“I broke down crying and he saw the sincerity in my cry. He REACHES OVER AND BEGAN PRAYING OVER ME AND MY FAMILY,” Ross wrote. “He offered to bring me 100 miles further to Detroit because they towed the vehicle. Everybody knows how much I dislike Cops but I am truly Greatful for this Guy. He gave me hope.”
They played the flute for us, and we did not dance; they sang a dirge and we did not mourn.
- Bye-bye West. You are a has-been. Who no longer shares the same ancestors, language, religion, principles, manners, and customs. It has become nothing but a confused mixture of sounds and voices of tumult, turmoil, uproar, bedlam, and clamor.