John Goddard, a career explorer and adventurer, experienced many thrilling close calls with death during his adventurous life. As told in one of the most memorable stories in the original Chicken Soul for the Soul, when he was a boy, John Goddard made a list of 127 things he would like to do in his life, from living with pygmies in Africa and headhunters in Borneo to exploring the world's greatest rivers and highest peaks.

The Survivor captures some of these adventures as it follows his experiences from boyhood, through his teen years and into adulthood. Each individual adventure is sure to thrill readers-from the exquisite details of exotic locales, to the raw power of Pacific storms, to the hair-raising brushes with death-always emphasizing the danger and exhilaration intrinsic to the adventurous life. Unique to this book, though, is the author's reverence for life and all living things, his honesty in admitting his own recklessness, his awe and gratitude to the supreme force that miraculously allowed him to survive each of these close calls with death, and his ability to use his experiences and the lessons he learned to set and achieve clear, meaningful goals. This great read will entertain and inspire people to live their dreams.

First Adventure
(And Almost the Last)

One of my earliest childhood memories, reinforced by my mother in later years, was an incident I experienced when I was five years old. We were living in Oakland at the time, and I can still remember my excitement when we boarded the ferry to cross the vast, gleaming bay for a day of shopping in San Francisco. The raucous seagulls swooping and wheeling all around us, the scuttling green crabs on the rocks, the colorful starfish clinging to the dock pilings all were fascinating to me. According to my parents, from the time I could first walk I displayed an insatiable curiosity and interest in nature and all living creatures, from spiders to horses. I frequently had to be restrained from picking up potentially harmful insects or from petting strange animals. (My father once commented, John is a natural naturalist.)

I had never been on a boat before, and the cruise across the bay was the most thrilling event of my life. I wanted to explore every area of the ferry, from the wheelhouse to the engine room, dragging my long-suffering mother along behind me.

We finally settled down on one of the wooden benches provided for the passengers on the top deck, so that Mom could collapse for a rest. I couldn't sit still for very long, however and, under her vigilant watch, I skipped over to the rail to look down at the beautiful waves churned up by the prow as it cut through the water.

Suddenly, there appeared what to me were large gray fish (actually dolphins), swiftly swimming and diving in the frothy bow waves. What were these incredible creatures that could slice through the water as fast as our boat and not be run over? I was so excited by this mysterious spectacle that I quickly climbed over the rail on the ocean side, holding on with both hands, and leaned out for a better view of the graceful creatures. Suppressing a scream, my mother leaped up from the bench and raced over to the rail. With the help of a passenger, she wrenched me back to safety and delivered the scolding of my life.

Years later my mother described this event as one of the most frightening experiences she had been through with me. ÒI was sure you were going to lose your hold on the rail, fall into the water and drown before we could stop the ferry and rescue you.

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