Talent x Effort = Skill
Skill x Effort = Achievement
There’s an old saying, “hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard”.
I preach this to my daughter now that she is old enough to understand.
Growing up, I was a chubby, 5’10”…ATHLETE!
I’ll be damned if anyone was going to outwork me. I couldn’t make a lay-up for the life of me, but could shoot lights out behind the arc.
I was always picked for three on three games though because I was going to hustle, didn’t need to score and would defend like a pit bull.
In baseball, I never was the most talented or the fastest, but after a game I would always be the first at the concession stand for the free pizza and soda. There wasn’t anyone faster than me for the sprint to food…do I mention I was chubby?
I was always taught to be the hardest worker in the game and I didn’t get to sit back and coast. I didn’t have the talent for that.
The one area that I have the talent to coast is school. I could just show up and get A’s in school.
A couple of quick stories before I get back to the above equations.
When I was in undergrad, I had the honor of being kicked out of a biology class…by my Advisor at that! I have an excellent memory and am very much an auditory learner. This means that I can memorize lectures and then school just required a regurgitation of the material in most cases and rarely an assimilation of material meaning, I just had to recall the information and not put it to practical use. For someone with a great memory, it was just a matter of showing up for lectures and tests. Anyhow, Dr. G (not me Dr. G, but a biology professor Dr. G at Governors State University) told us to read a chapter of the designated book. I read the chapter. I highlighted the chapter and I wrote notes within the margins of the book for the chapter. Another detail that I don’t talk about is that reading is not my strong point. I can read, but have to be an active reader with a highlighter and pen in order to remember a little bit of what I read. Sometimes I would simply record myself reading the chapter and then go back to listen to the recording in order to memorize the material. After reading the chapter, I showed up to the next class in my usual style, popcorn and iced tea or Diet Coke. I never brought books, notebooks or even pens for most classes. Remember, I’m an auditory learner. I just needed to hear it. Also, I was kind of egotistical back then…okay I was a lot egotistical and never back downed when challenged. I now know that not all challenges are worth the time or effort.
Picture this: you are the professor of a college biology course in a lecture hall with about 40 students. There is one student that sits at the back row all by himself. No books, no pens, no notes and his feet kicked up onto the row in front of him. AND HE IS DRINKING SODA AND EATING POPCORN LIKE ITS ENTERTAINMENT.
In the class, Dr. G read the chapter to use that we were supposed to have read for the class. She had notes that were nearly exact to the book.
Well, Dr. G called me up front after class because she didn’t understand my learning style.
Dr. G: “Vince, are you bored in my class?”
Me: “well, you told me to read the chapter and I did. I show up today and you are just re-reading the chapter to me.” (I never said that I was bored, but also didn’t say I wasn’t)
Dr. G: “Vince, (anytime a teacher uses your name like this its like a mom using your full name) how would you like to never have to come back to this class again?”
Me: “I need this class to graduate with the biology degree, can I skip the class and still get the grade?”
Dr. G: “yes, you won’t ever come back (mind you this was my advisor) and you can take the tests in the library”
Me: “sounds good. See ya around”
I never saw this teacher again as she transferred me to another advisor.
In case you were wondering…I got an A (just to spite her and for no other reason).
Talent x Effort = skill
I have a good understanding of the human body. I remember in high school Spanish class, that I would be reading and studying Delavier Anatomy of XYZ books. I would read all of the bodybuilding and weightlifting books I could, including Arthur Jones, Fred Hatfield, Mike Mentzer, Arnold’s Encyclopedia of Bodybuilding, and too many magazines to mention. I had a passion for learning how the body moved. It was a talent to be able to see movement patterns and understand how to make a movement more efficient. That talent plus all of the reading and learning, plus the time that I spent in the gym enabled me to place in state competitions in both powerlifting and strongman.
That skill + effort enabled me to get a Masters degree in Physical Therapy and later the Doctorate in Physical Therapy.
Having seen part of my personality, I also later obtained the OCS (a Board Certification in Physical Therapy which is only achieved by a small percentage of physical therapists) just because I don’t want anyone thinking that they were better than me. That’s the chip on my shoulder from childhood issues.
This profession has treated me well. I have done my best to give back to this profession.
In life, I try to continue to move forward. I don’t know if I will always be a treating clinician, but while I am, I want to be among the best treating clinicians. I want my patients to walk away saying “that was worth it”.
The equation above is from Duckworth’s book Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance.

