WELCOME February 28, 2000 ISSUE

To Our Readers

William E. Moody

I remember the faith I placed in my dad when I was a child. If he took my brother and me for a ride in our 1953 Buick, I knew we would be safe. I didn't understand the mechanics of an automobile or an internal combustion engine or anything about how to drive a car, but I was sure we would get where we were going—and we'd get home!

One time my dad rented a little boat at a place called Shell Beach to take us fishing. It was a big adventure for two small boys, and I wasn't afraid at all. I had absolute faith that Dad knew what he was doing with the boat, that he could find his way down the bayou, and, again, that we'd get home!

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