I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.

When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away I broke down.

I was born in 1968 just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.

I like to think my dad was easygoing and kind and I think some of those things have been passed down. I am like him in a sense of being positive and hopeful. He was compassionate and I've got a lot of that in me as well.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.

My talent is such that no undertaking however vast in size... has ever surpassed my courage.

Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.