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Letters In A Glass Bottle VI

Read and Read

Son,

Readers are leaders it is said. As soon as you learn to read, learn to read. Read as much as you can. Reading aside listening is one of the easiest ways to learn. We read the experiences of others, we read about the world and we even have the privilege of reading the mind of God from the Bible.

A lot of the knowledge I have today, do not come from classrooms or experience, they come from books I have read. This is why my collection of books is the most prized of my earthly possessions. I am very happy when I see you reading, this gives me the confidence that you will succeed in future.

The books you read today are the building blocks of your wisdom tomorrow. Do not just read to pass exams and do not make the mistake of limiting your reading and knowledge to school books alone. Read wide and read aplenty. This has helped me be the man I've become.

Learn from this.

Love
Your dad

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