When I was 8 years old, I was watching a TV program I never saw before. It was on a Saturday afternoon. It was a Billy Graham Crusade. I don’t remember where it was, but it was interesting. People sang songs, then more people gave testimonies. Finally Billy Graham began to preach. I don’t remember what his sermon was about. When he finished preaching, he invited everyone to pray a prayer that he would lead them into. When he began to pray so did I. I had no idea what I had done. All I can remember is I had a strong desire to seek God. I wanted to be kind to people and do what was right. My family had a big family altar bible. It was in the hall and mostly mom would stuff newspaper clippings of different things in it. But in the bible there were stories with pictures. The ones I loved the most were stories of King David. The stories showed me about faith in God, of which I still believe. I am an old man now. If you consider 65 years old as old. The fire of my faith has never gone away. It will carry me all the way home.