When I first met Keyountai was at Momma's funeral. I had been searching for hin for over 5 years after my brother Scotty moved away when he was living in Chatsworth Georgia.
First sight of him I drifted back to when I was a little 7 year old boy.
I'll never forget the night Scotty called me, telling me Keyountai was in the hospital. The fear in his voice was something I will "NEVER" forget.
I wanted so bad to go to him in Chattanooga but the car I had would've never made it, and Bobby wouldn't let me drive his truck. I worried all night praying that Keyountai will soon get better. With know choice except only worry and pray because I couldn't drive to sit with them.