Although my job here at Actel is what pays the bills, my real passion is my hobby.
I'm a wild unicorn tamer.
Now I know what you must be thinking, unicorns I can believe in, but a tamer? Those mythical jobs are stuff of fairy tales.
Well let me tell you a story how I've become a unicorn tamer.
Most of you know that prior to starting at Actel I lived in Canada. But what you probably don't know is that I've only lived in Canada for about 10 years. I was born in a town called Yekaterinburg. It is located in the Ural Mountains, just west of Siberia in Russia.
Let's take a look at how it all began. The year is 1983. In the early summer morning of a particularly hot day in July a young unicorn tamer opened his eyes for the first time. It was a glorious day with the birds chirping and the sun beaming down. He was given a name of Andrew, picked by his grandfather.
In the next few years he grew up, taking his first step at 7 month old, uttering his first word at 14 months, and never shutting up since. Except when speaking to large audiences where he is absolutely terrified to open his mouth and says ummm more than a Buddhist monk.
Fast forward to the age of 4. Little Andrew is sitting in front of a group of kids at the local kindergarten. He is holding a book in his lap and reading aloud to a group of mesmerized children. His teacher and his mom is staring in awe. He turns a page to the last one, finishes the story and closes the book. The interesting part is, Andrew does not know how to read yet. He has memorized the story word for word from his mother reading to him. Even more incredibly he also knows exactly when to turn the page. Obvious signs of genius.
Andrew started swimming at the age of 6. By the age of 10 he was swimming 6 days a week, two hours a day. His coach, who used to coach the national team, is ruthless. There is not a moment of down time. Andrew swims 600m in 15 and a half minutes coming second in his age group. He has gotten clear makings of a world class athlete.
In 1996 Andrew and his family drop everything they know and love...