1972 as a 15 year old kid, I was in a run down rental house in piedmont Alabama, living with my grandmother and this was on the radio. It made me cry, but I knew I had to keep fighting, that somehow, someway, I was going to make it and that everything would work out ok. I did make it off nolen street, and all did turn out alright. I know my grandmother is so happy for me. I look forward to the day when I see her again and all the troubles of this world will be long gone. I plan on living forever, thank you Jesus!