My dad was a good athlete. My mom had longevity. There were some athletic genes that certainly got passed down.

My dad passed away before my freshman year and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.

I started playing ball when I was a kid. My dad was a pro ball player and he passed on his knowledge to me.

When my father died in my arms it had such a profound affect on me that at that very moment when my dad passed I realized that I needed to face my own fears.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away I broke down.

I was born in 1968 just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.

I like to think my dad was easygoing and kind and I think some of those things have been passed down. I am like him in a sense of being positive and hopeful. He was compassionate and I've got a lot of that in me as well.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

I made a decision when my father passed away that I was going to be who God made me to be and not try to preach like my father.