 At break time and lunch time, whenever they were reading their filthy magazine, I was reading my New Testament. I carried it in my pocket. I tried my best. Now, I wasn't perfect, believe me. Wasn't perfect. I was talking about one fellow in their shop one day. He got fired from Charleston Police Department for police brutality. He grabbed me around the neck and stuck a knife to my throat in front of the guys in the shop. He said, Preacher, you talk about heaven all the time. Are you ready to die? I said, I'm ready.