I Fought, I Fought Harder . .

I Had Four Gold Medals, But You Can't Eat Four Gold Medals.

After I Came Home From The 1936 Olympics With My Four Medals, It Became Increasingly Apparent That Everyone Was Going To Slap Me On The Back, Want To Shake My Hand Or Have Me Up To Their Suite. But No One Was Going To Offer Me A Job.

The Battles That Count Aren't The Ones For Gold Medals. The Struggles Within Yourself - The Invisible, Inevitable Battles Inside All Of Us - That's Where It's At.

One Day Or Another Every Athlete Feels Like Taking It Easy. He Stops Trying To Exceed His Limits, And Thinks He Can Keep Winning Because Of His Lucky Star, Or The Bad Luck Of His Opponents. You Must Overcome This Negative Instinct, Which Affects All Of Us, And Which Is The Only Difference Between The Person Who Wins A Race, And Those Who Lose. This Is The Battle You Have To Fight Every Day Of Your Life.

It Dawned On Me With Blinding Brightness. I Realized: I Had Jumped Into Another Rare Kind Of Stratosphere - One That Only A Handful Of People In Every Generation Are Lucky Enough To Know.