Honestly, I Expected To Get A Cold

And At That Point, I Think My Experience In Covering The Subject Helped Me. I Think Editors Felt Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Telling This Story Because I Had Demonstrated That I Know This Business Pretty Well

In 1938... The Year's #1 Newsmaker Was Not Fdr, Hitler, Or Mussolini. Nor Was It Lou Gehrig Or Clark Gable. The Subject Of The Most Newspaper Column Inches In 1938 Wasn't Even A Person. It Was An Undersized, Crooked-legged Racehorse Named Seabiscuit.

I Am In An Altogether New World Now. I Can Think Of Nothing More Wonderful. It Is A Real Touch Of All That Heaven Means.

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.