Most of us think we know ourselves, and some of us actually do. Clive Mason was neither—he didn't care. Our protagonist, for he could hardly be called a hero, was one of the fortunate people; he loved what he did, did it well, and was successful. For him, it wasn't the money—though that helped—but the buzz he felt when he'd completed what he'd set out to do. Many experience a "Road to Damascus" moment in their lives, and Mason is one of those. Though those of us who have experienced it know it can come in many different forms.