It was the first time I saw somebody get knocked out, and his legs were just shaking. I was afraid he'd killed him.

It made me work that much harder, or let me know I would have to work that much harder in an integrated society. After that, it wasn't strange for me to be the only black in the computer department.

These guys went home and called their brothers from Kansas City (Missouri). Their brothers got in contact with us and several other blacks in Missouri, and they said, 'You guys run like you normally do down this certain street, and we're going to be waiting and put a stop to all this.

If I recall correctly, there were probably 20 of us. I think the school population was 200 or 300.

No one's on at my time but infomercials.

Obviously the timing is unfortunate. Although let's face it, there's no such thing as a good time to get injured. But what can you do? There's no point dwelling on your bad luck, or whatever. All I'm doing is focusing on getting better as quickly as possible, so I'm out of action for not a day longer than I have to be.