I consider this to be one of the most powerful anecdotes that I have ever heard that shows how important motivation truly is:
A foster child loads his hockey equipment and himself into the minivan with his foster mom. 6:00 am hockey practices come early.
Just as the foster-mom puts the car into drive to pull out of the drive way, the foster-child turns and says, "I think this will be my forever home." (In Foster-child lingo, a forever home would be the foster home they would never leave - their foster-parents would become their 'forever' parents)
The mom, being surprised by such a huge statement, turns and asks, "why do you say that?"
"Because you are the first foster-mom to take me to my hockey practices without bringing your mileage book."
Do you think it mattered to the kid why his foster-mom was taking him to the rink?