The day when I was sitting in the piano room by myself, a lonely soul in the midst of other lonely souls in the unit, I am not sure what made me do what I did next. Whatever it was, there and then I made a vow to God that I would get myself out of hell and that, once I did, I would go back to hell and get others out. That vow has guided and controlled most of my life since then. At that point, I didn’t know what I would have to do to fulfill the vow. But I was determined, and that determination was crucial.