Since being involved with my wife's family for around 12yrs now I have to say that, for the most part, I have been pretty unsuccessful in achieving much despite a valiant effort. Having switched their crop from rice to Coconuts, Shrimp and Tilapia/Catfish via an integrated system because of the increased salinity levels due to dams further up the Mekong destroying the rice, their income has increased but their mentality seems to remain static. Concerned about my 75yr old father-in-laws health ( age is unknown so only a guess ) and his non repairable motorbike held together with Gaffa tape and a prayer, I bought him a new one.
The result was that he ended up drunk in one of the many dykes and drainage ditches on a regular basis and even defied the laws of physics by being found 2m up a tree complete with the motorcycle.
I rescued my wife's younger sister from an abusive relationship, took both her and her somewhat disturbed 2yr old son into our house for almost 3 years, fought through the ridiculous divorce courts, endless lawyers etc etc to get her custody of the boy which ended up in a two year quest, paid for her and the sons schooling to the point where she went back to the country in a much better position. Within 3 months she had remarried into another abusive relationship and became pregnant.
My last crusade involved my wife's younger brother, then 32 years old. He had spent all of those years at the farm and earned a little money from fixing ( badly ) motorcycles. At the time I had a 4 story house with plenty of room so invited him to come and stay, he had never even been to HCM or any city before. During the next 3 years I tried to show him another world in an attempt to motivate him into getting up in the mornings and to finding the advantages of using deodorant and washing occasionally.
We took him to Singapore, Malaysia, Tokyo etc and generally showed him how my business worked and exposed him to what I thought was a way of life far better than what he had experienced at the rather isolated farm. Sent him to learn English at a good school and so on. Tried to teach him that buying lottery tickets each week and dreaming of Ferraris was actually a waste of time but was achievable if he changed his mindset. After what was a long road and the fact that after 9 months at an English school he could barely say " Hi, how are you ? " it was time for a serious rethink.
I was on the point of giving up so as last resort I asked him what on earth, other than a Taser, defribulator or an electrode up his ass would have any effect. He said he had always dreamed of having his own motorcycle workshop. Having witnessed his mechanical expertise, or rather lack of it, I knew it would fail but lets face it, motorcycles, even the latest ones, are incredibly simple pieces of machinery so hell, why not ? Had tried everything else with him. So . . . .We rented a small workshop for him with living quarters above, bought all his tools, bike lift, compressors, welding gear, general equipment and so and and enough money to cover 3 months expenses to get him on his way.
Failed of course. I spent more time putting back together bikes he had taken apart already and could't fix than I did at home with my wife. He is now back in the country exactly the same as he was almost 3 years ago. Sigh.
So, maybe ignorance is bliss after all.
After all this my wife's comment was " I told you so "