<p>"What's wrong with you?" This is a question that I heard throughout my life. From the Catholic school nuns I spent 10 years of my early education with, to the CEOs of industry leading businesses. I was used to this question but I wasn't offended by it. I just figured there was a lot wrong with me. I never passed a year of school until eleventh grade, when I discovered I was good at building.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>Looking back, it is pretty clear that I had a learning disability, but with no diagnosis back then, I was on my own to figure out how to manage what was "wrong" with me. Thinking outside of the box wasn't really an option for me, because I had no box! Instead I created a successful method of trying and trying and trying again. I learned that if I tried enough stupid, crazy, "what's wrong with you" kind of stuff, eventually something would work.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p><br></p><p>And you know what... I was right, boy was I <em>Wright!</em></p>