He's eight years old.

I'd failed a spelling test and the teacher kept me out of recess and had me stand basically kind of in a trash can and said, you know, your spelling was garbage and this is where you belong.

And all the students walked out to recess and kind of laughed and pointed at me.

Eventually, by fourth grade, I dropped out and flunked out.

And my mother, who was a teacher, decided to homeschool me.

Not as a first choice, but as a point of desperation.

And the curiosity, that vital foundation of wisdom that he showed in his preschool classroom has remained a defining thread throughout his life.

I love talking, I love asking questions, but what I love the most is listening to people who have wisdom.