May 15, 1979 dawned a beautiful day and it was the happiest day of my life.

It changed everything in my heart and I felt as if I was an ambassador for all my
friends and everyone else in the world who ever dreamed of summiting
Everest. Up there a man rarely wins and he can also die. I think climbers
are a little crazy to tackle something so challenging, but generally not so
crazy that they allow themselves to come to grief. God, oh how happy I am
to be alive!
Stipe B.