Make Your Parents Proud
I firmly believe that any man’s finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle—victorious.
On the morning of April 1, 2010, the day our IPO was scheduled to run, Rick and I hit the street early. Officials from the New York Stock Exchange had invited us to join them down in Lower Manhattan where they were holding a breakfast for us, to talk about the day and what was going to happen before we headed out onto the trading floor. Rick and I were staying up at ...