One of the things that motivates me to always try my best is a memory of a talent show in which I ended up in my underwear in front the audience; no further explanation needed.
Chills run down my body, my vision blurs for a millisecond, I feel the momentum build inside my arm, I regain consciousness and observe my bone sticking out of my forearm; it might have been absurd to step on the ball, fall, and break my arm against the concrete simply to stop a goal, but we still won 10-0!
During my childhood I kept a small notebook in which I wrote numbers whenever