The Only Victory That Counts Is The

It Dawned On Me With Blinding Brightness. I Realized: I Had Jumped Into Another Rare Kind Of Stratosphere - One That Only A Handful Of People In Every Generation Are Lucky Enough To Know.

After I Came Home From The 1936 Olympics With My Four Medals, It Became Increasingly Apparent That Everyone Was Going To Slap Me On The Back, Want To Shake My Hand Or Have Me Up To Their Suite. But No One Was Going To Offer Me A Job.

Hitler Didn't Snub Me - It Was Our President Who Snubbed Me. The President Didn't Even Send Me A Telegram.

He Was Constantly On Me About The Job That I Was To Do And The Responsibility That I Had Upon The Campus. And How I Must Be Able To Carry Myself Because People Were Looking.

I Let My Feet Spend As Little Time On The Ground As Possible. From The Air, Fast Down, And From The Ground, Fast Up.