Only By God?s Grace Have I Made

The Road To The Olympics, Leads To No City, No Country. It Goes Far Beyond New York Or Moscow, Ancient Greece Or Nazi Germany. The Road To The Olympics Leads — In The End — To The Best Within Us.

One Day Or Another Every Athlete Feels Like Taking It Easy. He Stops Trying To Exceed His Limits, And Thinks He Can Keep Winning Because Of His Lucky Star, Or The Bad Luck Of His Opponents. You Must Overcome This Negative Instinct, Which Affects All Of Us, And Which Is The Only Difference Between The Person Who Wins A Race, And Those Who Lose. This Is The Battle You Have To Fight Every Day Of Your Life.

I Decided I Wasn't Going To Come Down. I Was Going To Fly. I Was Going To Stay Up In The Air Forever.

It Was Bad Enough To Have Toppled From The Olympic Heights To Make My Living Competing With Animals. But The Competition Wasn't Even Fair. No Man Could Beat A Race Horse, Not Even For 100 Yards.

People Who Worked With Me Or Knew Me Still Called Me The 'world's Fastest Human' Because I Almost Never Stopped. I'd Found That I Could Get More Done With No Regular Job Or Regular Hours At All, But By Being On My Own, Flying To Speak Here, Help With A Public Relations Campaign For Some Client There, Tape My Regular Jazz Radio Show One Morning At 5:00 A.m. Before Leaving On A Plane For Another City Or Another Continent Three Hours Later To Preside Over A Major Sporting Event.