I Thought I Knew What Fear Was,

Make An Obstacle An Opportunity, Make A Negative A Positive.

We Sped On, Across The Plains, Toward Metz. I Hung Back, Saving Myself. It Is Called The Race Of Truth. The Early Stages Separate The Strong Riders From The Weak. Now The Weak Would Be Eliminated Altogether.

I Want To Die At A Hundred Years Old With An American Flag On My Back And The Star Of Texas On My Helmet, After Screaming Down An Alpine Descent On A Bicycle At 75 Miles Per Hour.

If Children Have The Ability To Ignore All Odds And Percentages, Then Maybe We Can All Learn From Them. When You Think About It, What Other Choice Is There But To Hope? We Have Two Options, Medically And Emotionally: Give Up, Or Fight Like Hell.

There Comes A Point In Every Man's Life When He Has To Say: 'enough Is Enough.'