I Had Four Gold Medals, But You

When I Came Back, After All Those Stories About Hitler And His Snub, I Came Back To My Native Country, And I Could Not Ride In The Front Of The Bus. I Had To Go To The Back Door. I Couldn't Live Where I Wanted. Now What's The Difference?

One Chance Is All You Need.

It Was Bad Enough To Have Toppled From The Olympic Heights To Make My Living Competing With Animals. But The Competition Wasn't Even Fair. No Man Could Beat A Race Horse, Not Even For 100 Yards.

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

I Fought, I Fought Harder . . . But One Cell At A Time, Panic Crept Into My Body, Taking Me Over.