Dear International Friend,
I made a horrible mistake. Almost! The supposed error? Letting my mind wander four decades back to an hour I spent with a girl. You can learn from this near disaster as I did, seven most powerful sources of wealth, health and asset protection, security and fulfillment of this era.
The girl was pretty and blond. Terry was her name. My imagination spanned 40 years returning to my Oregon roots seeing her as if she were there.
We were 11 or 12 and had known each other since we started Rockwood grade school. Just buddies, our non-romantic friendship lasted 12 years, from first grade till high school's end. Then she went off to Pepperdine College in California. I started traveling the world. Never saw her again. I hope her life has gone well. But until that reflection I'd never thought much of Terry in 40 years.
What could have been the tragic error was letting that memory touch my heart. Two kids, walking on a crisp, Pacific Northwest autumnal afternoon.
We walked down a sun filled, pine needle covered, dirt path. Huge, fat, green Douglas firs lined the road. Traffic was no problem, not many cars. Crossing Stark Street we turned left, hiking three blocks to 182nd. There we passed an old clapboard candy store. I can still hear the wooden sidewalk of that store slap beneath my feet, felt the soggy planks sag and smelled astringent pitch from the fir trees. Then we turned right, up 182nd for about a mile. There was Terry's house. I carried on, walking through a big field, waist high grass turned straw brown by an early frost. There were dozens of paths made by who knows what. Animals perhaps or countless generations of other kids walking home from school. I chose one following it to another wood of tall, rough-barked fir. Crossing one more field, I climbed a rock wall, struggled through a barbed wire fence (my Mom hated that fence ripping my jeans). I was home! Sweet simplicity, that dream. Two kids holding hands, walking on a dirt trail under a crisp, but blue, sunny sky. Pure innocence.
My tragic error was coming back. I returned to Rockwood, Oregon with Merri and my kids to show them this part of their roots. Following the route, Terry and I had walked were the candy store, grange hall, old wooden buildings and their home spun honesty and charm.
Instead we found six lanes of fast, frantic traffic and road rage. McDonalds, KFC, strip shopping centers. The car radio blared warnings of local gangs and drive-by-shootings. Beauty, innocence, sweet simplicity, replaced by drive ins and drive bys. I started to cry. Gangs and drive-by shootings replacing a tender walk in the sun. Good bye memories, good bye.
How can our kids walk in places like this?
How can any of us possibly keep pace in this world that's moving so fast? Then something inside snapped. “There has to be an answer for honest, hard working folks to enjoy the wonderful opportunities of today and regain what we've lost over the past forty years”, I swore to myself.
How can we keep up, without having such a fast paced life we turn into machines? Where do we find time for God, family, charity, and our friends? How can we rediscover those sun filled, pine needle covered, dirt paths we want to walk?
There has to be places that are still innocent and pure, I thought. There has to be a way of life that does not pound us with stress. This thinking led me to begin reviewing the thousands of economic and business experiences I have shared with readers over the past thirty years. This started a search for a simpler way of life and a better place to be. By digging, asking and observing, traveling and talking to investors and investment managers all over the world many answers were found. All suggested that this puzzle was not one of knowledge or information. The difference between success and failure was a matter of attitude of if you like spirit. The keys to great, sustained wealth, reduction of stress and a relaxed enjoyable way of life are not found in the outside world of economics, business or finance. The ultimate answers of everlasting abundance and a simple enjoyable life lay within and the key that unlocks these answers is our own business dig something we love, believe in that also does something good for the world. That knowledge helped me develop the course International Business Made EZ. This knowledge helped Merri and me find and develop Merrily Farms into a sanctuary here on Little Horse Creek. This is a course on how to keep pace, get ahead, enjoy our modern society but, to enjoy life as you earn anywhere in the world you choose without having to move too fast. Our autumn course is special because the air is dry, crisp, with a bright sparkling sun. Our North Carolina woods turn crimson and gold this time of year so we can once again walk down sun filled, pine needle covered, dirt paths beneath huge, fat, green fir and hemlock lined roads. Won't you join Merri and me strolling through big fields, waist high grass turned straw brown by an early frost and our clear flowing creeks?
October 4-5-6 at Little Horse Creek for International Business Made EZ or to “Health Secrets of the World”, October 6 to 13. Enjoy the sweet simplicity and innocence of this land as we learn how to have everlasting wealth this fall. Please see our courses section at https://www.garyascott.com/courses/
Don't delay. Our free luxury accommodations are limited and we are almost full for this course.