I'm holding my breath, wondering if this is going to happen again.

I've always called it a rebellion. People were rebelling against injustice. They demanded to be heard, and from that a lot of people started to listen.

Living in Cincinnati, there wasn't any place I could go where people didn't know me, or think they knew me. It made my heart hurt. I couldn't repair the damage.

People think they know him, but they don't. I see him only as my child.

There is no reason why it shouldn't fully heal.

This is a very painful injury, but with the prescribed rest and treatment I anticipate a full and complete recovery.