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I actually had a friend who referred to me as the Dark Angel of Death.
I should have been killed. I should have been thrown into trees or paralyzed, but by the grace of God I was spared.
They said; “Son you can never play the game of football again.”
"It launched with force. It slammed into my chest. The top claws, the front claws were all up by my face and by my neck.......... I was twenty four years old. I didn’t want to die."
I was out in the bars getting drunk on Friday and Saturday. I was hoping the people in church didn’t see me in the bars. I was hoping the people in the bars didn’t see me in church
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 remember early as a boy he would come into our neighborhood in a trailer park where I lived in Gainesville, Florida riding a Harley on a wheelie.
"During the surgery, I could see down. I could see what they were doing like I was in a three or four-dimensional world."