I was illiterate. I couldn’t read until the seventh grade. I had a speech impediment. I was mocked through school. I wore hand-me-down clothes. But in the seventh grade .....
"I had a team to help win a championship. I felt like there were more important things, unfortunately [than my son]. When I say that now, it makes me sick to my stomach."
I’m cool with being a janitor right now. I don’t know about the rest of my life.
There’s some sort of hole in your heart that you're still trying to get filled. You wish your Dad had said some wonderful things.
"He’s freed me from drug addiction. He’s freed me from suicide. He’s restored my life completely."