My acceptance speech. What I won’t do is try preach. What I won’t do is assume that I am smarter than you and try to teach. What I will do is set an example for you and inspire you to reach for the stars beyond mars that space bars can’t delete, because without a dream fulfilled your life’s incomplete. A hearst, a limousine without a backseat. The worst, think Usain Bolt without feet. Real life aint Hollywood, it’s Halloween. Every day is trick or treat. It aint a red carpet; it’s a sidewalk bloody from the wolves eating red meat, and these spotlights don’t come with money, they come with police. Millionaires crying about raising taxes on the elite. They won’t feed us, as they’d rather defeat us, like an aborted fetus, but your greatest feat is to get back up on your feet. Did I mention life aint a sprint, it’s a marathon; really stressful on the tendons, and with the shape the economy is in today, you better run to the polls like skinny Kenyans. 26 miles and two hours and three minutes. It wasn’t weeks or months, it took us 400 years to raise the debt limit. So don’t lose faith. There’s a sweet life out there and one day you will taste, but just like any marathon, you must monitor your pace and watch out for the haters pushing drinks up in your face. Maintain your focus through the ups and downs, the arguments and debates, and when you win your award, make sure you put it in a safe place and be prepared for whatever…just in case.