There is a place that is above all others... a place where dreams are chased above the clouds, a place where only the strong and lucky survive. The top of the world, where the wind is fiercest, is a desolate, deathly place, where humans cannot live. Every breath burns the lungs like cold fire. Many have died there, on the mountain known as Everest. When I was a boy, my father told me... that the highest mountain in the world is the home of the gods. My people, the Sherpa people, are Buddhists. We call Mount Everest "Chomolungma," for the goddess who lives on the summit. For 50 years or more, those who tried to climb to the summit failed or died. Then, in 1953, the first two climbers reached the top... Edmund Hillary and my father, Tenzing Norgay. When I was just five years old, I lit butter lamps to honor the mountain gods... who protected my father at the top of the world. He said the mountains gave him great strength. I thought he was the bravest man on Earth. Now, 43 years after his great climb on Everest, I'm training for my own summit attempt. I think it's in my blood.