I Grew Up In A Navy Family.

If I Had Lost A Leg, I Would Tell Them, Instead Of A Boy, No One Would Ever Ask Me If I Was 'over It'. They Would Ask Me How I Was Doing Learning To Walk Without My Leg. I Was Learning To Walk And To Breathe And To Live Without Wade. And What I Was Learning Is That It Was Never Going To Be The Life I Had Before.

Growing Up In An Italian Family, You Use A Harsh Tone And 10 Minutes Later Everybody Forgets About It.

Sometimes You Get Politicians Who Dig Their Feet Into The Sand And Aren't Willing To Listen To Another Voice.

I've Had Experiences That, You Know, Really Couldn't Be Replaced.

I'm Not Worried About Me Or What's Going To Happen To Me.