Who had I become? Just another shark in a suit? Two days later at our corporate conference in Miami, a breakthrough. Breakdown? Breakthrough. I couldn't escape one simple thought: I hated myself. No, no, no, here's what it was: I hated my place in the world. I had so much to say and no one to listen. And then it happened. It was the oddest, most unexpected thing. I began writing what they call a mission statement. Not a memo, a mission statement. You know, a suggestion for the future of our company. A night like this doesn't come along very often. I seized it. What started out as one page became twenty-five. Suddenly, I was my father's son again. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job, how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my players performs well on the field. The way we are meant to protect them in health and in injury. With so many clients, we had forgotten what was important.0
Wenn meine Arbeit getan ist haben Sie ihr eigenes Schuhmodell, spielen ein Segaspiel in dem Sie vorkommen während Sie in Ihrem Werbespot Ihren Song singen, übertragen während des Superbowls in einem Spiel, das Sie gewinnen und ich werde nicht schlafen ehe es nicht soweit ist.
I will not rest until I have you holding a Coke, wearing your own shoe, playing a Sega game featuring you, while singing your own song in a new commercial, starring you, broadcast during the Superbowl, in a game that you are winning, and I will not sleep until that happens. I'll give you fifteen minutes to call me back.0
If this [points to heart] is empty, this [points to head] doesn't matter.Kopf gegen Herz0