Never give up, no matter what.

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.

Never give up, no matter what.

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.

People say, on the raft, you must have hallucinated. Baloney. We were sharper after 47 days than the day we started because our minds were empty of all the war and contamination; we had clean minds to fill with good thoughts. Every day we'd exercise our minds.

All I knew was that hate was so deadly as any poison and did no one any good. You had to control and eliminate it, if you could.

God knew my needs and took care accordingly.