Once while on a Vietnam Veterans run long ago we were following an individual that was taking a very long, circuitous route to get from point A to point B. Some folk were fretting a bit about getting to point B as we were not getting there as quickly as we all might wish. Some wondered why we were following the "leader". Well, I don't know why every one else was. What I do know, that I don't think many others knew, is the individual I was following was Vietnam Vet who had lost much of one leg to a tank during the war. You wouldn't know that though because it just wasn't something that he talked about. Generally what he talked about was God. He wasn't one of those pushy God people. He was just there if you needed him. Even if you didn't know you needed him. The way I met him was, apparently during one of my many drunks, I called him (not knowing him) and rather than preach a sermon or hang up he initiated a chain of events that got me sober. So why was I following him? Because I trusted him. I wasn't trusting him to necessarily get me to point B on time, I was trusting him because in so doing, he may lead me to a point B I wasn't aware of. Some people are funny that way.