PROLOGUE: TOWARD A EUPHORIC CLARITY
I am my father’s son.
Because that is so, I am also very much my own man. My path in life is my own.
But it is because of my dad, Yuki, that I could find my way in the first instance and keep going at those moments when I faltered. And thus it is not the successes I have had—on and off the ice, at the Olympic Games and beyond—that I most appreciate.
It is the journey.
A journey I have undertaken in concert, if not always in perfect harmony, with my father and with the many others who have helped shape and guide me; a journey I have undertaken carrying...