When I was younger than you, I was the church janitor. Me and my older brothers were at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Illinois. The oldest church in the community. I spent many hours dusting the pews, then later they graduated me to vacuuming the rugs. I got a quarter for it. It has been a sacred place for me forever, and I’m on the board of directors of Old Brick, where I have an office, and also on our board is the wife of a bishop who is retiring, but he is serving that church. At St. John’s Episcopal Church. When I was on the East Coast a few months ago, actually a year ago, we had an ice breaking situation at a workshop, and the woman who I was partnered with, we were trying to figure out what we had in common, and she heard my name, and asked me if I was related to such and such a guy, who was my dad. Even though she’s an executive in New York, she had been baptized in the same baptismal font as I was at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Illinois. So it’s sacred ground for me at the church. Thank you for sharing.