A couple of seconds later, all the blood rushed out and my legs buckled. I looked down and there was blood all over the ground. I feel like she did , but to this day, she swears she didn't. Like I said, God has a mysterious way of working. To the exact same prision as the guy who shot me.
Truth is stranger than fiction sometimes.
That was back in 1991, I was getting ready to try and make the Olympic team. I went into an unconscious or coma-like state for about two weeks. When I finally woke up, my first thought was that I have to get ready for the world games in Australia. Ooh, I went down to about 120. I pushed it, but it was still about five or six months.