In August 1995, I was training for another Chicago Marathon. Early one morning, I was running south on the same street that passed by the same high school track. It was once again about 6:40 a.m. This time, I had planned on going straight. However, I felt an "urge" to turn left and "check things out" on the track.

I turned left and started running on the track. I saw two girls that I had never before seen. As I was passing one girl, she turned her head and asked, "Have you heard of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints?" I replied, "Yes, two years ago on this track at the same time." She then asked, "Would you like to know more about the Church?" I said, "Sure."

We did not have any paper to write down my phone number, so I promised her that I would stop by the track within a few days.