Martin Sheen

The next day, April 26, 1976, I boarded a small private jet with Francis for a twenty-minute flight to Baler, a coastal village 140 miles northwest of Manila on the Philippines's main island of Luzon, and began the most extraordinary and challenging adventure of my life. If I had known what lay ahead for me in the coming year, I would surely have "let this cup pass."Yet life is a progression in a series of mysterious and personal choices that invite us to accept the cup as offered, not altered, although I could not have articulated it this way at the time. AII I knew was that I had to embrace whatever was coming if I was ever going to become my true self. I just didn't know how much Apocalypse Now was going to speed up that process.