Since the very first day I learned I would become a dad, I felt I had something to prove. Where my father dropped the ball I wanted to pick it up and carry it forward. Where he failed, I intended to succeed.  The problem is, I had to learn why he failed, then I had to figure out how not to make the same mistakes.

People call her my twin (or my competitive match), but the reality is she’s more than that: she’s a part of my legacy.