As a kid in grade school, I used to sit at my desk with a freshly sharpened No. 2 pencil in hand, signing my autograph over and over again in my composition notebook until I had perfected it. I dreamed that some day I’d be famous enough that someone would actually ask for it. At the time, I wasn’t sure what it was that I’d be good at. I just knew that if I did indeed get there, that my signature would be ready, because I’d been practicing it for years. Over this last decade I’ve come to realize a few important truths that accompany greatness. One of those is knowing that when you’re the champ, you no longer just belong to yourself -- you belong to the people. You have a responsibility to those who support and follow you, and that takes more than just a steady hand to sustain. Those afternoons daydreaming in elementary class can prepare your hand, but not your heart. Signing autographs is easy. It’s being engaged with everyone that gets hard. Showing kindness, care, and compassion...