Although my writings had gone up in smoke, I still found my mind drifting into philosophical speculation. I had ample time to pursue these thoughts during my hour-long bus ride home. One day, as I was staring out the window, I heard a voice. It was the voice of the bus driver. He asked, "What are you thinking about?" I answered, "Life, the universe, and everything."

After asking me a few more questions, the bus driver told me that he was a preacher. He invited me to sit in the front seat of the bus. From then on, he shared his beliefs about Jesus Christ.

Since I had no "proof," I did not believe his words. My official position on God remained unchanged.

At the end of the school year, the bus driver asked, "Would you like a free copy of the Bible?" Even though my first inclination was "no thanks," I replied, "Sure." He promised to deliver the book to my house.