FROM ASHES TO RICHES

Just at the time I was about to launch a career as a musician, my house burned down. All my instruments, all my clothes, and all my books and records—were gone.

As the house was burning, a friend, a former football coach of mine, came over to see me. He'd been an infantryman in World War II, and as we were standing there, he said to me, "Don, 40 years ago I was in a foxhole with two other guys. It was 20 below zero. And all we had between us was a blanket."

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