I don’t know that it was ever my plan to write a book. Perhaps my pencil thought to do so, for it has watched, measured and faithfully recorded the joys, sorrows, searching and truths that have accompanied my days. My pencil seems to be the most honest part of me, for it is more discriminating in its thought processes; more discerning of Truth, values, choices and the reality with which they pave the path of our eternity. Not so prone to emotions, my pencil has not been afraid to ask the hard questions and record the journey that led to the specific insights and revelations that have continually shaped my thoughts, and thereby my choices and my life. I hope my pencil speaks to you in kind, opens your ear and your heart to the sound of another Voice; a Voice that speaks to your soul of things large and small, common and those thought impossible. It is my sincere hope that within my pages you will find a word fitly spoken, one that speaks challenge and hope to your soul, causes your countenance to be forever changed; for when we know change, we transform the circle of humanity entrusted to our care.
