My dad was an extraordinary man with a beautiful mind. In my young eyes, he was successful. He had an exciting life and kept very busy. Never one to slow down, he enjoyed racing Italian cars and built strong wooden boats. On mornings we missed the school bus, he would drive my sister and me really fast. I loved it, but it gave my sister such a fright! Though he knew a lot of people, he was very lonely. He passed away when I was 16, but his passion for life, cars, boats, and curiosity lives on in me.
My mom devoted her life to the success of her family. I, for the most part, sensed a sadness in her eyes and a longing in her words for a dream of being a doctor that was never realized. But she was magic. She made a house feel like a real home – warm, bright, and nurturing. I inherited a great love of books, knowledge, theater, and opera from my mother. My talented little sister painted like Michelangelo and, while car racing was never a priority in her life, she did marry a dashing man that races fast cars in the USA.
And as for me, I spent my childhood in a 10-year brace treatment for Scoliosis. I read anything I could lay my hands on, except for some of the school books. I was fascinated by life, the world, and people.
On my quest to learn as much as possible about my two passions in life, life and people, I read countless books on philosophy, metaphysics, and psychology.