic。
Job security meant everything to my educated dad。 Learning meant everything to my rich dad。
Educated dad thought I went to school to learn to be a ship's officer。 Rich dad knew that I went to school to study international trade。 So as a student； I made cargo runs； navigating large freighters； oil tankers and passenger ships to the Far East and the South Pacific。 Rich dad emphasized that I stay in the Pacific instead of taking ships to Europe because he knew that the 〃emerging nations〃 were in Asia； not Europe。 While most of my classmates； including Mike； were partying at their fraternity houses； I was studying trade； people； business styles and cultures in Japan； Taiwan； Thailand； Singapore； Hong Kong； Vietnam； Korea； Tahiti； Samoa and the Philippines。 I also was partying； but it was not in any frat house。 I grew up rapidly。
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