
I’ve always had a strong work ethic. My brother is severely mentally disabled and we were extremely close growing up. That experience gives me profound gratitude for the opportunities I’ve been given and, I like to think, deep responsibility to make the most of them. I think that’s where my drive comes from; in part, at least, a sense I was doing this for both of us.
I gain huge satisfaction from hard work because I know what I’m capable of. Rightly or wrongly, I’ve always believed I could be successful if I work harder than the next person. I’ve been lucky, but I hope I’ve created some luck too.