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。

Educated　dad　just　could　not　understand　wh