“When I ride, I feel like my soul has no
place on the ground.”
From
the heart of a young hero.....
May 7, 1989 “I am at Monroe Elementary at 6:30 p.m. sitting on
the stage
playing my brass trumpet. I can see all of the people in
the audience, I can smell the smell of brass on my hands. I
can see the lights blaring down on us. I can see my dad out
in the back with a smile on his face and how he is pleased with
the way I play my trumpet.”
one awesome CRF
450
May 7, 1989
stage
playing my brass trumpet. I can see all of the people in
the audience, I can smell the smell of brass on my hands. I
can see the lights blaring down on us. I can see my dad out
in the back with a smile on his face and how he is pleased with
the way I play my trumpet.”
