To A Sprinter, The Hundred-yard

The Battles That Count Aren't The Ones For Gold Medals. The Struggles Within Yourself - The Invisible, Inevitable Battles Inside All Of Us - That's Where It's At.

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.

Only By God?s Grace Have I Made It To See Today And Only By God?s Grace Will I Ever See Tomorrow.

Friendships Born On The Field Of Athletic Strife Are The Real Gold Of Competition. Awards Become Corroded, Friends Gather No Dust.

The Lives Of Most Men Are Patchwork Quilts. Or At Best One Matching Outfit With A Closet And Laundry Bag Full Of Incongruous Accumulations. A Lifetime Of Training For Just Ten Seconds.