Vick was ready to BBQ, once he got his liver transplant. He wanted to eat and celebrate with everyone that supported and believed in him.
Show them love back because he never felt worthy. The right people loved and accepted him. He gave it to God feeling blessed.
Always fighting to exist to be heard. It was hard growing up, always grateful and thankful. He spoke up made a face, waiting for a reaction. Someone was always mad or easily offend.
He wasn't sensitive that tough skin made him grow. Be able to eat good food without worrying his liver would fail or die watching what he consumed. He wanted to be normal tired of being the outcast, the outsider looking in.