I began graduate school in the fall of 1992 with my official position on God unchanged - that is, I still "did not know." I was not hoping for the existence of God, nor did I want to believe in something that is not true. I merely wanted to know and live the truth.

In the fall of 1993, I was training for the Chicago Marathon. Early one morning, I was running south on a street that passed a high school track. At about 6:40 a.m., I turned left onto the track.

There were two girls on the track. One girl was running while the other girl was looking for something next to the bleachers. I stopped running and asked, "Did you lose something?" She replied, "Yes, I lost my glasses."

I crawled under the bleachers, found her glasses, and gave them to her. After thanking me, she asked, "Have you heard of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?" I said, "No." She then asked, "Would you like to know about it?" I said, "No thanks."