I never knew my father well, in fact, it would be more correct to say that I never knew him at all. He died when he was forty-seven and I was just sixteen. I say ‘just’ but there really was nothing ‘just’ about me then. I was selfish, conceited, deceitful and disrespectful. Preferring sports, clothes and friends to either his, or my mothers, company.
There was one occasion though when I did listen to his wise words, and they have stayed with me ever since.
He said that a person’s intelligence could not solely be judged on their own individual knowledge, but, more so, on their ability to know where to find out what they don’t know themselves.
I have spent the best part of my life listening to others and assimilating knowledge from them, as my own academic qualifications do not amount to much, and I have learnt from those conversations and overheard speech.
In my opinion, you can learn more from people, than you can ever learn from reading a book, but few listen and; even fewer listen well.