When I was 23, I decided to cast aside the shackles of my undergraduate degree in mathematics and journey to a far off land. You see, when my father was 23, he left his friends and family in India and came to North America in search of a better life. Thus, I would do the same and make a similar voyage to the land of opportunity known as America, and I would become a student of the law.
Before making that journey, I spent five weeks learning french on the government's dime in rural Quebec. I had the opportunity to embrace the Quebecois lifestyle, which I learned consisted primarily of drinking beer on a porch. I also had the chance to perform improv in french, and was the star of the show. It was not until toward the end of the five weeks that I realized that people were laughing at my french accent rather than at my jokes.
Shortly after I began law school in the United States, a career adviser told me that law firms would love me because I had a lot of overseas experience. Not having the heart to tell him that Canada was not overseas, I simply made a mental note to ignore his advice.
Now, as a man of 28, I try to live by the advice of the illustrious
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies - "God damn it, you've got to be kind."