For the second year in a row, our vacation started with a blown-out tire. After an hour, a tow truck reached us on the side of the road, driven by Michael, a 23-year-old with a big smile and refreshing friendliness. As we settled into the truck's air-conditioned cab, my husband asked Michael about the source of his great attitude, "That has to be from my grandma," he quickly responded. "Grandma," it turned out, was a lover of Scripture with open Bibles all throughout her home.
