Some of my friends say that I do. 

I used to stutter, and then I was  afflicted so much.  O

h! There were so many things that I had to contend with!  I used to want the other fellow’s fine physique and gift of speech; but I was a little crippled fellow, all twisted up and knocked down, both arms out of place, one big eye and one little one, and my mouth was cut on bias, and I didn’t have much sense. 

But with all that, I  said, “I am going to make a man out of Bud Robinson or I am going to kill him.” 

I said, ”Oh, Bud, you have got to make good.”  And I set out to make good. 

How well I have been able to succeed I will leave for the Lord and folks to say, but I have not been lazy.