I’ve told my story time and time again. every time I have fear. I tell my story any way.
The woman my father murdered in front of me in 1968 – I’ve told that story, too. Now, over half a million people have been a witness to that atrocity.
Praise God! Because he loves and lives, I can face tomorrow.
I can’t change my past or bring the dead lady back, but – by God, I can tell the story.
Tell someone — anyone, your story. It’s your God-given right!!!