Wild Ride To Success

chapter 2

I made the varsity track team, was elected class
president and even found the time to host a hugely popular jazz
show on our campus radio station. It seemed to all concerned I was
gifted and destined for great success. One day I’d overheard one
of my old professors saying to a colleague, “If I had the chance to
live my life over again, I’d like to come back as Peter Franklin.”
Mind you, my talents were not as natural as everyone believed.
The true source of my achievements could be traced back to a
punishing work ethic and an almost obsessive desire to win. My
father had come to this country as a penniless immigrant many
years ago with a deeply held vision of a more tranquil, prosperous
and happy life for his young family. He changed our family name,
settled us into a three-room apartment in the honest part of town
and started working tirelessly as a factory worker for minimum
wage, a job he would keep for the next forty years of his life. And
though he had no formal education, I’d never met a wiser man —
until recently, when I met a most extraordinary human being, a
person who you truly must get to know. I promise to tell you more
about him shortly. You will never be the same.
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