For me, my awakening came when I was kidnapped.
I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.
I was not inside the bank. But I am still not the only witness.
And, you know, like I said, I'm not looking forward to a trial.
Well, you know, it's really been, you know, quite a trip for me.
The son of the victim, you know, has been virtually forgotten until recently.
You know, my daughters have been through their entire lives and knowing about my case.
My daughters have grown up knowing all about my kidnapping and the case and what happened.
Even to me, as I was trying to tell the government what had happened, it just didn't seem to matter.
Through my mind, is just the horror of these people. I had been held by them, I knew how violent they were.