Herschel Walker is my hero.
The tribes destoyed my community. I had a shitty childhood. Chalrie Manson has nothing on me. But I resolved never to do to others what was done to me and carried on.
One time my buddy showed me that we weren't breaking into th stadium when we just walked in. Dallas Cowboys were training. We climbed into the rafters, at the end.
We knew who Herschel Walker was. Loved him.
We heard this stomp, stomp, stomp. Stomp, stomp, stomp. Stomp, stomp, stomp.
Herschel Walker was running the stadium steps.
Herschel Walker ran the stadium steps, up and down, from the far side to where we were. The whole stadium.
Awe.
When Herschel Walker got to the set of steps where we were, he touched the roof, then kneeled and prayed. Then he ran down the steps. The last set, unless he wanted to it again.
We got out of there before we got arrested for witnessing this.
He didn't know we were there.
Herschel Walker is my lifelong hero. When I have to reach, I remember him.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.