I have always joked of selling some of my old books to anyone who is willing to buy them. I never thought a time would come when I would be pulling one out of my bookshelf and rather than selling it, it would go freely as a gift to a patient.
The greedy feeling of keeping these treasures has loosened in my heart. I am glad to be giving something of great value to someone else in need of its wisdom. I am very proud of myself. And I know somewhere out there God is, too. :)










