At the first of this book I talk about my dad's workhorses running away. I was borne in a century with many changes. I feel really fortunate to have ridden in my dad's horse and wagon as a little boy and educated out in the field the few times I tried to plow the corn with the horses. The horses always made a quick study of who had a hold of the plow. I'm also fortunate to live in the jet and space age where surgeons have the knowledge to remove brain tumors. In life as in the corn field you have to grab the reins and hold on to the plow and not quit until you reach the end of the row. We need not to look back where we were plowing, but forward to what wonders that God and this life hold.