Over and over and over again, I am asked: Why? What drives me. When I was younger, I was preparing for war. I knew that somewhere out there, another man was also preparing. That man was my enemy. He was working, training, planning, and preparing to meet me on the battlefield. I didn’t know when. I didn’t know where. But I knew that at some point: We would meet. And I wanted to be ready. Ready mentally. Ready physically. Ready emotionally. So I trained. And I prepared. And I did everything I could to be ready for that day.
