When Donny could still walk, I took a stroll with him at one of the dozens of domain conventions I've been to. We passed a lake full of ducks that took their morning bath. The sun was shining bright and few clouds cast their lazy shadows onto the glittering waters. Donny paused and asked me if I knew what the secret of life is. I thought for a second and I responded, "What is the secret of life, Master Don?" Donny took out of his pocket a worn out note which he kept as his most precious owned item and said: "The secret of life is to respect all life while being ready to defend your own, anytime, anyplace". He then revealed a Japanese sword blade made of fine steel, a gift from his great-grandfather who was in Japan in 1892 and was awarded the blade for saving the Emperor's son's life from a wild boar. Donny then raised the blade and in one swift move cut off the heads of the nearby ducks. "This is the secret of life, so precious, that it can be lost or taken away in a random moment". I must say that never before had a set of words or actions affected me so deeply. Since then, I remember Master Don, standing still in the glittering waters of the lake and enjoying the air, the sunshine and life itself; aware that it is so precious - so damn precious - that worrying about some mother****ing cents on the dollar of lost revenue made no sense at all.