I was a small child when he had the horrific accident at Nürburgring. I was dismayed and I’ll remember it all of my life that my parents got to get so concerned about my morale that they built me a kind of small Lauda shrine in my bedroom, where I knelt every evening to pray that he should live on and recover.
Years later I read in one of his interviews that many children, among the general common people, reached out to him to let him feel they cared. I couldn’t help feeling as a part of a great family of then children when I read one had sent him his toy Ferrari because he had heard that Lauda’s had burnt down...