People tell me that my parents were really good, working people. I think that, in their bitterness and sadness, they turned to alcohol.

One looks at things differently when you don't have parents who look after you. Some think that you give them love when you feed them, but I didn't just want a taco. I wanted a hug.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.

I know I'm going to cry but it'll be tears of joy not sadness.

One must not let oneself be overwhelmed by sadness.

It's a great opportunity. Imagine, there's like 1,400 United Ways in the country, and we're not even like the big ones like Dallas or Chicago. I'm very excited.