I've always been called Lucky Louie. It's no mystery why.

Yet a part of you still believes you can fight and survive no matter what your mind knows. It's not so strange. Where there's still life, there's still hope. What happens is up to God.

The race film had confirmed a dead heat. That was great. But even better, most of the New York press finally learned to spell my name correctly.

Self-esteem can’t win you a race if you’re not in shape.

I'd made it this far and refused to give up because all my life I had always finished the race.

However dark the night, however dim our hopes, the light will always follow darkness.

I was a rotten kid. My excitement came from seeing what I could get away with.