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.

Someone noticed a change in my disposition

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.