My Dad told me, “Son, the world doesn’t owe you shit. You fight for everything”.
My Dad was a superhero. Chess master, fighter, genius. Every kid should see their father as unbeatable, and mine was.
Chess wasn’t just a game to him. It was war. He’d play chess with me for hours. I’d lose, and he’d say, “Figure it out”.
He could talk his way out of anything and beat anyone in a fight or debate. He’d walk into a room, and everyone knew he was the boss. Chess players feared him. Men respected him. I thought he could do anything.
A man is a product of his environment. I got my edge from him. That’s why I’m unbreakable. I am who I am because of my father. From my father, I was instilled with a mindset of excellence.