| We were so poor growing up, me and my brother had to rid double on our stick horse. Makes you appreciate a real saddle even if the ride is rough. |
| Being big don’t make you bad any more than being born in an oven makes you a biscuit. |
Fear and Faith cannot occupy the same space
| We’re so tough that death once had a near Lizard Lick experience. |
God is always there in the midst of chaos.