My mom was always the supplier of soccer balls, and so people were always knocking on my door, and trying to get me out so we could play.
I'm a little concerned about this notion everybody wants us to be objective.
I couldn't help but to think back to my classmates at Thomas Jefferson High School in San Antonio. They had the same talent, the same brains, the same dreams as the folks we sat with at Stanford and Harvard. I realized the difference wasn't one of intelligence or drive. The difference was opportunit

