 wrote with a felt-tip pen a big capital C, and he slapped it over my chest, over my heart, and said, You've got courage, Johnny. I can see it in your eyes. You're going to make it. You're going to do it. And I'm praying for you. You've got the courage of Christ. Oh, my goodness. What wonderful words to hear from Ken. And he and I are so grateful for the disability, for the pain, and yes, in a strange way, even for the cancer.