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ten-foot  Gulf  Stream  rollers.  Some  of  my  earliest  memories  are  from  the   do ck
                of  my  family’s  little  house  on  mosqui to-ridden   Sout h  Bimini   Island,  fi  hi ng  for

                snappers,  feeding moray eels,  swatting  away bugs  at ni ght  whi le chummi ng  for
                sharks.
                    Growing  up,  I  knew  that  come  summertime,  we  woul d  head  off  to  sea  no
                matter  what  else  was  happening  in  our   lives,    what   crisis  was  looming,   wha t

                tournaments I was missing,  how out  of cont ext or absur d  our  ocean trips  might
                have   felt   at   the   moment   of   departur e.   I   hav e   come   to   under stand   tha t   the se
                little breaks from the competitive intensity of my life have been  and  still are an
                integral   part   of   my   success.   Times   at   sea   are   periods    of   renewal,   coming

                together  with  family,  being  with  nat ur e,  put ting  thi ngs   back   in  pe rspe ctive.  I
                am  able  to  let  my  conscious  mind    move  away  from  my  training,     and   to  ga in
                creative  new  angles  on  the  next  steps  of  my  growth.    Thes e  trips   are  a  far  cry
                from  luxurious  vacations—actually  they   are  nons top  manual   labo r,  sweating  in

                the   engine   room   trying   to   coax   an   old   gen erator   back   to   life,   worki ng   the
                cockpit  in  the  hot  sun,  keeping  the  bo at  toget her   in  angr y  squal ls,  na viga ting
                through big seas, l iving right on the edge.
                    The  boating  life  has  also  been  a  wonder ful   training  gr ound  for  per formanc e

                psychology.  Living  on  the  water  requi res  cons tant  presence,  and    the   release  of
                control.  A  boat  is  always  moving  with  the  sea,  lurching  beneath  your   feet,  and
                the  only  way  to  survive  is  to  sink  into  rhy thm   with  the  waves  and  be   ready   for
                anything.  I  learned  at  sea  that  virtual ly  all  situat ions   can  be  han dl ed  as  long  as

                presence of mind is maintained.  On  the  other  hand,  if you  lose your  calm whe n
                crisis hits seventy miles from land, or whi le swimming  with  bi g  sha rks , the re is
                no safety net to catch you.
                    There  have  been  many  years  when  leaving  my  New  York  life  felt  like   career

                suicide—my  chess  rivals  were  taking  lessons   and  compet ing  in  every  weeke nd
                tournament  while  I  was  on  a  boat  crashi ng    thr ough   bi g   waves.   But   I  woul d
                come  back  with  new  ideas  and  a  full  tank    of  energy  and   det ermina tion.   The
                ocean  has  always  healed  me,  brought   me  back  to  life  when  I  have  needed  it  .  .  .

                and as an eight-year-old child in the m ids t of an existential crisis, I  ne ede d i t.
                    My   parents,   baby   sister,   and   I   left   Fo rt   Lau der dal e   on   the   Ebb   Tide,   our
                twenty-four-foot     Black   Fin,   a   wonder ful    old   fishi ng   boat   tha t   carried   us
                through    many    summer    adventures    in   high   seas   unt il   she   bl ew   up   and   sank

                when  I  was  twelve.  Fifty-seven  miles  east  sout heas t  was  Bimini ,  an  island  tha t
                was   like   home   to   me.   I   can   still   see   her   coming   into   sight    thr ough   my
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