Even at 12, I knew Ken Thorp was a smart man. Equally being called crazy and genius, Ken was the man I babysat for, he was the person whose study was littered with books on shelves and piled on the floor, his yellow legal pads stacked just as high, with notes and ideas. He often scared me, I was intimidated by his intensity and his sharpness, but for the same reason I was drawn to him. I learned, however, that not everyone saw Ken the same way I did. Not everyone saw a man of passionate intellectualism. Many of his colleagues did not take him seriously blowing him off and often alienating him. Yet instead of becoming embittered by his reception, Ken embraced and used his alienation to fuel his passion.

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