The Early Days - Failure is not an option
There has never been a doubt in my mind that my brother would be successful. After all, he's my father's son. See what I did there? ;)
Let me explain why I think so, and take you back to Santiago de Chile around 1945.
My father is the youngest of 4 brothers, all destined for good stuff when their father, a successful lawyer, passed away at an early age and left the family in shambles. My grand mother was forced to take on a few jobs in order to support the family, and the eldest brother joined the army. Since the family was obviously in a difficult situation, Grand Mother, a VERY tough cookie, made it very clear to the boys that life is hard as nails and they would have to grow up quickly. So the boys studied and developed themselves and worked jobs on the side.
She was very fortunate to have welcomed and raised 4 intelligent sons that would look out for one another in these difficult circumstances and the brothers, well disciplined by GrandMa, started working and studying hard in order to secure their respective futures. No one else would do that for them, they learned fast. Even though their mother was often not around due to the heavy burden of having to raise a family of 4 by herself while working a minimum of 3 jobs, the brothers grew close and helped one another through these tough times. Respect.
As the eldest brother quickly became a highly decorated army officer, the next 2 brothers obtained full scholarships in the USA at Ivy League universities, and Dad became a top 1% scholar at the University de Chile and managed to play in a successful folks band which won the South American folk music competition and put out 2 records.
Failure was not an option.
Yep. My dad is a Rockstar. Literally. The Chilean Folk version of a backstreet boy ;) It has been said that he played guitar with Julio Iglesias (true story) and shared a changing room with Jimmy Cliff (also a true story).
In this period he fell in love with a super cute Gringa named Helene from that far away Europe while she was stationed in Chile with her Dutch family, and after she went back to Holanda to pursue her career, Dad, madly in love with this Gringa decided to be a Little Loco and leave his easy life in Chile to conquer Mom's heart back in the Low Lands., with just a few bucks in his pocket. And you wonder where I got my Crazy Gene ;)
These were not easy times since the Netherlands did not recognise his Architectural degree, they made him redo his entire degree in order to be able to do his thing. While working a full time job. In Dutch. Which he did not speak....Mom spent the same amount of years translating and helping dad every night, and she was honoured during the ceremony for her efforts, for which she really should have received her own degree (in my opinion). She sacrificed her time for dad and also worked part time job’s on the side while raising us 3, and the de la Fuente boys were not the easiest kids as I recall.
Then again: Failure was not an Option.
I guess what I am trying to say is that we are a rather stubborn and determined bunch. I am quite sure that the genetic cocktail mom and dad created helped tremendously in this process, for both are as determined as can be. My dutch Grandfather worded it as follows in his many 'Let me tell you about life' sessions
'Ron, you should not find an excuse not to do something, you should find an excuse to DO IT'. I miss him, he too was hard as nails with a heart of gold, up to the point he unfortunately left us on his way to the 'second level' where I am sure he is still instilling his correctness on the next generation. I remember he helped me write (yes handwritten) my application letters for my internships and first jobs and made me redo them time and time again until they were perfect. Thanks Opa, you were awesome.
So back to Pat. When my brother was around 12 years old, mom asked us what we wanted to be when we grow up, as any mom would ask her kids at some point. As I have still not grown up, I assume my answers included Navy Seal, Fireman, and a Transformer.
Pat on the other hand wrote down that he wanted to be a successful international businessman and a millionaire before the age of 40. When he was just 12. Let me see if I can find it so you can read it yourself. This determination has made his dreams come true and made him an exceptional businessman, husband, brother and son. He somehow had it all planned out from early age.