It started as a day like any other. Almost. My wife, Steph, who home schools our two children, had an early morning meeting at the YWAM training center, so I decided to help out while I waited for her to return. This was not a light undertaking for me.

Let’s just say that school was not my forte. The closest I’d come to working hard and doing well in my primary education was to find the lowest grade that my parents were okay with and shoot for that. Yep, instead of reach for the stars, it was reach for just above your belly button. I guess a good thing about this was that I never failed to reach my goals. I’d be a great semi-motivational speaker: “If you just can’t seem to meet your expectations, they're too dang high! If you want to feel good about yourself, shoot for mediocrity. You're sure to accomplish it.” I’d make millions (if I got paid for all the goals that were met and not per satisfied customer)!