When I was little, my grandfather taught me discipline.

He rose before the sun, machete in hand, and walked to the farm.
At midday, he came home for lunch, his clothes always clean, his boots always polished.
Then back to the fields until dusk, tending the land with quiet purpose.

Because of him, I understood hard work.
Because of him, I valued routine.
Because of him, I learned that discipline is not just what you do—it’s who you become.