The night before my amputation, my former basketball coach brought me a magazine with an article on an amputee who ran in the New York Marathon. It was then I decided to meet this new challenge head on and not only overcome my disability, but conquer it in such a way that I could never look back and say it disabled me.

It almost hurts me to walk down a road and have people grab my hand and ask for my autograph and not sit and talk. When I'm finished I'm not going to be on the front page, but I'm going to be just as happy without the publicity.

I remember promising myself that should I live I would prove myself deserving of life.

Even if I don't finish, we need others to continue. It's got to keep going.

If you’ve given a dollar, you are part of the Marathon of Hope .

Dreams are made possible if you try.

Somewhere the hurting must stop.