It seemed like every kid I grew up with knew what they wanted to do when they grew up…I was thoughtful, quiet and my sister called me the little old man…maybe it was because after a pensive pause I would share my thoughts of junior wisdom. When I was asked what do you want to be when you grow up I would freeze up. All I could answer is I want to do whatever God wants me to do…as long as it is not being a missionary in Africa.