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 .....

These rocks that fell on us, some of the rocks were about the size of my fist. Some of the rocks were the size of a bowling ball. They began to pelt us. ...

"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 feel like I have been plugged into this eternal power source"....

I remember begging her; “Just let me die. Just let me die. I mean, just leave me alone and let me die.” Praise God! She told me; “I can’t do that.”