Derrick DeNunzio sat outside Tony Viscolli’s office wearing black slacks, a white button down shirt, and a waiter’s vest. He was proud of his clean, crisp uniform.
He tried to start seeing himself through Tony’s eyes. Tony had seen something in Derrick from the first time they met. Derrick had run out of options in his old life. He was miles underwater and drowning before Tony had thrown him a lifeline. Derrick had grabbed it and was hanging on by his fingernails and toes. He determined that he would work hard for Tony, show the man what he could do.
Derrick discovered that, for maybe the first time in his life, he was actually applying himself very tactically to a present path of work and personal sacrifice in order to strategically accomplish future goals in a committed way. That commi
