Growing up we had an older neighbor who would often go out walking after supper. On his wanderings, he would often stop to chat. Once when I was about ten or twelve, my dad wanted me to do an errand for him. I did what came naturally, to someone born out in the boondocks. I ran to do the errand. Running back to where my dad and the man were standing and talking, the man looked at me and said, “You are really good at running." I had never given it much thought until that moment. Later, in high school gym class, we had to run a mile. While I like sports, I was never extremely good at sports, but running was different. Some were dismayed, but I was happy because I remembered what the man said. I ran like the wind. I am sure I did not come in first, but I was in the top three. I stood a little straighter after that because I knew that I could do something that not everyone could or wanted to do, run. No, I never joined the track team in high school. I wasn’t that popular.