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Ever since the idea hit me as a child, my has been to buy beachfront property somewhere along the coast of San Diego, California and building a house with walls that open so that every night I can fall asleep to the sounds of the sea. Purchase a sports franchise or two and run one of the world's most successful companies ever. All while giving back, paving new ways, and providing an avenue of forw ard. I held onto that plan throughout my life and not once have I ever considered any alternate. I couldn't, though I admit there have been a plethora of moments where a review of the steps taken has been warranted. Never a single day where "I'll settle with this for now" or "Maybe it's not possible" prevailed over my pursuit. The end result has appeared to move farther into the distance, but never into the abyss. I have examined the results achieved by those before me and those along side me, and have drawn the conclusion that if it were possible for one t...