I just didn't know what the heck I wanted to do with my life, so I drove out to California and got really lucky.
My first church had seven members in it, and I have to remember, the rent was $225 a month and I worked for Union Carbide and took the check I made from work to pay for the rent to keep the church open.
Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

