When I was growing up, I was quite introverted, but that didn’t stop me from having friends at school and in the neighborhood. Some of my friends were introverted like me and some extroverted. It was a middle-class neighborhood which had a wide range of family incomes, but who had how much money didn’t matter to us kids as we spent our free time playing ball or even board games. It was an idyllic sort of childhood, to be honest. Amidst the trees stretching to the horizon and the southern winds, with the houses and apartments punctuating the vegetation, we didn’t worry about the past or the future. What mattered was friendship and the frequent jokes we’d share between each other. No one thought of money, wealth or class. What mattered was having fun. But children don’t remain children and as we grew up we understood money, and suddenly the future worried us, especially me and my introverted best friend Bobby, who like me wanted to study at the best college, then do a graduate degree from the best Business school, and become a rich fat man, as he said, although we hardly knew what making money entailed.
The sands of time flowed, and we grew taller and more worldly and soon the end of school was near. Bobby had graduated high school two years before me and now he was studying at…