“You ain’t never gonna be like that, man! You ain’t gonna be like that, man! He’s a prince, you know? You know what he’s like? Royalty in exile. You know what I mean?”1

There are moments in our lives that can never be regained, and there are heroes, throughout all time, that can never be equaled. They are irreplaceable. Theirs are the moments in history: They are born of people who live and die, they have their hour in the sun, and they never come again. Many will go unnamed.

Our little lives are drama here on Earth. None of us could have written our scripts. Every one of us, at some time, has achieved or has had the potential to achieve personal greatness in some form, and greatness, in itself, knows no cultural bounds and has no respect for individual people.