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I was moving around twenty, thirty, sometimes forty pounds of marijuana a month. I was eighteen years old. I had money. I had friends.
When my dad was struggling for his life, he went out into the yard to put himself out and the neighbors came to help extinguish the fire. Dad wanted to pray. Dad wanted to pray for my brother.
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.
Dad would be like; “Yeah I will be at your event. I will be at your wrestling match.” He wouldn’t show up.
I was going to school as a little boy and a lady stopped me and asked, “Are you the son of…, and she called her name. I said, “Yes.” She said, “Come here. I want to show you somebody.” She then pointed and said, “I thi...
I actually had a friend who referred to me as the Dark Angel of Death.
I made a choice. That day a healing process started in my life. Now I can look back and say, “Wow.
They were told I was really small, that I had a heart condition, and that my growth had been so impaired I looked like a two year old. There answer was, “We think God wants us to take him.”
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."