One Thing I Know For Sure: It

When I'm Filming, Survival Requires Movement. You Need Your Energy, And You've Got To Eat The Bad Stuff, And Survival Food Is Rarely Pretty, But You Kind Of Do It. I Get In That Zone, And I Eat The Nasty Stuff, But I'm Not Like That When I'm Back Home.

Why Is It That The Finish Line Always Tends To Appear Just After The Point At Which We Most Want To Give Up? Is It The Universe's Way Of Reserving The Best For Those Who Can Give The Most? What I Do Know, From Nature, Is That The Dawn Only Appears After The Darkest Hour.

The Rules Of Survival Never Change, Whether You're In A Desert Or In An Arena.

You're Not Human If You Don't Feel Fear. But I've Learnt To Treat Fear As An Emotion That Sharpens Me. It's There To Give Me That Edge For What I Have To Do.

I Miss Him Still Today: His Long, Whiskery Eyebrows, His Huge Hands And Hugs, His Warmth, His Prayers, His Stories, But Above All His Shining Example Of How To Live And How To Die.