So that morning in 1962 I told myself: Let everyone else call your idea crazy . . . just keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping until you get there, and don’t give much thought to where “there” is. Whatever comes, just don’t stop.
所以1962年那天早上我告诉自己:让其他人都说你的想法疯狂吧……继续前进。不要停下来。甚至不要想停下来,直到你到达那里,也不要过多考虑“那里”是哪里。无论发生什么,都不要停下来。
我不是最靓仔的人,但我是最有魅力的人。
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.