At the end of every great achievement that has ever been, I imagine one looks back and is reminded of the one moment when good fortune reached out and gave the thing its blessing. I think this is the equivalent of five years’ worth of tax revenue without an ounce of the resentment that traditionally comes with it. I’ve felt fortune’s other hand so many times, the one that takes instead of gives, had it snatch away victories that by all rights should have been mine. That feeling I know too well and still bear its scars. But this… This feels different.
What happened that time? How did you get that scar?