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Though All Three Men Faced The Same Hardship, Their Differing Perceptions Of It Appeared To Be Shaping Their Fates. Louie And Phil's Hope Displaced Their Fear And Inspired Them To Work Toward Their Survival, And Each Success Renewed Their Physical And Emotional Vigor. Mac's Resignation Seemed To Paralyze Him And The Less He Participated In Their Efforts To Survive, The More He Slipped. Though He Did The Least, As The Days Passed, It Was He Who Faded The Most. Louie And Phil's Optimism, And Mac's Hopelessness, Were Becoming Self-fulfilling.

I Am In An Altogether New World Now. I Can Think Of Nothing More Wonderful. It Is A Real Touch Of All That Heaven Means.

Every Day After Lunch When I Was Writing My First Book, I'd Nibble A Square Of Fine Chocolate And Meditate On All That Had Gone Into Its Creation: The Sun And Rain That Spilled On The Cocoa Plant, The Soil That Nourished It, The Hands That Picked The Beans, And So On. My Taste Of Chocolate Became A Lesson On The Interconnectedness Of Things, And The Infinite Blessings For Which I Am Grateful.

I Was 8 Years Old When I Went Across The Street From My House To A Fair, And They Always Had A Used Book Sale. For A Quarter I Bought A Book Called 'come On Seabiscuit.' I Loved That Book. It Stayed With Me All Those Years