 I want to share a mission-minded story that I heard when I was at North Park Mall over Christmas. I sat down at Le Madeline to eat. There were very few tables, so I needed to share a table with somebody else. This lady asked me if she could sit with me. I said, yes, of course she can. I said, well, I work at the Methodist Church. I work for God. And I go to Argyle United Methodist Church, and that's where I'm employed. I was really, well, I work at Lovers Lane. I'm a laity person there. She didn't work there for the church, but she worked for God. I think she's in her 80s. She goes to the prison every Wednesday, and I believe she has to drive about two hours every Wednesday. She's older. She can't drive at night, but she still does. She doesn't like to drive at night. She doesn't like to drive at night, and it's ending, but she still drives at night. But she still drives to the prison two hours every Wednesday, two hours there, two hours back, because she cares more about those people in the prison than she cares about herself. And she gets out, and she's older now, and it's starting to bother her bones a little bit. She's got a little bit of arthritis. Do you know who I'm talking about? Do you remember the lady? And she had arthritis, but she cares more about others than she does for herself. And it seems to me that after all these stories I've heard, all this mission-minded is that you cared more about others than you cared about yourself. So I just wanted to share her story, and it had nothing to do with me. But it had an impact on me that day at lunch, sharing a table with somebody.