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“The power of one is above all things the power to believe in yourself, often well beyond any latent ability you may have previously demonstrated. The mind is the athlete; the body is simply the means it uses to run faster or longer, jump higher, shoot straighter, kick better, swim harder, hit further, or box better. Hoppie's dictum to me, "First with the head and then with the heart," was more than simply mixing brains with guts. It meant thinking well beyond the powers of normal concentration and then daring your courage to follow your thoughts.”

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Book:The Power of One
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The Power of One

This novel follows the journey of an individual as they navigate their path in a complex world, grappling with personal growth and the forces that shape their destiny. more

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Bryce Courtenay
Bryce Courtenay

Bryce Courtenay was an Australian novelist known for his poignant and emotionally charged works. His novels often set in the Australian outback, delve into the complexities of human nature and the resilience of life. more

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