my brother and i were given all the opportunities of our american friends - the same schools, the same tennis lessons, the same piano teachers....but we had the wonderful advantage in my mind of a cultural heritage that we were always taught to be proud of. mom and dad always wanted us to be proud of being chinese - my brother and i smile today when we reminisce on growing up in our house. we grew up believing that being chinese was the greatest advantage in life; in our house, everything important in life came from china, was invented in china, owed all to the chinese.
we went on elementary school field trips to pulp plants, where they taught us how paper was made. paper was invented in china, mom said, after we relayed the process in awe. our favorite neighbors were italian and invited us over for spaghetti. when we came home and raved, dad would remind us that marco polo brought pasta home from china. not italian....chinese....and so it went. and how wonderful they were to instill in us the sense of pride in our heritage that we have never forgotten.
when i first became ceo, a famous american television journalist interviewed my dad and asked him if he always knew i would be successful in business. no, he said, quite to the contrary, he worried for years that raising me to be a respectful chinese daughter would hinder my ability to compete in a world with what he considered the aggressive, cut throat traits of typical america ceo's. in fact, he passed on a letter to me that i keep, translated from chinese to english, in my desk drawer. the letter reads:
"remember, there are distinctive qualities that set apart the successful chinese....strive to excel in all you do; be a superb parent willing