If you take a few moments to reflect on just how much talent and drive he had, and what he was able to accomplish, and then how few individuals come along that are so blessed--to me it makes his life here just that much more special and exceptional -- what a guy!!
Here are my wife Ercie's thoughts about him-
If you’ve never been blessed to live in Texas, you may not know what makes a Texan tick. They are strong-willed individuals who grow up in a state where there’s not much room for the faint of heart, cowards, or the lily-livered. They endure extreme heat and cold (sometimes in the same day), hail, sleet and snow measured in feet, tornadoes and dust devils, 100 mph straight line winds, gullywashers, downdrafts, rattlesnakes and other vipers, scorpions, foot-long centipedes, herds of feral hogs, cougars, bobcats, coyotes and wolves. They have distain for being told what to do, how to do it, and when. They dislike big government even more. They know how to govern themselves and don’t need any help doing it.
When you grow up surrounded by those who adhere to being Texas proud, heck, you don’t sweat the small stuff. Like racing with nitroglycerin under the tongue, being told a new heart is necessary, then a kidney transplant. A whole buncha folks would have withered under such crushing blows. But not Carroll Shelby. He knew the risks, accepted them, got a new heart and kidney, and kept going. He still had a lot to do.
The docs gave him five years to live, and he did. Plus seventeen more. He was setting records until the day he went to glory. The Texan in him, the line drawn in the sand at the Alamo, gave him the guts to keep chasing his dream of putting more and more muscle into the internal combustion engine. He was a visionary who didn’t have any quit in him. He didn’t go around his problems, he went through them.
And so we are separated from a beloved Texan who left a lifetime of accomplishments that may never be matched in the automotive world. We salute him for making our world a more exciting place to live in, and for the role model he was. He ran circles around the competition (pardon the pun) and enjoyed his accomplishments, as did we all. He was close to royalty in Eddie’s and my humble opinion.
Not a bad legacy for an ole chicken farmer from Leesburg, Texas, who spent most of his childhood in bed with a faulty heart.
You won the race to heaven; God bless you, Mr. Shelby. You used your God-given talents well here on earth.
Ercie Hill
P.S.: I heard the racetracks up there are made of gold, and titanium is dirt cheap.