The good thing is I don't put the ball in my right hand and I'm predominantly left-handed when I'm running the ball. I just have to take care of the football and even if I have two hands that are 100 percent, I still can't turn the ball over. It's just something I have to mentally prepare for, and I think I'm strong enough to do that.

I have two secret weapons -- my legs, my arms and my brain.

You only get one shot at a second chance.

I'm willing to deal with the consequences and accept responsibility for my actions.

Once I decided football was the way for me, there was no looking back. Nothing was going to distract me.

I would like to own a dog in the future. I think it would be a big step for me in the rehabilitation process.

I know I'm good. I know I got game.