I always try to entertain folks with good clean fun and stories from my youth.

I try to keep my heart and myself available for those little, 'God moments,' are what I call them, where someone calls the office and says, 'Would Ricky be interested in doing this?'

Even with the sun beaming down on me I'm not sweating in my mind. I'm not sweating in my heart or in my career.

I don't feel like I've nearly got to the place where I'm ready to even slow down.

I'll spend whatever it takes to get my message out and to be competitive with these career politicians. I'm not going to take a penny of special interest money.

I have never had a plan when it comes to my career: America came to me with an opportunity.

My first March for Life was in 2010, three months after I left my job in the abortion industry as clinic director at a Planned Parenthood in Texas. It was intensely emotional, shocking in many ways, especially the outright love I saw in the faces of people who I once considered enemies.

If an employee told you he had the flu, you'd send him home. If an employee told you he was feeling anxious, you'd probably tell him to get back to work. But the emotion is just as contagious as a flu virus.