The 5 am club

History-Maker Focus #3: Personal Mastery Practice
The billionaire walked his two students past the expansive terrace that offered
delightful views of the ocean around to the front of his house. A black SUV
shimmered in the driveway, as the rays of the morning sun washed over it.
“Where are we going?” asked the entrepreneur.
“Well, I promised you both at that dramatic meeting we had at the
conference that you would swim with the dolphins if you came to visit me in
Mauritius. So, I’m delivering on my promise. We’re going to the western part
of the island, to a small seaside village called Flic-en-Flac. Two young and
delightful dudes are waiting there for us. They’re skilled at finding where the
dolphins are. Get ready to be blown away by what you’re about to experience,
my friends. This will be unforgettable for you.”
The SUV was soon veering through the charming pocket-sized towns that
surrounded the compound of the industrialist and rolling onto a perfectly kept
highway. The billionaire sat in the front with his driver, asking about his
children, his latest fascinations and his aspirations for the future. Throughout
the journey, Mr. Riley would ask a thoughtful question, then lean back and
listen carefully. One could see he was a man of towering depth. With a
mammoth heart.
As the vehicle eased up to a lovely harbor, graced by a sandy beach, a few
white cottages, a quaint fish restaurant and many aging boats moored in the
water, a rooster proudly sang his morning anthem. And the miraculous sight

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of a double rainbow unfolded across the magnificent blue sky.
Two young fishermen greeted the billionaire with hugs. The group then
set off into the vast Indian Ocean, searching for a school of dolphins they
could swim and play with. The song “Strength of a Woman” by Jamaican
singer Shaggy blasted from an inexpensive speaker roughly installed into the
side of the boat with gray duct tape. The spray coming off the motorboat as it
struck the waves soaked the faces of the billionaire, the entrepreneur and the
artist, making them giggle like children dancing in puddles left after the rain.
After a few attempts, dolphins were spotted swimming jubilantly in a
small cove surrounded by soaring cliffs, the kind you’d see along the Pacific
Coast Highway in California. The way those creatures rejoiced as they glided
through the ocean would make you feel as if there were a thousand of them in
that little inlet. But there were only about eleven or so.
The billionaire threw on a diving mask and quickly slipped into the water
from a platform at the back of the motor boat. “C’mon, cats,” he said
excitedly. “Let’s go!”
The entrepreneur went in next, her eyes alive and her heart beating with
an elation she hadn’t accessed since her youth. Her breathing sounded
shallow and rapid through her snorkel. It sounded like 
hooosh, hooosh
.
The artist followed, doing a belly flop off the end of the boat.
Guided by one of the young fishermen, who was wearing surf shorts with
a colorful tropical print and sporting rubber shoes, the three adventurers
frolicked with the dolphins as they swam smoothly just below the water’s
surface. When the dolphins descended, so did their three euphoric
companions. When they would twirl around, so would the members of The 5
AM
Club. When they would flirt with one another, so would the entrepreneur
and the artist.
The experience only lasted about fifteen minutes. But it was miraculous.
“That was unbelievable,” exuded the artist breathlessly as he emerged
from the water and struggled to get back into the boat from the small stage
near the motor.
“One of the most amazing experiences of my life,” gushed the
entrepreneur, as she kissed him lavishly.
The billionaire soon surfaced. He was hooting with laughter. “Boy, that
was a blast!”
On returning to the harbor, the morning mentoring class resumed on the
beach, next to a pile of stones that locals used for barbecuing fish. The double

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rainbow remained extended across the sweeping sky.
The billionaire lifted a hand toward the heavens. Four white doves
appeared abruptly, out of nowhere. Then a cluster of pink and yellowish
butterflies sailed by.
“Good,” announced the tycoon as he stared at them. After letting out a
few throaty coughs that also seemed to come out of nowhere, he proceeded to
point to the third area of