I feared for my life; it was a life-or-death situation. In some ways, I've never really gotten it out of my mind.

It's part of people's character that they would try to make some sense of it. It always seemed to me that Greensboro was a reflective community.

I knew at that instant it was going to be bad news.

I heard screams and gunfire. I smelled gunpowder and I heard the groans of people dying.

Death came very easily to her. She had lived such an innocent and loving life of service to others and held such a simple faith, that she had no fears at all and did not seem to mind very much.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.