We lost our house and moved into an apartment complex where the police department was there every night and there were gun shots and squirrels literally in the cupboards.
I thought, “She’s always going to be there. She wouldn’t go. Why? We’re Christians. We have Jesus as the center of our life. Why would she leave me? She’d never leave me. We’ve got the big house. We’ve got the farm, the eight...
I decided I was going to get up and I decided I was going to get in my car and drive up Glendora Mountain Road where teenagers would always drive drunk, and every few years someone would end up driving off a cliff.
I had twenty-seven operations and four plastic surgery operations. When I got out of the hospital nine months later I looked okay on the outside; but inside I was still wounded.
"I grew up in a preacher’s home. When I started thinking about the cowboy deal my dad was like, “We don’t do that.” I said, with a laugh, “What do you mean, we?”