OK, DARRELL, DESCRIBE FOR ME THAT EVENING, IF YOU CAN.
Well, it was an evening that my brother, sister and I were waiting for my father in anticipation like we usually do, you know, when he came home we expected him to bring us something. And we were watching TV and all of a sudden we heard a very loud noise and we heard glass break and we heard a loud thump and my mother got very excited. She ran, she told us to hit the floor, and we all fell on the floor. And this time I knew it was really serious because we had been attacked before with Molotov cocktails, but never had it been a bullet and I, and I recognized that some high velocity projectile had come through the house. My mother went to the door and she told us to wait behind. She opened the door and she screamed. At that point, she ran outside, and curiosity got the best of me, and I, and I walked to the front door, and I just stood there and I saw my father. He was laying in a pool of blood. I had a very strong feeling that, that my father was taken care of, even though he was wounded by an assassin's bullet. I felt that his soul was in peace. His soul was in rest, and I felt that myself, personally. And I felt very very comfortable even though I was hurt and it was, it's, it was a confusing type of feeling. It was like comfort and hurt at the same time. And we were escorted—my brother and my sister and I were escorted across the street to the neighbors where we slept.
EYES ON THE PRIZE, SHOW NUMBER FIVE, MISSISSIPPI. THIS WILL BE RUNNING AT 7 1/2 INCHES PER SECOND, 60 CYCLE SYNC, AND THE FOLLOWING IS A MINUS ATB REFERENCE TONE. SO 8, 2, TAKE FIVE.