It’s been four years with almost even day ending after 12 midnight; researching, reading, writing, analyzing and planning when I was ask the question “why do I work so hard”. After five articles, four presentations and countless hours talking to people everywhere I go, every chance I get; about the project that has consumed a geat deal of my life, “why do I work so hard”? After giving most of my life to training in Martial Arts, honest talking to the people I know and the ones I miss, “why do I work so hard”. I didn’t have to give the answer to this question much thought at all; it was simple, as I pondered back into my past. After never having one place to call home in over twenty years, making and losing friends along the way, with some of them becoming so close, they were like family, after one year in a land I've only seen on Television as a child, sitting, thinking about a question I was ask "why do I work so hard”, without giving it anymore thought, I look up and answered becuase "I came home”.
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