I figured life was great. 

I taught high school English on an island in the Pacific.  I could ski on weekend mornings. After lunch, I could ride my bike or kayak in the ocean.

When I wasn’t grading student essays, I wrote about money.  I had a freelance gig with MoneySense magazine.

It wasn’t a tropical paradise, but it was an outdoor mecca. 

I lived on Vancouver Island, in British Columbia, Canada. And my job provided a gold-plated pension.  Upon retirement, it promised income every month until I pushed daisies.  

I imagined the money rolling in, while I would bask on a tropical beach in my 60s. However, I soon asked a question that might sound familiar: “What distant gems might I be missing?”

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