Growing up as a son of a diamond dealer was a unique experience, to say the least. As a young boy, I vividly remember visiting the office on Saturday afternoons with my sisters to spend time with our ever busy father, a diamond dealer by trade for well over ten years before I was born. While most kids would play make-believe treasure hunts at home, perhaps hiding their most memorable souvenirs or chocolate coins, our treasure hunts consisted of scouring the once tiny 370 sq. ft. carpeted office floor for 1 pointer (0.01ct diamonds) scattered and hidden amongst the microscopic threads.
Every little stone we found brought both my sisters and me, as well as our father, a sheer sense of accomplishment. To my sisters and me, it wasn’t abnormal, to us this was life. We were simply too young to understand how privileged we were to actually be hunting for one of nature’s most wonderful treasures, in a tiny carpeted office at that.