Ray Charles was one screwed up cat. It is amazing how genius can transcend even the worst of circumstances – blind, addicted to heroin, sleeping around more than Wilt Chamberlin, standing idly by while your brother drowned in a washtub – nothing can hold back true genius. I guess one shouldn’t think too much about potential in those who can’t hack it; those who die unloved and unknown. It seems to me that if you are really meant for great things you’ll get there regardless of the obstacles. If you waste away, you were never really meant for great things at all.