I've scoured the books of history looking for trends - why did this person succeed, when that one failed? Why did this movement shape the world, while that one died out? Why did this nation win, and that one lose?
Some people think accidents explain history. Perhaps accidents explain some of history, but certainly not all. You see common virtues among those who succeeded, and frequently you see common vices among those who failed.
Of the common virtues, the successful seem to have an immense amount of loyalty and reverence for the people that "got them there," revering and celebrating them even as they bring more and more people to their banner. The people who break from their early friends and supporters usually end poorly, in an isolation of their own making.
You can see this with two men that had the biggest impact on their respective cultures - Muhammad in Arabia, and Hideyoshi in Japan.
Both men were low born, but came to be hugely influential. There are a number of similarities in their stories. They both found and married an exceptional, charismatic, diplomatic, high born, highly intelligent woman relatively early in their careers. The wives of these men - Khadijah to Muhammad, Nene to Hideyoshi - were their first, most passionate, and largest supporters when few else believed in them.
On Rafael Guerra
The handcrafted Elm Burl and Mahogany desk was a great focal point in the office. Victor had had it custom made; he needed something to match his ego and what would me more perfect than a beautiful, custom desk. The top was of the highest quality of Carpathian Elm Burl, the company logo in the middle of Eye Maple and Walnut Burl, and the edges of solid mahogany. It had a glow to it that no one could deny admiring. A picture of his mother was on his desk, visible to anyone who entered his office. No other pictures of anyone could be found in the office, only expensive art. He loved his mother but she had passed away years before when Victor was still a child. Victor missed her dearly but was thankful for the moments he had been able to spend with her. Losing her at such a young age definitely shaped him, but not as much as his father, who was a very strict and ruthless person. Even after the loss of his mother, he never saw him grieve or show any sympathy towards him. After his mother’s funeral, he had told Victor, "Everyone is going to die, even yourself Victor, so don’t cry about death and problems. Just live your life.” He had never forgotten those words and, at the time, they were harsh but he understood them. He believed they made him stronger and completely changed his way of thinking.
The office sat atop the 5th floor of the American Genetic Systems building in Texas. He had first started his business in New York but over the years, as he expanded his empire, several locations opened up; Texas being the latest one. With a push of a button, the electric curtain opened to the amazing sight of the sun rising, bringing with its rays a new day in which to achieve greatness. Whenever business brought him to Texas, he would not miss this spectacular view. Like clockwork, he would be in the office early in the morning, standing by the window to observe the sunrise. He liked to believe that the sun rose for him and he bathed in its glory. It filled him with an invigorating energy that he carried throughout the day.
Dust particles danced around Victor as the sun’s rays touched each one, illuminating them and giving him a supernatural aura. The strong aroma of dark roasted coffee burst into the air as Victor gently sipped, admiring the view. He was deep in thought about the day to come when a voice interrupted him “Mr. Boutros, it is Dr. Atwater on the line for you. Do I put him through?" He caressed his beard, wondering what Dr. Atwater could want at such an early time.