The following day, on Monday morning, I packed up my things and got ready to fly back home to Arizona. I was feeling so much, I was feeling overwhelmed with emotion.
When I had met with Ricky Sanders the first night I had gotten to town, he had said he really wanted a copy of my book, Whatever it Takes. I had left a message at the front desk of the hotel for him to call me before he left so I could get one to him. Suddenly, my phone rang and it was him, it was Ricky Sanders.