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.
"The first time I heard my dad say he loved me, I was in jail.
"You’re strong and I have turned your pain into a resource for ministry.”