A man, as a general rule, owes very little to what he is born with—a man is what he makes of himself.
When I was twenty-one, I was broke and living in a small one-room apartment in the middle of a very cold winter, working on a construction job during the day. In the evening, I usually couldn’t afford to go out of my apartment, where at least it was warm, so I had a lot of time to think.
One night as I sat at my small kitchen table, I had a great flash of awareness. It changed my life. I suddenly realized that everything that would happen to me for the rest of my life was going to be up to me. No one else was ever going to help me. No one was coming to the rescue.
I was thousands of miles from home ...