About three years ago, one of my church members voted for me to be the Sunday school teacher. I tried to decline the position twice, but I failed. I know that I had difficulty standing in front of an audience, but everyone voted me to be their teacher.

One member said, “I remember when you would come to Sunday school and would not say a word, but now you answer all of the questions. What happened since you recovered from your surgery?”

I did not give any answers. Someone had noticed a change in my disposition that I knew had occurred when she said it did. I prayed and asked God to help me teach the class. After teaching for three and a half years, I began to enjoy teaching Sunday school. All these years I was working, typing this book. My book is not fictional. It happened.