My parents were hard-working vegetable famers in western Washington, but making ends meet was always a struggle.
My classmates laughed at my hand-me-down clothes and logger boots with holes in the soles, but I never went to bed hungry and my mother kissed me goodnight every night until I left for college.
Farm work was hard and I hated it—I mean really hated it—at the time, but I now think that those years on the farm were the foundation of the success that I enjoy today.
Moreover, there’s a surprising number of investment lessons that I learned as the son of a farmer.
Boring Work Is the Most Important Work