He Had No Money And No Home;

At That Moment, Something Shifted Sweetly Inside Him. It Was Forgiveness, Beautiful And Effortless And Complete. For Louie Zamperini, The War Was Over.

Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

And At That Point, I Think My Experience In Covering The Subject Helped Me. I Think Editors Felt Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Telling This Story Because I Had Demonstrated That I Know This Business Pretty Well

The Biggest Problem Has Been Exhaustion. I've Spent About 6 Of The Last 14 Years Completely Bedridden.