Jamaicans have achieved success in many countries and in many fields, and I marvel at our adaptability. I think back to that mango tree in the schoolyard at Guy’s Hill, where – as eight-year-olds – we would sit in the shade and recite interminably, "Cincinnati, pork, pork; Birmingham iron, iron; Sheffield, steel, steel…" On and on through the long afternoon, gaining some idea of what went on in that big world beyond the shores of our tiny island.