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Then he pointed to the second row—seven flames, quiet and strong. “That’s a young man choosing.”

Leo was twelve and had the fastest hands in his grade. He could snatch a cookie from the jar without a creak, flick a paper football across the cafeteria before the teacher turned around, and unlace his sneakers under the desk without looking. His hands, he believed, were born for motion, not stillness. discipline4 boys

He led Leo to the garage, where a long plank of wood rested on two sawhorses. On it sat a row of thin white candles, a box of long wooden matches, and a stopwatch. Then he pointed to the second row—seven flames,

“Light them,” Grandpa said. “All seven. Fast as you can.” His hands, he believed, were born for motion, not stillness

“Leo, your homework is on the floor.”

“In a minute,” he’d reply, already halfway out the door.

Leo stared at the row of steady flames. “So being fast is worse?”