My dad ran into a guy I knew back in High School named Miguel. I can't exactly remember how I met him, but I remember that he hung out in our Campus Life club and we hung out together occasionally. My dad ran into him the other day at church and he asked how I was doing. He told my Dad what an impact I'd had on his life, and said that I was one of a few people who'd really made a difference for him. Go figure. I guess you never really know the big picture of how you're life's going to impact others. I look back at that time and just remember what a hypocrite I was and all the things I wish I could have done differently. I guess God can even work with that stuff towards good.