How could I ever forget how you took me under your covering when you met me…made time to talk to me…and help me even with my personal projects. You taught me that real christianity is what happens outside the church…caring for the broken. I told you I want to write a book, and you even proof read the entire manuscript and launched it for me when it was all done. How could I ever forget your texts on my birthday…never failed once even though I moved far away to another continent. I will never forget you…