I have forgotten the year, but never the kindness of a good samaritan. It was in the late 1970s. I had given up on God, church and prayer, and I was a skid row bum lazing around in Wichita, Kan. I remember it was Dec. 24 and I had a quarter. It was enough for bus fare to go somewhere north on the North Waco bus. I sat there on the last bus out, it was snowy, cold, night. I was tired and hungry - very hungry, broke, dirty and out of work. I am surprised they let me on the bus.